Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Ibironke: the name given to a Yoruba(a tribe in South West Nigeria) girl meaning "the family would love her". 
Ibironke Aderemi, being the third child out of four children is raised by an Upper Class widow who rarely has time but takes time with her children, hears news that would change her life: she will be attending Yvonne Grace International School which is reputable for being the most modern school in Port Harcourt. Her life is turned upside down as she meets new friends and also makes new enemies. What else could she meet? 

Warning: I'm not very good at writing Fictions but I'll give it my best shot. This story is a rewrite of the former one and lots of things will change. Please show your support by commenting and voting. And I beg you, do not copy. I'm not a fan of "you copy and I cut you up" but it won't end well if you plagiarize my work. If you happen to see one, please tell me. Can also be found on Wattpad.

Chapter 1

2007, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

"Welcome to the Nigerian Television Authority. There's news reaching us that a truck on the Trans Amadi-Umurola road was involved in a head on collision with a BMW. The news will be given in full details after the break.”


“Na so dem go dey give us break for town(that's how they go on break just like that). NTA sha, won layole(they are so worthless)” Sade, who lain on her Egyptian styled couch dressed in a red, green and blue flowery gown, hissed in anger. So typical of NTA or even Nigerian broadcasting stations to give headlines and go on their so-called short breaks which most of the time could take seven years before they were back to the main business.


“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” a 10-year-old Ibironke queried Sade while her Twin, Olabanji was playing with his Nintendo game pad. 


“Your dad went on a journey to Warri. He will be back by next week, okay?” Sade looked reassuring her daughter. “Where is Goke? Shouldn't he be back from practice?  Omo yi sha, koni pa mi l’Oruko Jesu(This child not kill me in Jesus name). This one that kidnappers are everywhere sha. Won ni foju ri wa o( they will not come near us).”


As if Sade foreknowledge about Goke’s arrival, the door opened to herald the entrance of a 16-year-old boy whose clothes were drenched in sweat. “Good evening, Mom,” he prostrated on the floor greeting his mother in the traditional Yoruba manner. 


“Kilo wa sele?(what happened?) It is unlike you to be this late na. How was practice sha?” 


“There was a minor problem that we had to sort out in school but it's alright sha,” Goke replied. 


“Oluwa o se o(We thank the Lord). Your food is on the table sha, you can go and microwave …” she was cut off by the tone of D’Banj’s Olorun Maje which she had set as her ringtone which disrupted Bukky’s sleep. Sade rushed to the one-month-old infant to sooth her with the phone on her her.


“Ello(a modified way of saying ‘hello’) Mummy Sola.” She paused for a while to listen to the conversation on the other line. “News keh? I neva watch am o(I've not seen the news)...kin wo?(I should watch it)...oda(okay then). Picking up the remote, she waited for the advert to finish immediately and the news lady came back to broadcast.


“A truck driving from Nkpogu Road to Trans Amadi-Umurola Road carrying a load of petrol was involved in a head on collision with a BMW…” Sade placed her hands on her head and wailed. How come she didn't take note of that. Her husband drove in their BMW that she had given him for their 17th wedding anniversary “...leading to an inferno burning the occupants of the vehicles and other vehicles surrounding the venue of the accident…” 


“Mo gbe(I'm doomed),” Sade fell on the ground in tears. It couldn't be, maybe it was the wrong car they we referring to, maybe it was some mistaken identity, maybe... too many maybes.


“...none of the people involved made it. The police are still investigating…”


“Investigating oshi wo ni?(What nonsense? What kind of investigation are they doing?)” Sade cried. Goke rushed to his mom, along with Banji and Ronke, trying to comfort their mother. 


2016, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

That was 10 years ago when Adebowale Adegoke had died in a car crash. Since then, Goke started moving with bad crowds, smoking, drinking, bringing all sorts of girls into the house and even taking drugs. Their mom started  pampering their younger sister, Bukky. As for she and her brother, they both stuck together and protected their younger sister who is well known for getting into trouble with her big mouth.