IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 37&38 – Kolade Segun Okeowo


Morakinyo hearkened to the counsel of Barrister Wole Olaoye and went straight to the parsonage. He met pastor and his wife at the entrance. They were about stepping out of the house as he drove his BMW into the church compound. Pastor Kalejaye was already in the car, waiting for his wife.

“Good morning Daddy…Thank God I met you” Morakinyo prostrated and greeted the Senior Pastor. Just then, Pastor Mrs. also came out of the house.

“Ah…Brother Morakinyo…Thank you Jesus”

“Mummy, good morning Ma. Good to see you Ma. Thank you for yesterday”

“We thank God” Mrs. Kalejaye replied.

“We were about coming to meet you at your Sister’s house…”

“Ah Daddy, you would have called her to give the message to me”

“I have tried calling her telephone line severally, but it was dead all the while” Pastor Kalejaye explained as he alighted from the vehicle.

“Ah that’s true; the criminals who attacked her house destroyed the phone lines. NITEL people promised to come and repair this morning”

“No wonder…Ok. Let’s go in” Pastor led the way as they returned back into the house.

The discussion with Pastor Kalejaye was brief. He listened to Morakinyo say all the things he earlier told Barrister Wole Olaoye. Although Pastor Kalejaye was shocked, he did not show it. He simply sighed at regular intervals. He was surprised that Morakinyo could be talking of marriage when the crisis he caused via his “unholy union” with Oyinkan has not been sorted.

“Brother Morakinyo, I am not used to giving hard and fast standing instructions to my children especially when it comes to personal issues like relationships, marriage and Gods dealings. However, in this case, I am going to be hard on you a little…I have seen that you probably do not understand the gravity of the situation at hand… You do not!”

Morakinyo was already sweating; the words were hitting him hard.

Pastor Kalejaye continued. “You married a stranger at Onigba-Iwofa in the most questionable manner. Ideally, the church should have placed you on immediate suspension, but we decide to rescue you first before the Church board will even meet to deliberate on your misdemeanor. Here you are talking of perfecting and formalizing marriage to the same lady”

Pastor Kalejaye was visibly angry and could not hide it. This was the first time Morakinyo would be seeing him in such a mood.

“I am no longer going to take this issue with kid gloves like before. I was convinced that you were matured enough to know the right things to do… But I have been wrong. Henceforth, the issue of marriage and related matters are hereby suspended for now. You have never been married to that woman and even if that has to be, that will be later. Thank God she is now a child of God; let her return to her relations as soon as she is discharged from the hospital. If the Lord wants you to marry her, that will be an issue for some other day. You must concentrate on your spiritual revival and recuperation”

Morakinyo bowed his head. He could not bear to look up. Pastor Kalejaye was not sparing him at all.

“That lady must return to her people first. She has to!!! What you need to do is to get in touch with her people…and that has to be immediately. Once she is discharged, she returns to her people…is that taken?”

“Yes Sir” Morakinyo raised his head for the first time since Pastor Kalejaye started the bombshells. His eyes were soaked in tears.

“Go to her in the hospital and get all the necessary information you should have got from the onset about her relations. You must contact her relatives at once and get them aware of her present condition. I will instruct Pastor Joju to escort you to meet her at UCH. Get this very clearly brother Morakinyo…That lady is not your wife…!!! Mark my words, I did not say you can’t marry her…I am not God. I only said for now, she is not your wife!!! You are not married…You are a bachelor!!! Do you understand?”

Pastor Kalejaye was raising his voice. He was completely pissed off with what he considered to be Morakinyo’s shallow understanding, timidity and inappropriate behaviours.

“Yes Daddy, I understand” Morakinyo replied, amidst sobs.

Pastor Kalejaye picked the intercom telephone beside him and dialed a number.

“Hello Pastor Joju, please come over, immediately”

From the other end, Pastor Joju replied and left his office immediately.

Since Saturday evening when Mrs. Paseda led Oyinkan to Christ, she had become an evangelist of some sort in the hospital. Right from the Accident and Emergency ward, she started preaching the gospel to the nurses on duty. The nurse who attended to her last on Saturday evening had suggested to the Matron that Oyinkan be moved to the Female General Ward when she saw the way Oyinkan ministered to her.

“Madam, have you given your life to Jesus…? He will give you peace and take away your sorrows. He just did for me…I am happy and completely free from all burdens. That is why I can testify about him… Please surrender your life to Jesus” Oyinkan had said beaming with smiles.

The nurse smiled and replied. “Thank you, I give God the Glory for your life. What you have just shared with me now is timeless truth. I am grateful to God for bringing me out of the darkness of the world into His marvelous light. I am a Child of God, born again and washed in his precious blood”

The Nurse had suggested the relocation of Oyinkan from the accident and emergency unit to the Female General Ward. According to her, Oyinkan’s condition had improved. Dr. Gilbert Goriola, head of the Accident and Emergency had approved the relocation based on the judgment of the Matron.

On Sunday before Mrs. Paseda and her team arrived, Oyinkan had gone round her new ward to pray for all the occupants of the 32-bedsapace ward. She spoke to each of the co-patients one after the other about Jesus and led twelve of the inmates to Christ. Eight claimed they were already born again while seven insisted on clinging to their former religion. Five of the bed-spaces were empty.

The journey from Ibadan to Lagos was shorter than Morakinyo expected. It was the voice of Dasofunjo who asked Pastor Joju to get the two naira toll fee ready that jolted him back to reality. It was then Morakinyo realized that the bus had reached the Lagos Toll Gate. He was completely engrossed in the thoughts of the meeting with Oyinkan at the hospital just before they left for Lagos.

He and Pastor Joju had secured special permit from the nurses on duty to meet Oyinkan for a few minutes. They had entered the ward only to meet Oyinkan praying with some inmates of the ward. The meeting was brief. Morakinyo sought for the contact of her relations. Oyinkan gave the contacts of her Uncle in Lagos without hesitation claiming her Uncle in Lagos is in the best position to relate with her as she had lost contacts with Ayenuro, her hometown since her Uncle came to take her to Lagos at the age of eight.

Thank God for the geographical and navigational skills of the “travel map” Dasofunjo; they were able to trace the address of Mr. Bamidele Oyero without any difficulty. From the Lagos Toll Gate to Palmgrove however took more time than the journey from Ibadan. The traffic from to Maryland was thick and only subsided after the Anthony Bridge.

The bus packed in front of number 25, Shipeolu Street in Onipanu where Oyinkan Uncle lives. A few enquiries led them to the first flat on the second floor of the building. Mr. Bamidele Oyero was not at home when Morakinyo and Pastor Joju arrived. A woman who later introduced herself to them as his wife welcomed them. She explained to them that her husband had gone to work. When they explained to her that they had come to meet Mr. Bamidele Oyero in respect of his niece Oyinkan; the countenance of the woman changed. She become hostile and told them her husband will not return from office until around 11pm.

When Morakinyo requested for a phone number through which Mr. Bamidele Oyero can be reached in the office, the woman insisted she had no access to any of such phone numbers.

“Okay, madam, can we leave a message for your husband. We are sure you will help us deliver the message to him when he comes back home today” Pastor Joju explained.

“That am not sure of, because I just remembered now that he said he will be going for a conference in Port-Harcourt from the office… So I don’t know!!!” Mrs. Oyero explained with a standoffish attitude.

Pastor Joju smiled and said “That’s okay madam, do you mind if we drop a line or two for your husband so that he will get to know why we are here whenever he returns. We are sorry for disturbing you Madam”

The woman stared at Pastor Joju and Morakinyo with hatred, then she disappeared into one the rooms and soon came out with a pen and paper which she handed over to Pastor Joju. He smiled again, thanked the woman and handed over the paper to Morakinyo who quickly sat and scribbled a note.

When he finished with the note, Morakinyo handed over the note to Pastor Joju who read through, nodded and gave the note to Mrs. Oyero. She collected the note from them and dropped it carelessly on the table. Pastor Joju smiled again and signaled to Morakinyo to set to leave.

“Once again, Madam, kindly accept our apologies for infringing on your privacy and please forgive our bad manners” Pastor Joju said and moved towards the door. Morakinyo followed him immediately.

As soon as they entered the bus, Morakinyo fell on the chair and sighed deeply. “What kind of woman is that? Has she heard something about us before…Such hostility…Such hatred!!! Habaaa!”

Pastor Joju smiled again and fixed his glance on Morakinyo.

“Hear me, Brother Morakinyo, that woman possess a strange spirit. The moment we entered that flat, my spirit repelled hers. Did you notice that the moment you mentioned Sister Oyin was when she changed her attitude towards us. I started speaking in the tongues from that moment. I have a conviction in my spirit that she has something to do with the past that Sister Oyin is trying to overcome”

Morakinyo sighed again. “My goodness Lord… So, Pastor what do you suggest we do now”

“Let’s look for the nearest phone booth to call the man!”

Surprised, Morakinyo looked at Pastor Joju and wondered if something had gone wrong with him.

“Look for the nearest phone booth… to call the man? Which man Pastor?”

Pastor Joju smiled again and repeated what he earlier said.

“Yes…We look for the nearest phone booth to call the man; Mr. Bamidele Oyero…I have his telephone number!”

Morakinyo stared wildly at Pastor Joju and wondered if the man had gone nuts. Pastor Joju was known in the whole of Jesus Assembly to be a psychedelic preacher and full of easy moments. His manner of preaching with several comic reliefs endears him to the heart of the entire congregation. On many occasions, he applies comic reliefs to calm down members who go to him for counseling with heavy burdens. No one with burdens goes to meet Pastor Joju and comes back the same. He knows how to make light of every difficult situation.

Morakinyo stared at Pastor Joju again and wondered why he would choose to make fun out of this very critical situation; one that is bringing him to tears every moment.

Dasofunjo had already moved the vehicle out of Onipanu and entered the service lane of Ikorodu Road via the Palm Grove bus stop exit.

“Brother Dasofunjo, please be on the lookout for any phone booth…We need to make a call urgently…”

“Pastor Jay, I don’t know what you’re talking about. How did you come about Mr. Oyero’s number? His wife did not tolerate our presence for a minute, so how come you got his number” Morakinyo was becoming worried at Pastor Joju’s attitude.

“His number is 01-2340472”

“Pastor, see one phone booth here” Dasofunjo called the attention of Pastor Joju to a phone booth in front of the Baptist Academy, Obanikoro. He pulled into the bus stop.

“Do you have some coins with you Brother Morakinyo” Pastor Joju said as he stepped down from the vehicle.

Morakinyo merely nodded sheepishly as he kept wondering what magic Pastor Joju was trying to do. He brought out some few coins from his pocket. They both moved to the booth which was virtually empty. Only a woman was making call when they got to the booth.

Morakinyo moved closer to Pastor Joju as they waited for the woman in the booth to finish.

“Pastor Jay, please tell me, how you came about the number and are you sure it is the man’s number”

Pastor Joju stared at Morakinyo mockingly and smiled again. “I will tell you as soon as we hit the road again. Meanwhile let’s try it first. Hopefully, it will work”

The woman in the booth finished making her call and stepped out of the booth. Pastor Joju quickly entered the booth; dropped two ten kobo coins, dialed the number he had off hand, and waited. Morakinyo stared at him in awe. Pastor Joju smiled again. The phone rang on the other side.

“Hello…Good afternoon” The voice from the other end answered.

“Yes good afternoon, am I on to The African Petrol Filling Station, Oba Akran Avenue, Ikeja?” Pastor Joju reeled out the details, smiling.

“Yes, this is African Petrol Filling Station, Oba Akran Avenue, Ikeja…How can we be of help”

“I like to speak with the Manager, Mr. Bamidele Oyero”

“Speaking, this is Bamidele Oyero speaking… Who am I speaking with please?”

“Thank you Sir. You have a message from your niece, Miss. Oyinkan Oyero”
“What!!! Oyinkan, where is she?” The speaker from the other end was almost screaming. Pastor Joju quickly handed over the receiver to Morakinyo to continue the conversation with the man on the other end. Morakinyo collected the receiver almost half heartedly staring at Pastor Joju with wonder.

“My name is Dr. Morakinyo Olagunsoye…I am the…” He had wanted to introduce himself as the husband of Oyinkan but quickly paused. “Well, let me cut out the details… God in his mercies saved your niece Mss Oyinkan Oyero in a fatal accident between Oyo and Ibadan”

“Oh my God what is this girl looking for in Oyo, she is supposed to be on Campus at Ile Ife!!!” Mr. Oyero lamented from the other end.

“Although she is recovering fast at the UCH in Ibadan, it will be good if you show up”

“Oh definitely….Thank you Doctor, I will surely be on my way….You said UCH?”

“Yes UCH…Female General Ward One!”

“Oh good. I know UCH very well… Female General Ward. Thank you very much Doctor!”

“Thank you too” Morakinyo dropped the receiver and stepped out of the booth. Three persons had already formed a queue outside the booth waiting to take their turns to make call. Morakinyo stared at Pastor Joju with amazement. He was already moving towards the bus.

Once they were inside the bus, Morakinyo opened the issue of the mystery phone number again as Dasofunjo eased the bus to join the slightly building up traffic of the Ikorodu Road towards Anthony.

“Pastor Jay… Please tell me, how did you get the man’s phone number…How?”

Pastor Joju burst into laughter this time around.
“Okay, I will tell you now…”


Morakinyo dropped the receiver and stepped out of the booth. Three persons had already formed a queue outside the booth waiting to take their turns to make call. Morakinyo stared at Pastor Joju with amazement. He was already moving towards the bus.

Once they were inside the bus, Morakinyo opened the issue of the mystery phone number again as Dasofunjo eased the bus to join the slightly building up traffic of the Ikorodu Road towards Anthony.

“Pastor Jay… Please tell me, how did you get the man’s phone number…How?” Morakinyo was almost pleading now.

Pastor Joju burst into laughter this time around.
“Okay, I will tell you now…”

“Okay, I am all ears.” Morakinyo had become virtually impatient with Pastor Joju now.

“Okay…the moment we entered the house, my eyes went roving around, checking for possible clues and information. By nature, I do that a lot. I am an ardent student of the environment. Fortunately, my eyes settled a calendar of African Petroleum in the living room. It bore the name Bamidele Oyero as the Manager of the AP Filling Station on Oba Akran Way, Ikeja. The phone number was conspicuously written under the name”

“Pator Jay!!!” Morakinyo saluted Pastor Joju.

“When I noticed the change in the attitude of the woman and her hostility, I paid more attention to the calendar and crammed the number. Thank God I did that” Pastor Joju smiled again.

“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.

The bus arrived at the church premises at around 4.15pm. Pastor Joju and Morakinyo went straight to the Senior Pastors lodge and gave him a feed back of the journey. Pastor Kalejaye was happy that at last Morakinyo was able to establish a contact with Oyinkan’s relatives.

“So when did the man say he will come to UCH?” Pastor Kalejaye asked.

Morakinyo sighed. He did not ask the man that particular question.

“He did not say specifically but he said something like… I will surely be on my way…Am afraid; he might get to UCH before us” Morakinyo said.

“Daddy, maybe we call that number again. Just to confirm if he has left Lagos” Pastor Joju opined.

“That’s a good idea” Pastor Kalejaye said and pointed to the telephone box.

“Pastor Jay, you still have the number up there…?” Morakinyo asked jokingly as Pastor Joju moved towards the phone box.

“Ahhh, trust me it’s up there, bubbling live and direct!!! His number is 01-2340472” Pastor Joju said as he dialed the number. The line rang severally but nobody picked it on the other end. Pastor Joju dialed the number again. This time, it rang three times before somebody picked it up. The receiver on the other end did not wait for any other formalities. It was a cleaner at the petrol station. She simply picked the phone and shouted crudely.

“Oga, e no dey office…Oga..o ti lo si Ibadan!!!” The woman replaced the receiver quickly.

Pastor Joju smiled again and reported to Pastor Kalejaye and Morakinyo. “The man is most likely on his way to Ibadan. The receiver on the other end said Oga has gone to Ibadan. Daddy, I think it’s good we go straight to UCH from here. If care is not taken, he will get to the ward ahead of us” Pastor Joju warned.

“That’s okay, but I think you should take your lunch, Mummy has made provision. Please take something before you go. Your food is already on the dining table” The Senior Pastor counseled.

Pastor Joju smiled again and said “Brother Morakinyo, if you will not disobey Daddy, join me at the dining table” Everyone laughed as Pastor Joju sauntered to the table. Morakinyo joined him laughing at the mischievous comic of Pastor Joju.

Pastor Joju was right; Mr. Bamidele Oyero was driving into the UCH when they arrived. However, since they did not know him, he parked and walked ahead of them towards the Female General Ward. While he asked a few persons for direction, Morakinyo and Pastor Joju walked past him and got to the Female General Ward before him. It was already time for visitation, so they had no problem entering the ward and went straight to Oyinkan’s bed.

Oyinkan was praying when they got to her side. She closed her eyes tight and appeared to be completely lost in the spirit. The duo of Morakinyo and Pastor Joju stood a few metres away and waited for her to round up. One of the nurses moved closer to them and tapped Morakinyo. “Sir, you had better call her attention, she could remain like that for the next one hour. She has become our official prayer warrior here!” The nurse explained, smiled and walked off.

Morakinyo and Pastor Joju drew near and sat on the chairs beside her. She heard movements and stopped the prayers. There were tears streaming down her eyes already as she prayed. She smiled as she saw Morakinyo and Pastor Joju.

“Ah…thank you Sirs. How was your journey? Were you able to locate my uncle?”

Just then, a Nurse brought Mr. Bamidele Oyero to her bed. Once he saw her, Mr. Oyero nearly screamed.

“Medayewa!!! What are you doing here….What did you to go do in Oyo!!! Ah thank God!!!” He touched Oyinkan and checked all over her body. “Are you alright?”

“Yes Uncle, am alright. I will tell you everything later” Oyinkan said amidst her sobs.

Mr. Oyero appeared to have seen Morakinyo and Pastor Joju for the first time. He turned towards them.

“Haa, sorry gentlemen, sorry I didn’t take note. Thank you Sirs. Are you the ones I spoke with this afternoon?”

“Yes Sir, we are…we actually…” Pastor Joju knew Morakinyo was going to speak about the trip to Lagos; he quickly pinned down his left foot with the right big toe. Morakinyo got the message quickly and changed the line of his words.
“We actually did not know you could make it today, we thought you will come tomorrow!” Morakinyo adjusted his words.

“Haa! Never, Oyinkan is my niece, the only daughter of my senior brother. She has been living with me since the age of eight. She is my daughter!!! I have been bothered that she didn’t come home after the campus closed. We had expected her back in Lagos since last week, but you know these young people, they have their own ways of doing things… So she went to Oyo, only God knows maybe she went with a boyfriend…Ehn?? You see your life now…Medayewa…Ehn??” Mr. Oyero spoke pitiably.

Oyinkan smiled and sat up on the bed.

“Uncle I am sorry. I will tell you everything” Oyinkan pleaded, exhibiting some pains as she spoke.

“We will excuse you” Pastor Joju said and stood immediately, holding Morakinyo. He didn’t allow any form of resistance from either Mr. Oyero or Oyinkan. They left immediately. Mr. Oyero thanked them and drew his chair closer to Oyinkan.

“Medayewa, what happened to you? What did you go to do in Oyo? Where were you coming from?” Mr. Oyero asked looking very troubled and worried.

“Uncle, I will explain everything… Just give me time. I will explain. You may not be able to return to Lagos today”

“Okay…I will stay. Worst case scenario, I will get a room in any nearby hotel…Go on, talk to me my dear”

Pastor Joju and Morakinyo waited in the church bus till around 5.45pm. They did not see the traces of Mr. Oyero and it was time for visitors to leave the hospital. Morakinyo advised that they go and remind Mr. Oyero that visitors are to leave by 6pm.

“Ah, no need, the Nurses in the ward will soon throw him out now, but all the same, let’s go and bid Sister Oyinkan farewell” Pastor Joju counseled.

Oyinkan had told her uncle, Mr. Oyero everything including the role played by her wife.

“Please Uncle; you must handle this with care. I restrained from telling you all these years because I don’t want to tamper with your marriage. Uncle, get a good Bible believing Church to attend in Lagos, now that you have given your life to Jesus. What Mummy Foyeke needs now is deliverance from the power of darkness and not confrontation” She spoke with passion with tears in her eyes.

Mr. Oyero also had tears in his eyes. He was completely broken by the things Oyinkan told her, especially about his wife and what she did to the pastor at Onigba-Iwofa. Oyero was not only scared but completely worried. He had not heard such stories in his life. When Oyinkan led him to Christ, he kept wondering if Oyinkan was the same kid niece he brought into his house about seventeen years ago.

“Please don’t confront her, but you can insist she goes to Church with you. God will expose many things to you. She joined the marine cult when she was busy searching everywhere for t solution to her barrenness then. She was sincerely wrong and lured into it by her friends. Please don’t fight with her” Oyinkan concluded.

She was praying with her Uncle when Pastor Joju and Morakinyo returned. Morakinyo was shocked to see the scene as Mr. Oyero bowed religiously and Oyinkan prayed for her. They stayed a few meters away again and allowed the prayers to end. Mr. Oyero rose and sat again. He brought out and handkerchief and wipe his tears. He turned around and saw the duo of Morakinyo and Pastor Joju staring at him. He stood up spontaneously and embraced Morakinyo.

“Thank you for everything…Thank you Pastor!!! My niece has told me everything. She told me to ask for your forgiveness on her behalf. She told me how you have showered him with love despite all. She has told me about Jesus. She has prayed for me too. Thank you Pastor…Thank you Sir” He sobbed as he held on to Morakinyo tightly. Pastor Joju could not bear it any longer, he began to sob too. Oyinkan was weeping freely!

One of the nurses stood behind them and tapped Pastor Joju to signal that time was up. Pastor Joju got the message and conveyed to the two men who were locked in a seemingly endless embrace. They hearkened and bade Oyinkan farewell. She drew her bible closer to her chest, closed her eyes and sobbed away silently.

Mr. Oyero followed Morakinyo to meet pastor Kalejaye at the church premises. Pastor Kalejaye was excited to meet Mr. Oyero. They exchanged greetings. As the greetings continued, Mr. Oyero looked at pastor Kalejaye with some feelings of nostalgic familiarity. He stopped the greetings and moved a little away from him.

“Pastor, sorry, by the way, did you attend Mayflower School in Ikenne?” Mr. Oyero asked.

Pastor Kalejaye too stood back and reviewed Mr. Oyero properly from head to toe. He seemed to see some familiarities in the man standing before him.

“Yes I attended mayflower School, Ikenne. I was a foundation set student in 1956 when Dr. Tai Solarin started the school. I am Student Number 56”

“Oh my God….Kaleeejooo!!!! This is Bamidele Oyero; Student Number 47!!!”

Pastor Kalejaye stepped back a bit and took another careful glace at the man before him and shouted “Abandijooo!!!!”

They embraced joyfully and began to sing some songs… The rest, including Mrs. Kalejaye watched gleefully as the two old school mates began to joyfully relieve old school memories. They sang:

“Knowledge is light and so the sages say
Forever it will be the light
To guide humanity
Knowledge is light
As ignorance is darkness
Therefore Mayflowers
Equip yourself with armour of light
For our mission to the world
Is to bear the torch aloft
And cry with all our might
That knowledge is light…3xce
Just as ignorance is darkness
That knowledge is light”

Then they sang another song joyfully:
“I shall pass through this world but once.
Any good thing I can do, any kindness I can show
To any woman or man alive
Let me do it now
Let me do it now
Let me not defer
Let me not neglect it
For I shall never never 2xce
For, I shall never pass this way again!!!”

The joy and happiness continued as they exchanged more pleasantries and discussed more about Mayflower, Dr. Tai Solarin, his wife Sheila and their classmates.

“Have you heard from Folorunsho your very good friend?” Oyero said.

“You mean Kumuyi? Haa, we have been in touch, God is helping him greatly. The fellowship he started; Deeper Christian Life Ministry has blossomed into a fast growing church now…Deeper Life”

“Oh, so you mean Folorunsho is the same W.F Kumuyi that people have been shouting all over Lagos…That is good. I knew he would end up a great pastor. You remember the day I stole his meat in the dining hall. Haaa!!! I can’t forget that day!!! He closed his eyes to pray over food and prayed for such a long time. By the time he finished, his meat had disappeared”

“May God forgive you” Pastor Kalejaye said laughing.

“I cannot forget the look on his face that day, when he said, ‘Bamidele, who took my meat?’ I replied by telling him to ask either of the Father, the Son or the Holy Spirit since he is the one who invited them to come and eat with him” Oyero recounted, laughing heartily!!! Pastor Kalejaye also joined him as they exchanged more banters.

When Oyero announced his intention to check into an hotel in town, Pastor Kalejaye refused and insisted he spends the night at the Church Guest House within the Church premises. Oyero agreed without further argument.

Morakinyo and Pastor Joju had left the parsonage when pastor and his old school mate Mr. Bamidele Oyero settled for dinner. Although tired, following the long day, Morakinyo drove straight to Sister Gbayike’s house. It was a few minutes to eight. Morakinyo knew, he should not be visiting a sister at such a time, but that evening, he felt an urge to see her and greet her. The last time he saw her was when she came to visit at Onigba-Iwofa.

The circumstances that surrounded the visit still haunted Morakinyo. He felt, he needed to apologize to her. Moreover, ever since he returned from Onigba-Iwofa on Sunday, he had not set his eyes on her. He wondered why Gbayike did not come to church. When he knocked, it was Sister Wonuola who came to open the door. Wonula was not only shocked to see Morakinyo, she least expected him at such an odd hour.

“Good evening Sister Wonuola”

“Ahh, Brother Morakinyo, welcome. Quite an age”

“Thank you Sister Wonuola. I am sorry I came at such an odd hour. I came back from the mission base yesterday and it has been from one issue to the other. Is Sister Gbayike at home?”