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Ebuka's Story, Abuja (2025)

30/07/2025

I couldn't tell if I was to hate myself for everything that happened that day.

Just in one day, i was suspended from school for steal!ng, and returning home i was beatenn merc!lessly.

It felt really depressing to think about all the twist unturns life throws at my face.

Quite unfortunate, Mr Julius already had his mind made up, turning deaf ears to every pleas from individuals who came to interven.

He dissolved his marriage unapologetically, and sent his wife awayy that same evening for flo•gging me.

I have always been silent about his wife's resentful attitude toward me, not because I loved been maltreated, but for the fact that I wanted peace in the family.

After all the back and forths that evening, we all retired to our respective rooms quietly.

The night was calm, and it felt as though the world itself was tranquil.

My heart ached when I noticed that Junior was quivering, and crying silently to himself.

Come to think of it, who else would have told his father about the things that happened in his absence, if he was not the one??

Probably Junior must've thought his father will just call his mother to order, and not to the point of sending her awayy.

Junior could not go to school the following day. He was at home, and literally had nothing to say throughout the whole day.

A certain group of individuals came to the house to look for Mr Julius, probably to intercede for mercy on behalf of Susan, but Mr Julius wasn't at home.

As days progressed into a week, things gradually normalized for Junior, but not for me who was still undergoing suspension for the money i didn't steal in school.

Although I was not in school, i was abreast with the knowledge of what was happening in school, thanks to Junior's companionship.

Eventually, as anticipated, the two weeks i was given by the school management elapsed, and over the weekend I anxiously prepared to be back in school.

Early on the week of resumption, before I would leave for school, Mr Julius summoned me.

He cautioned me not to go in search of whoeverr hid the money in my backpack.

In his voice, he had said "Ebuka i know you were innocent. Forgive whoever it's that played down on you. You've just two years before you round up with secondary school, so make the most of it and be good"

I wasn't expecting that advice; it did nott sit well with me because deep down, I had already made good arrangements on how to approach those who testified aga!nst me.

When I got to school that morning, i was welcomed with an uproar of remarks, both the positive and negat!ve.

I mean I became the joke of the class, and a face of mockery at every given point.

There was never a day i stepped into the class, without someone reminding me i was a th!ef. It was a national anthem in the classroom.

It was actually the class captain's friends that made this remarks unbearable for me.

I remember this particular day within the week of my resumption, after a teacher had left our class, a student raised an alarm.

"My money is missing. I can't find it in my school bag" The boy echoed, attracting the whole class attention.

"Does that mean we've to search the backpacks in this class??" Another student asked.

"There's no need for that. We already know where to find the money. We've a handsome th!ef in the class " One of the class captain's friends exclaimed, and the whole class roared with laughter.

It was at the juncture i discovered it was a planned drama, aimed at making mockery of me.

Few minutes before school dismissal that day, I was quietly seated, when Stella showed up in my desk.

The moment I saw her, i je**ed in fear, remembering something.

A glance at her, showed she was moody, and low in spirit.

Immediately the bell for school closure was heard, i stood up, grabbing my backpack to leave, when I heard her subtle voice.

"Ebuka please i need your help. Please help me, i don't think I can trust anyone with what's going on. I need someone's advice" She echoed.

I paused, and looked at her, but she lowered her gaze.

"Ebuka, let's go home" I heard Junior's voice, calling out to me from the center stage of the class. He was waiting for me.

I made to leave immediately, but her voice jolted me to a stop again.

"I am the one who gave them the money they put into your school bag" Stella echoed, and my ears seemed not to comprehend.

Dazzled, i stood static, staring at her.

She suddenly looked around, turning to see if anyone was listening to our conversation.

"Ebuka, i have been ra*ped. I don't understand my bodyy anymore. I'm under threattt" She cried out in a low tone, tears streamlining her eyes.

Title: Ebuka's Story

29/07/2025

My eyes twitched and I slowly opened them, discovering via a blurred visual that i was in an undisclosed environment.

I closed my eyes, and reopened them again, and this time my sight became a little clearer.

Dazzled on realizing where i was, i tried to turn my head, but was restrained by an excruciating pain.

"Ebuka? You're awake?" I heard a voice that sounded like that of Mr Julius, and I struggled to move, but couldn't.

"Please don't move, stay calm, let me quickly call the doctor" A response followed.

"Ahhhhh" I let out a faint cry, feeling pains all over my bodyy.

In less than five minutes more voices were heard in the ward, and standing abo•ve me was a man dressed in a lab coat, with a stethoscope around his neck - A doctor he was.

Standing next to him was Mr Julius, who was looking so troubled.

"Please stay calm boy. You will be fine" The doctor said to me, placing his hand gently on my head to check my temperature.

"Yes, you will be fine Ebuka. Just listen to the doctor, and stay quiet" Mr Julius added.

The doctor requested a private discussion with Mr Julius, and they both walked out of the ward.

I was in this static position, my head remaining in the same direction, when a familiar lady, dressed in a nursing apparel came into view.

She stood some distance away, staring at me in a dazzled manner, and the next seconds, she scurried away.

Adhering to the instructions i was given, i remained calm, while wondering what had happened to me.

Some hours later, I started feeling relieve, turning my head to another direction, and the first thing I managed to move was my hand.

I saw bru!ses on my hand.

Shocked, i endured pain, and dragged myself up, and right at that moment, I realized I was covered with bru!ses.

"Oh goodness! Ebuka, did the doctor not tell you to remain calm? What are you doing??" Mr Julius voice echoed, jolting me to a pause.

I looked toward the door, and saw him entering into the ward.

Hastily Mr Julius walked into the ward, holding a nylon in his hands. He stared at me for some minutes, and sat on the bed, tiredly.

"How are you feeling??" He finally asked.

" I'm fine!" I responded.

"Who flo•gged you like this?? Was it my wife, Susan??" Mr Julius asked, his eyes staring into mine.

" What did youu do to her?? Is this the first time??" He continued, and I remained mute.

" How long are you going to keep quiet about everything?? I heard you even missed school a certain day, because she insisted you fetch water before going to school. Why did you not tell me about all this !ll treatment from my wife??" Mr Julius was bittered, and expressed it in-depth.

I don't know if he was keen on getting a response from me, for i remained mute, and he kept his gaze on me.

Notwithstanding, he offered me the fruits in the nylon he had brought, and asked me to eat, inorder to gain some strength.

So In the evening of that same day, i was discharged from the hospital after the doctor duly informed Mr Julius not to allow me engage in any stressful task.

I could not even walk by myself. Mr Julius had to assist me to the car, and we journeyed home in silence.

We finally got home, and Mr Julius halted in the compound. He had hurriedly alighted, leaving me behind in the car.

I watched him enter into the house through the car's windshield, and within a short interval, he came out with a luggage, and thre•w it awa•y in the compound.

He rushed back inside, came out again with more luggages, dum•ping them outside, angrily.

It was at this point his wife came outside, wailing at the top of her voice.

"What's the meaning of this Julius?" Susan cried out, and instead of answering her question, Mr Julius dashed into the house to ge•t more.

Eventually he came out again, and Susan defensively tried to stop him from thro•wing more of her luggages awa•y.

"You're lea•ving my house this night, wether youu like it or not. I'm throwwing out every pin that belongs to youu in this house" Mr Julius roared.

" Youu will do no such thing. I'm no•t going anywhere. You better stop throwwing my things outside " She retorted, dramatically hold!ng her husband by his shirt.

"I have long endured everything just to see if you will become reason•able as a wife, but no, you're no•t even ready to be a good mother. Lea•ve my cloth" Mr Julius struggled, push!ng her awa•y.

"I should become reasonable as a wife when you fa!led as a husband. Have I not been supportive enough? But you were out there chea•ting on me with another woman, and even had the gu•ts to bring the seed of yourr adulteryy into this house for me to nurture" Susan resonated, maintaining a high pitched tone.

" That's good. Have you ever thought to ask who Ebuka was? Oh, i don't care whatever youu think anymore, but you're leav!ng my house. If youu resist, I'm calling the pol!ce to arresst youu immediately for mal•treating an innocent boy " Mr Julius threatened, going inside to get more of the luggages.

Standing at a far corner was their son, Junior, he was emotionally watching his parent raise voices at each otherrr.

Title: Ebuka's Story

28/07/2025

The school management under the directives of the principal, had empathically stated a reason why i should be expelled from the academy.

My heart had quivered, skipping multiple beats as i stood before the Principal and the council of teachers.

I know I have heard that same word before, but each time I hear the word, it hurts my emotions.

I am not a th!ef, I didn't steal. But how do I convince everyone when the missing money was found in my school bag??

"Don't misquote me sir, understand our concerns for writing down this constitution. We're only bothered, your son's stay in this school will influence other students negat!vely. This great school exists to build future leaders, and not poten•tial th!eves" The Principal further elaborated, amidst Mr Julius' silence.

"Please can I see the boy who owns the money he's accu•sed of stealingg??" Mr Julius requested, sitting uprightly .

"I don't think that will be possible" Another teacher chipped in, even before the Principal could respond.

"Why??" Mr Julius gasped, bewildered.

" Sorry Mr Julius, we're trying not to escalate this matter to parents. We have tendered an apology to the boy who's money was stole•n by your son, additionally pleading with him no•t to let his parent know about it, because the school is not ready to drop in it's standard rating " The Principal explained, reasonably declining Mr Julius' request.

" I understand. There's no need talking much. So in a nutshell, are you saying he has been expelled from the school? Because once I leave here, I'm w!thdrawing my other son too, and enrolling them into another school immediately" Mr Julius calmly responded, his voice conveying seriousness.

"That's not what we are saying sir. Look, we're doing this to showcase the school's zero tolerance for misconduct, especially stea•ling. To enlighten both parent and student about it's consequence, in case such is repeated again..." The Principal carefully explained, while occasionally glancing at me.

"And??" Mr Julius asked.

"The school management has agreed to considerately sus•pend him for just two weeks" The principal revealed, and my eyes dilated.

That was it. I was suspended for two weeks for something I knew nothing about. A money i did not steal, a money i did not know the mystery of how it got into my backpack.

Returning home that day, a part of me was excited for not been expelled, but a greater part was eager to f!sh ou•t whoever was responsible for the set u•p. Because I knew i would not be able to cope with being seen as a th!ef in school by my classmates, and the teachers inclusively.

So my mind was immensely occupied with resuming back to school when the storm was over, that i totally forgot i shouldn't have return home.

I was alone in the room, seated on the bed, and pensively reminiscing on how the whole drama started, down to my suspension.

I was jolted to self consciousness when the door to the room pulled open, revealing Mr Julius' wife (Susan).

"Good morning Ma" I greeted, standing up immediately.

" What have you done this time, ehh?" Susan's voice echoed, staring at me curiously.

"Nothing Ma" I responded, avoiding her gaze.

" So you think youu outsmarted me? Going to school very early, and only returning in the evening with my husband" She laughed, and hissed loudly.

With my gaze steadfastly fixed on the floor, i ignored her.

"What have you been telling my husband lately about me?? He no longer eats my food. He doesn't discuss anything with me, let alone sharing the same be•d with me. What have you been telling him about me??" Susan asked, approaching me slowly.

I remained mute.

"Probably my husband is still having affa!rs with yourr mother behind my backk. How many more children does she have for him??" She thought aloud.

" Since the day you stepped your feet into this house, ba•d things have been happening. First, my daughter d!ed, and.... " Susan was yet speaking, when I interrupted.

"Please Ma, can youu kindly stop!!" I yelled, my head aching ba•dly.

" Pardon???" She gasped, shocked.

"Did you just yell at me?? I don't understand" Susan growled, turning around dramatically to see if there was another person in the room with us.

"What gave youu such audacity?? Oh goodness" She exclaimed, and next a sla•p graced my face.

I stood static, a frown etched on my face. She must be surprised i didn't move.

Oh, I've received more bra!n resetting sla•ps from Uncle Emeka, and the Senator. Hers was just an appetizer.

"Kneeel dowwn there immediately" She yelled angrily, and I didn't bulge.

"Am talking to you!!" She wailed.

My refusal to adhered infuriated her, and she ran out of the room, returning with a "wh!p" in her hands.

Just seeing that whip in her hands, i became terrified, hearing eerie sounds.

I wasn't seeing Mrs Susan, but rather the pastor. Yes the pastor, i was seeing the pastor.

Was my visuals betraying me?? It felt so real.

A traumatic scene from my past, taking hold of me.

I was to be flo•gged again.

I collapsed on the floor suddenly, and passed out the next minute.

✎𝐓𝐁𝐂..

Title: Ebuka's Story

27/07/2025

Tell me the truth 🤔

25/07/2025

"Where did youu get this money from?? How did it crawl it's way into yourr school bag??" The school principal asked again, his voice laced with anger.

I tried to speak, but my confidence failed me. I lacked words to explain the chemistry behind how the missing money was found in my backpack.

The classroom had become tensed, everyone dazzled with the revelation.

"Are you dum•b?? Do I look like I'm pla•ying here??" The principal yelled, and I quivered.

"Did your parent give you this money??" He further asked.

" No sir " I stuttered.

"So you're practically confirming to me that you're the one who sto•le Abel's money??" Another question followed.

" No sir. I don't know how the money got into my bag" I responded, conveying sincerity via the tone of my voice.

"Can you listen to yourselff?? You don't know indeed!" He scoffed, letting out a deep breath to show he was most likely frus•trated.

A frown etched on his face, he collected the money from the class captain, and again looked at me.

"Follow me immediately to my office" He added, angrily walking out of the classroom.

The exit of the principal from the classroom was followed by noisy chattering from my classmates; they freely aired their views to one another.

So many voices; so many insinuations; all echoes tra•pped in my head.

"Mr handsome is a th!ef" I heard a voice make jest of me, and those who found it funny laughed out loud.

"I can't believe we've someone like this in our class. No wonder they always advise us to fea•r calm people. What a handsome th!ef" Another voice echoed, joining the moving train.

Overwhelmed with this remarks, i grabbed my backpack, and made to leave for the principal's office.

"Ebuka, wait" I heard Junior's voice, calling out to me.

I paused shamefully, with my gaze fixed on the floor.

"Who did this to you?? Because I know you, this couldn't have been you!" Junior asked, his voice laced with deep concern.

"I'll be fine" I mumbled, walking out of the classroom immediately as the noise increased.

I arrived at the principal's office, and the first thing he did was to ask me to kneeel dowwn'.

I knelt down in his office, while he sat behind his office desk, scribbling notes on a paper.

Some minutes later, a teacher stepped into the office to submit an assessment file to the principal, and before she would leave, she decided to ask the principal the reason for my pun!shment.

"I was in my office this morning when a student came to report that the money his parents gave to him to buy school textbooks was missing. Can you believe we organized a search in the class and found the money in this pettyy th!ef's school bag??" The principal narrated, dramatically pointing at me.

"Oh goodness!! Seriously??" The teacher exclaimed, immediately turning to look at me.

"The whopping sum of 'ten thousand naira'. What does he want to do with such??" " He lamented, asking rhetorically.

" Hmmm!! Sir thank God the money was recovered. Parents are working hard to make sure their children acquire standard education, and this kind of news is not what should be heard about our institution" The teacher responded, shaking her head disappointedly.

"We can'tt keep such a student in our school, of course. He has to g•o! We don't want rumors like this reaching the ears of our beloved parents" The principal highlighted, and I felt a cold shiver down my spine.

"Believe me sir, I'm innocent. I really don't who put that money inside my school-bag" I didn't know when I opened my mouth, responding defensively.

"Shu•t up!! I don't even think you've spent a full school session/term in this school, have you?? Yet we're hearing such report about youu. You've to invite your parents to school tomorrow" He shunned, further revealing his plans.

The teacher sided with him, leaving the office afterwards.

I was underr pun!shment in the principal's office until closure, and when it was time to go home, I was handed a letter of summon.

Probably history was repeating itself the second time in my life through a slightly related scenario.

I didn't follow Junior home after school that day, rather i went straight to his father's shop.

Surprised, Mr Julius welcomed me, although not in anyway expecting to see me in his shop.

Noticing my somber state, he quickly inquired to know the problem, and I presented the letter to him.

He was pretty much occupied when I came, but spared time to converse with me.

After reading the letter, he asked to know what actually happened, and I narrated how everything unfolded, and he started laughing.

'Ebuka you have a r!val in the class. That's what the school management should be looking out for, or do you know who this person is??" Mr Julius said emphatically, further asking me a crucial question.

"No!!!" I responded, shaking my head negatively.

If there was anything I discovered I de•test so much, was assumptions. I know i wasn't in goood terrms with the class captain, but there was nothing linking him to that incident i could point out to.

Come to think of it, I'm just like every other human - When it comes to things that has to do with me, i am most likely bl!nd.

I have seen so many people make assumptions, and cause d!saster in the l!ves of others.

Speaking from my well of experience, i love to work with researched facts inorder not to do what people has done to me in the leverage of assumption.

I just couldn't point accusing fingers at anyone.

What would be the story i would tell to back up my claims? Obviously nothing substantial.

The following day, Mr Julius followed me and Junior to school.

Junior joined the others in the class, while I followed Mr Julius to the principal's office.

In the school principal's office, I was asked to say the truth, and I stood my ground to what I know as the truth.

Of course my truth wasn't accepted by the principal, with some of the available teachers.

The principal told Mr Julius that they had witnesses, further instructing a teacher to invite some students over.

Few minutes later, the teacher arrived with two female students.

"Please Amanda and Ola, tell us what you saw yesterday " The Proposal principal gave the students an open floor.

"Yesterday in the classroom, I saw Ebuka around Abel's desk, but I didn't know what he was doing there " The first student said.

" Yes I also saw him too. I thought he was going to join the others to study, but he stood there for some minutes" The second student supported.

" Young girl, you said for some minutes?? Did you by chance see him opening a bag?" Mr Julius asked.

" No sir" She responded, stuttering.

"Errm, Mr Brown" Mr Julius called the principal by name, clearing his throat to speak.

" We often say 'In the mouth of two to three witnesses an evidence is established' " The principal responded.

" But not in this case. This two student should be interr•ogated. This should be a team work with some students. I know my son Ebuka, i can swe•ar with my l!fe that he didn't stea•l any money. What's ten thousand naira?? Ebuka is bigger than that little money " Mr Julius responded, standing to my defense in the presence of the principal and teachers.

"Please calm down sir! You can only know a child to a certain extent" A teacher chipped in.

" The school management has a constitution. I don't know if you were giving a copy when he was enrolled?? If you were given, and you studied it, then you should know this calls for his expuls!on" The principal highlighted.

Title: Ebuka's Story

24/07/2025

I didn't make it to school that day because I unintentionally broke the bucket i was meant use to fetch water.

I knelt outside early that morning as a pun!shment until it was evening, before Mrs Susan thought it wise to allow me into the house. She did because she did not want her husband to return home and meet me kneeling outside.

Angrily, i entered into house with a hurting knees, going straight to bed to relax my bones.

I laid on the bed tiredly, and giving no room to disturbing thoughts, i drifted off to sleep.

Some minutes later, i don't think I slept for long before getting persistent taps on my shoulder, followed by a voice coaxing me to wake up.

"Ebuka, stand up. Get up, and eat your food" I heard Junior's voice, calling out to me indistinctly.

"Hurry up!!!. I don'tt want my mother to know i brought this food to you" He continued, patting me relentlessly to wake up.

I braced up from the bed after much hesitation, and Junior pushed the plate containing the food into my grasp.

He rushed to the door afterwards, peeped outside, and when he was sure everything was fine, he locked the door, further joining me to sit on the bed.

"Ebuka my guy, i didn't know you're now a celebrity in school. I was surprised, so many students were asking after you today " Junior echoed, even before i could start eating the food.

Without a response, I du•g into the food, feeding myself a spoonful from the porridge beans.

Junior felt a little startled realizing i didn't bulge to respond to him, and after a minute of silence, i had his voice again.

"Thank you very much Ebuka for not telling my father about the things that have been happening. I know my mother is reacting too ras•hly. I'm really sorry you didn't make it to school today" He echoed sincerely.

" No, it's fine!" I mumbled, and continued eating.

" Ermm Ebuka, please don't be offended oh. Where's your mother? Is she truly my father's chea•ting partner like my mother had said??" Junior questioned, sounding very serious.

My eyes dilated on hearing him ask this question, and l lifted up my head immediately to look at him.

"Please don't be angry. I'm asking to know if we've the same bloo•d running in our ve!ns. I know what my father did is no•t good, but I'll be so happy to know you're my half brother " Junior echoed, and I lost composure, bursting into a loud laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Look Ebuka, I'm very serious. I just wish it's true! " He responded.

"Don't you think you're making a m!stake to choose football as a career? You might as well think about becoming a comedian " I responded, chuckling mildly.

Before Junior could counter my suggestion, a knock was heard at the door, and he je**ed frightfully.

"Ebuka, hide the food under the bed" Junior instructed, as he grasped to his feet, leaving for the door immediately.

Junior was probably thinking it was his mother, but when he opened the door, he discovered it was his father.

"Daddy, welcome sir!!" Junior greeted.

"Good evening sir!!" I followed suit.

" Evening!! How are you both doing??? How was school today??" Mr Julius asked, his eyes scanning the room.

"Fine sir" Junior and I chorused.

"Junior, has Ebuka had dinner??" Mr Julius asked his son, and he responded affirmatively.

"Ebuka, is that true?" He further asked.

" Yes sir" I responded.

"That's good, that's good!!" Mr Julius commended, while nodding his head satisfactorily as he walked out of the room.

Junior locked the door again, and while standing by the door, he called my name, and I responded.

"What do you think about preparing very early, so we can follow my father when he's leaving for the shop??" Junior highlighted.

I paused, assimilating his suggestion.

"If we can keep up with that, then you don't have to miss class any day, or even come late to school again" He continued.

" That's a good idea" I responded, feeling a sudden relieve on realizing the wisdom embedded in doing such.

The following morning, we were up very early, and got ready for school before Mr Julius would leave the house.

It exceptionally worked as planned, thanks to smart Junior, I made it early to school.

While in school that day I discovered that the class captain (Joshua) was still absent, which made me wonder what could be wrong.

Meanwhile I got to realize that more students had joined the study group, because of the performance of it's members in the class during lectures.

I was made to understand that the school management had announced the commencement of a quiz competition.

According to David, the quiz was to start from the classroom. The best will be selected, thoroughly screened, and sponsored to represent the school in an inter school quiz competition.

It was a good development, but trust me, I was not ready to be a part of it.

A week later, the class was thro•wn into amazement when the class captain got back to school. He was absent for a complete school week.

Although I was sure his close friends had visited him while he was a•way.

So one fateful day, after the break period, I was seated in the class with the rest of the students, anticipating the grand entrance of our teacher.

Things got a little complex when the school principal stepped into the class, instead of a teacher, and right beside him was a student from our class.

There was an absolute silence upon his entrance into our classroom.

The facial expression of the principal had a lot to say, because he was looking entirely different in his mood.

"Good morning class!!!" He greeted, his eyes peering around.

"Good morning sir" The whole class chorused.

" You all know the school management do not condole any manner of misconduct in the school, especially stea•ling. A complaint has reached my desk that the money your classmate brought to school to pay for his textbooks has been sto•len" The principal revealed, and the whole class went awr•y.

"Quiet class, I'm still talking! If you know you're with that money, be honest with yourself and give it bac•k right now" The principal said calmly, maintaining seriousness.

Assimilating what the principal had said, i felt pity for the boy, and wondered who could be so misch!evous to do something of such magn!tude to a fellow student.

"Where's the class captain?? Please come forward with your bag. After searching your bag, you will assist me in searching the remaining stu•dents" The principal highlighted, calling out to the class captain.

The principal personally searched the class captain's bag, and found nothing.

Teaming up, the principal and the class captain went roll by roll, searching every stu•dent and their bag in each desk.

The search continued until it got to my turn, and I submitted my bag to be searched without worry.

My eyes dilated when Joshua began searching my bag, and brought out some money from the bag.

"What's that??" The principal who was observing the search process, asked on seeing Joshua bring some money out from my bag.

"Money" Joshua responded, looking at the principal.

"How much is that??" The principal asked, and Joshua immediately started counting.

At this point, the spotlight was on me, every student looking at my direction.

"Ten thousand naira sir" Joshua responded, after successfully counting.

"Wow!! So Abel, how much did you say your father gave you this morning to pay for the textbooks" The principal suddenly asked the boy who claimed his money was m!ssing.

"Ten thousand naira sir" The boy responded.

The principal nodded, turning to face me.

" Ermm, what's your name??" He asked.

"Chukwuebuka" I stuttered.

"Oh chukwuebuka! Who's the owner of this mo•ney, or perhaps, where did you get it from??" The principal asked, staring at me.

I was shocked. I didn't even know what to say. I just couldn't believe the money was found in my school bag.

Title: Ebuka's Story

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