“Turn here…Ah!” Oyero was about to tell Dasofunjo where to turn, but he had already made the turn.
“Following the expiration of your three-month suspension you will immediately proceed to The Bible College in Ikeji-Arakeji for a special three month course in Missions”
“Waoooh, Pastor Jay, in addition to ministry work, you have added the job of a detective to your CV… I celebrate you Sir” Morakinyo said and laughed. Pastor Joju just smiled.
“Gbayike, it is all over” She didn’t know when her voice rang out in the room attracting the attention of her flat mate. Wonuola had returned from Okitipupa where she had gone to stay with her parents for better treatment following the domestic accident she had about two months ago.
Pastor Kalejaye prayed again for Oyinkan and promised to check on her the following day. Morakinyo also promised to come again. He moved close to her, held her hands lovingly and kissed the back of her hands.
“That is the ADC to Governor Oladayo Popoola. He has a girlfriend he comes to see at night on the last street…Ekun!!! He is a very generous man. He is a Major”
“Let me confess today, I knew it was wrong. I knew such marriage is not legally binding, null, void and of no effect. My years of experience as a Court Clerk taught me marriages don’t hold that way. But you see Sir, what God used Pastor Morakinyo to deliver us from in this town was enough to blind my senses.
“Your Highness, have you forgotten that the last time you summoned her, she could not come, you had to go and meet her personally at her place of assignment”
The story was beginning to excite Lanre. He adjusted his chair almost thrice as he moved closer to his mum, enjoying every bit of the news.
The Christian Union had an unusually large congregation that Sunday morning. News had gone round the campus that Larry Bee, the Students’ Union President was going to give testimony of how he went bananas.