“Remember who? Mrs. Joju asked wondering what the excitement was all about.
As he stood up, he felt a sharp pain on his knees. His two legs ached painfully. The dangers of the night and the urgent need for survival and immediate action had prevented him from noticing the pains.
“Bro. Morakinyo… I hope all is well?” She managed to speak after what seemed like hours of silence.
Professor Barakkah sighed deeply and sank further into the chair as Lanre finished speaking.
In 1973, while serving as a mathematics lecturer at the University of Lagos, Kumuyi an old boy of Mayflower school and protégé of Dr. Tai Solarin had started a Bible study group with 15 university students who had come to him requesting training in the Scriptures.
“Did I cause her death…” She asked Wonuola for the umpteenth time.
Manchuria, her personal aide stood still and refused to look towards the dead bodies on the floor
“Welcome Morakinyo…it is well with you! Accept my sympathy on the death of…em, em… on her death”
“Turn here…Ah!” Oyero was about to tell Dasofunjo where to turn, but he had already made the turn.
As I am writing now, I hate you with all my spirit, soul; and body. If only you know what pain I’m going through here, you will not be surprised to see the tears stains that have dotted this paper all over.