"So my brother mentioned this episode in his autobiography" as he continues to read his thoughts the harmonized and rejiggered version " Uhmmmmmm.....girls in the city don't have a life and either they prostitute or follow brothels I don't want my sister to be like that and I adhere strictly to dad's warning to evacuate her to the village after varsity closures."Ronke enraged again the more as if to smash his brother's cheeks with sharp objects and injured him.Women and their anger.She keeps her furious thought at this whole mess of reiterated, reduplicated, replicated and reprised version In her adrenaline.As she vowed in her relapses, recrudescence, regression,flurries, flashes, atavisms,outburst, meltdown, reversion,retrogression, breakdown and ,moistened,dunked,bedewed,rinsed,soaked,steeped, damped,doused,soused,dowsed, docked,laved,drenched,immersed,immerged, rehydrated, humidified with fury,she slung the shot to burn the house down .
She persistently protests, objects,repines,rebels,remonstrates,expostulates,maunders,cavils,yaups,balks,squawks,defies,squabbles,nags, hassles, grumps,grizzles,gags,whinges, whimpers,bellyaches,bleats and yowls his presence when he starts his terror banters.
"I think my brother is mad or something look at what he calls"terror banters"everywhere.Little wonder he calls himself"a dementia a potụ"a book wormed buffoon".Not often readable.Why won't I love my brother for goodness sake for the sake of family intergrity!I can't even concentrate on the thesis again.I can't read this,is this Poetry or what he calls 'obscurantism'.So my thesis must be laved with diction too right . Maybe I can read it let me try:
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