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When an unexpected journey filled with friendship, betrayal, hidden family secrets, and the mystery of a long-forgotten legendary artist changes the course of a young woman’s life, you know you’re in for a thrilling ride.
The Watch My Grandmother Left Me is a heartwarming story about legacy, self-worth, and the surprising ways destiny finds us.
“Girl, your grandma left you a fortune. My dad has a whole museum of Ari’s collection and he’d love to meet you.”
“Huh?” My face scrunched up in confusion.
“Like from where to where? How did ‘meet her dad’ enter this conversation?” The silent dialogue in my head made me miss her next line until she tapped me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Ummm, yh… I’m fine… I’m just shocked by everything you just said.”
A knowing smile crossed her face. She beckoned her friends who’d finished in the ladies and joined us at the wash basin.
“First of all, I’ve never heard of Ari or whatever you called it. And why do I need to meet your dad?”
She smiled again. This time I noticed the small dimples on her left cheek and a brow cut that looked intentional — like it was made to make her look like a goddess.
“Okay, I get that you’re surprised. Let me introduce myself. I’m Kemi Kuti, daughter of the first African and only Nigerian collector of timeless vintage fashion pieces…”
That name hit me instantly. I’d seen Imade Kuti’s face all over my social media this week. I didn’t catch all the details, but I knew his vibe and what he’s known for.
And now? I’m in the same public toilet with his daughter.
What a coincidence…
“Ari was someone my dad adored back in the 70s. Now he collects every piece of her art off the face of the earth.”
She continued while her friends sized me up. Not rude though — I could see acceptance forming on their faces. They must love vintage pieces too.
She nudged my arm lightly. “So tell me, would you join me and my friends at the gala my dad is holding tonight?”
She must’ve seen the confusion and fear on my face because she put up a finger like she was stopping me from talking. “And don’t worry about anything. My walk-in closet in the villa is like a variety store. I’m sure you’ll find something that fits and suits your taste,” she giggled, and her friends lit up.
“Hold on…” I put both hands up like I was stopping myself from throwing up the few morsels of eba I ate before coming here.
“This is too much… am I dreaming?!”
She and her friends burst into laughter like I’d just cracked a medal-winning joke.
Abi I’m truly dreaming. I didn’t even know I said that out loud.
There must be something special in the soap I used this morning. This morning I was just worried about my friends liking my outfit. Now I’ve been insulted at the table, walked into the bathroom to mop tears of shame, and ended up meeting a billionaire’s daughter and her friends.
Wow, dreams really do happen. But my dream was never about meeting Imade Kuti’s daughter!
Please wake me up! I’m dreaming!
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Girl, if you think THIS is wild… wait till you see what’s inside Kemi’s walk-in closet 
Comment *CLOSET* if you want Part 4, or I’ll leave you here to wake up from this dream alone 
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