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Tunji was a topic I was wishing to dwell because anytime I remembered what he had done, I felt like tearing him to pieces. Not just because of what he had done with us. What he had done to Sarah, she had loved him with all our hearts. I convinced mum after relaying to her all that had happened with the documented evidence Tunji had left. She was over it I guess, over dad's death.

Although she had cried