IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 47&48

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IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – EPISODE 47

Pastor Mrs. Adegoke smiled again. Sister Aarinola we know in parts and we prophesy in parts. God wont hold us accountable for what we do not understandLets dwell on what we know and understand. The rest, God will reveal to us by and byGod bless you

That night Mrs. Paseda had the same dream again!!!

Morakinyo was gathering firewood on a farm. He sang as he gathered a big bundle. He looked around for a rope to tie the bundle of firewood. He saw a good one and pulled at it but the rope would not give way, he tried again and a sharp thorn pricked his hand, he screamed and turned away from the rope.

He looked around for another one; he saw a thin rope not strong but was easy to pull, he pulled it out and tied the bundle all around. He pulled off his shirt and made it into a head-rest. He carried the bundle to his head just then, the rope broke and the bundle scattered.

The atmosphere on the campus became tense following the threat of the Vikings Confraternity to hold her world initiation on the campus of University if Ife. The initiation was fixed for a Saturday.

Before the initiation, some group of strange looking boys were sited in different parts of the camps. A student drove into the car park where some of them were gathering along the road and splashed water on their car. They traced the student to Mozambique Hall and beat him up badly. Immediately, the student who was attacked reported the matter at the Students Union Building.

As soon as word came to Lanre about the presence of strange looking young men on the campus, he mobilised other members of the Students Union Exco, the Man O’ War and Cadet Teams to ransack all the halls of residence to know who those students were and where they came from.

After about three hours of rigorous searching, the teams came to a conclusion that none of the strange looking boys live in the halls of residence.

Larry BeeI suspect some boys living in the Staff Quarters are behind all these Cadet Commander; Bosun Aladeyelu advised. During one of our raids, we chanced upon one of the boys quarters belonging to a Senior Lecturer where some boys of questionable characters live Bosun continued.

“Larry Bee, the Cadet Commander is correct. I know the quarters he is talking about. Its on Road 10. I had reasons to pass by the quarters twice in the last two weeks and each time, I saw a gathering of dangerous looking boys Akin Sewanu, General Secretary of the Students’ Union gave further information.

GreatThank you Commander and thank you too, Akin. We have to move fast and get them all arrested immediately Lanre said with military fiat!

Two buses filled with Students Union leaders, Man O’ War Operatives and Cadet Officials drove to the front of the reported boys’ quarters. The team met the boys quarters locked from behind and total silence reigned everywhere. After moving round the building twice, they concluded that no one was living in the boys quarters.

“Presido, looks like this house is deserted The Man O War Commandant was first to speak after fruitlessly searching for an entrance into the house. I suggest we comb some other sections of the Staff Quarters He advised further.

“Aright, lets leave Lanre commanded.

Immediately the whole team filled up the two buses and were set to leave.

Hold on Lanre told the driver of the first bus. Gentlemen, I see movement in that house just now The two buses stopped and the team alighted again. Lanre and the two Commanders led the way back to the building.

I noticed that there was movement inside the house just as we turned to leave Lanre said affirmatively.

At the word of the Cadet Commander, two hefty looking Cadet officers gave a kick each to the door forcing it to open immediately. Men of the two para-military agencies stormed the house and arrested some boys there, and what they found shocked everybody. They seized four machine guns, among other weapons and several live ammunitions under the bed.

“Gentlemen, it is glaring that these people are planning some dastardly acts and they have to be taken to SUG Building for further interrogations. The issue at hand is now beyond some molestation of a fellow student and cult initiation. There is something deeper they have to tell the world!!! Lanre announced to the entire team who all agreed with him that the arrested foreign students’ be taken to the SUG Building for further interrogation.

Immediately, the seven boys were bundled into the buses and driven to the SUG Building.

Voluntarily, the arrested students made confessions as soon as they arrived the SUG Building. They said they were on the campus for initiation and the weapons were for their initiation. One of them mentioned the name of a very senior staff member and said he knew about their activities and was actually their patron.

Since a senior staff member was implicated, Lanre immediately placed a call to Prof. Barakkah, The Dean of Students Affairs.

It took Professor Barakkah less than ten minutes to race down to the Students Union Building. Although his house is on the Staff Quarters within the campus, Barakkah has devoted himself wholeheartedly to issues bothering on students’ welfare and well-being. His appointment as The Dean of Students Affairs was hinged on his favourable disposition to students related issues and his robust experience as a Students’ Union leader.

His experience as a Students Union leader at the University of Ibadan in 1971 when Kunle Adepeju; a 200 level student was murdered by an overzealous police officer had left him with a very bitter memory. When he became the Dean of Students Affairs three years ago, he had vowed that no student life will be lost during his tenure. Not only did he make the vow but he actually went to pray at a mountain in Ido-Ajinare near Ado-Ekiti, Ondo State where he handed over the entire student population of the University of Ife to God.

As a lecturer, the love and tendencies towards students agitations and struggle never left him for once. In 1981 when the rusticated former Students’ Union Leader who spearheaded the 1978 Ali Must Go uprising, Comrade Segun Okeowo was pardoned and reinstated by the President and Commander in Chief of the Armed forces; Alhaji Shehu Shagari, it was Barakkah who provided him the necessary logistics to make his one year stay on the campus very comfortable. Since then, he has enjoyed very robust relationships with successive student union governments. However, with the government of Lanre Durotoye, he seemed to have found the best of SUG regimes. The recent conversion of Lanre and his testimony at the Christian Union programme last semester has even endeared Lanre to him the more.

As Barakkah approached the SUG building, his heart skipped a beat. Gathered outside was a thick crowd of students chanting anti-cult slogans! He quickly asked his driver to park the car afar off while he trekked to the building. He had a difficult time trying to maneuver through the crowd of students. Fortunately, two cadet officers and some school security men spotted him and gave him covering and escorted him to the building.

As soon as word came to Lanre that The Dean of Students Affairs was around, he quickly rose and went to meet him at the stairs.

Welcome Sir Lanre said as he prostrated for the Dean of Students Affairs. He does that anytime he greets the Professor. Lanre would not forget in a hurry the kind roles Barakkah played during the episode of his mini-madness at the Hotel Diganga when he took Harriet for a night out.

Where were they arrested? Prof. Barakkah did not waste time as soon as Lanre led him to the expansive office of the SUG President. The noise downstairs was deafening as the students continued with anti-cult slogans.

“At a staff quarters on road 9. We found out that the boys quarters was locked from behind but we noticed that there was movement inside the house. So, we entered the house and arrested them. What we found shocked everyone of us. We found four machine guns, among several other weapons and ammunitions under the bed”

Ah! Professor Barakkah exclaimed.

“So it was glaring that they were planning some dastard acts, so we brought them here Lanre explained further. Barakkah stared at him blankly, looking aghast as Lanre spoke. Although cult activities were gradually becoming a menace on the campus, the introduction of arms and ammunitions like machine guns was a fearful dimension.

Satisfied with the expression on the Professors face, Lanre continued his narrative “Voluntarily, they have started confessing. They said they were on the campus for cult initiation and the weapons were for their initiations. One of them mentioned the name of a very senior staff member and said he knew about their activities and was actually their patron” Lanre paused deliberately again to see the reaction on Professor Barakkahs face.

Are you sure of what youre saying? Barakkah was shocked. He stared at Lanre with disbelief.

“Sir, this sounds so unrealistic and difficult to believe. That is exactly why I wanted you to personally listen to them before we hand them over to the school security agencies. We dont want any complications

Professor Barakkah sighed deeply and sank further into the chair as Lanre finished speaking.

May I know who this very senior staff is? Barakkah spoke after a long silence.

Its Prof. Ajayi Olufowobi, the Deputy Vice Chancellor (Administration)

Professor Barakkah stared blankly at Lanre with his mouth wide opened!

Tell me this is not true, Lanre Barakkah whispered. If someone else had told him, he would have disbelieved, but the little time he had interacted with Lanre since he became the Union President has left him in no doubt about the integrity and high moral standard of the young man.

Sir, I am equally shocked too, but that is what they said. We did not torture them and didnt permit anyone to put them under durex Lanre explained.

I am short of words Barakkah sighed again. A ring of sweat had formed on his brow. He used the blade of his right hand to wipe it away. He was alone in the office with Lanre. Can I use your phone?

Yes Sir. Why not Sir Lanre quickly drew the telephone towards the side of the table where Barakkah was seated. Barakkah speedily dialed a number and waited impatiently for the other side to pick it up. It was the exchange operator.

Extension 287 please Barakkah waited another few seconds as the tone changed and he was connected to the number he requested for.

Hello Sir A male voice responded on the other side. Office of the Chief Security Officer

Thank you, this is Professor Barakkah, Dean of Students Affairs I need the attention of the CSO at the Students Union Building please Barakkah panted as he spoke. The situation at hand was becoming more critical than he expected.

He just left now for the SUG Building. His attention has been called to the crisis brewing there a few minutes ago. I guess he must be close by now, that is if he has not entered the building already The voice on the other side explained.

Good. Thank you Barakkah hung up the receiver, pushed the telephone back to Lanre and faced him.

“The Chief Security Officer of the university is almost here. We must handle this together Barakkah paused and waited for Lanres reaction. There seemed to be none. So, Barakkah continued. Before he comes, let me ask, Lanre, what does the Student Body want? Barakkah said silently.

“Thank you Sir. Since a senior officer of the university is already implicated, we have decided to hold on before we take any further action Lanre was on his feet now, addressing the DSA.

We are of the opinion that the case be first reported to the school management so that it could clarify some things. We feel in an intellectual community like this, that is the most befitting way of addressing the issue” Lanre continued.

“What we want is for the Deputy Vice-Chancellor (Administration) to immediately deny the relationship he allegedly has with these boys that we have arrested and then allow the rule of law to take it’s course. That is my submission on this issue Sir, on behalf of the SUG Exco” Lanre rounded up, drew a chair nearby and sat opposite the Professor.

Thank you Lanre Barakkah started after he had sighed again. “I am indeed proud of you. This is the height of responsibility and decency in Students Unionism. I wish all students leaders will take a cue from you. Your request on behalf of the students body is noted and I shall work on it immediately.

Just then, the Chief Security Officer walked in. Akin Sewanu, General Secretary of the Students Union and Cadet Commander; Bosun Aladeyelu accompanied him into the Presidents office. Immediately, Lanre stood and bowed to acknowledge the presence of the University CSO. Barakkah also offered the CSO a handshake.

Thank God you are here. The leadership of the Students Union have been able to manage the situation to a large extent Professor Barakkah started as soon as the CSO sat. “The President has briefed me appropriately. However, he wants both of us to listen to the apprehended suspects

Thats OK Sir The CSO said as he stood promptly to follow the DSA. Lanre led the way towards the Students Parliament Hall where the suspects were kept. A crowd of Man O’ War Officials and Cadet Operatives surrounded them. One of them who appeared to be the ring leader had bruises on his mouth. A thin line of blood flowed from the left corner of his mouth down his chin leaving a messy pattern on his goatee.

Lanre was annoyed at the sight. He had given instructions to them not to torture any of the suspects.

Whats the meaning of this!!!” Lanre thundered like a wounded lion! Who tortured him. Why the blood in his mouth? I gave clear directives that no one should torture them

Presido, no one tortured them! The Director of Socials offered explanation.

So what happened? Why blood all over him Lanre was becoming impatient now.

“Eaaasy, Larry Bee One of them It was the turn of the PRO, Habeeb Poroye to give further explanation. This dark complexioned one actually attacked him with a head butt. He was angry with him for saying those things he mentioned concerning the DVC. It was rather too sudden, by the time we held him, he had wounded his friend badly. We struggled to prevent a revenge fight” Habeeb submitted.

I see Lanre sighed and relaxed. He turned to the DSA and CSO. Sirs, these are the suspects we apprehended at the Staff Quarters. We are sure you will find their statements useful Lanre said confidently while the elderly men nodded in agreement.

Lanre walked closer to the boy with the bloodied mouth and squatted before him. His head was bowed as he sat on the flow.

The Dean of Students Affairs and the Chief Security Officer of the University are here. Both of them are men of impeccable character and integrity. We need you to repeat before them what you told us before their arrival Lanre spoke assuredly.

Gradually, the boy lifted his head and stared at Lanre menacingly. He gave Lanre a hateful look. He stared around the hall to see the faces looking at him expectantly, all waiting for him to re-affirm his earlier allegation about the Deputy Vice-Chancellor. Again, he returned the hateful look to Lanre and declared confidently; I dont know what you are talking about!!!

Haaa The whole hall of students leaders and security operatives erupted in shock and gasps.

Lanre stared at the boy with surprise and bewilderment. He smiled to cover his shock. He looked back to see the expression on the faces of the DSA and The CSO. They were both taken aback. Only the CSO smiled confidently.

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – EPISODE 48

Gradually, the boy lifted his head and stared at Lanre menacingly. He gave Lanre a hateful look. He stared around the hall to see the faces looking at him expectantly, all waiting for him to reaffirm his earlier allegation about the Deputy Vice Chancellor; Again, he returned the hateful look to Lanre and declared confidently; I dont know what you are talking about!!! Haaa The whole hall of students leaders and security operatives erupted in shock and gasps.

There were threats of counterattacks by the main cult group whose members were arrested by the Students Union leaders headed by Lanre Durotye. The CSO on the strength of the statements of the Student Leaders and the Para-Military operatives had invited the police to the campus and handed over the suspected cultists to them.
He also presented the arms seized from the room where the suspects were arrested. The Divisional Police Officer had assured the CSO that due diligence will be done and proper investigations carried out before the suspects are charged to court.
Prof. Ajayi Olufowobi, the Deputy Vice Chancellor (Administration) mentioned by the suspects as one of the sponsors of the cult group had proceeded on an indefinite suspension as advised by the Council. Although he denied the allegation, the council insisted he stepped aside to allow proper and unbiased investigations take place.

For seven days after the arrest of the suspected cultists, police patrol vans paraded the campus while an armoured tank was stationed at the gate of the Campus to forestall any attack by cultists or their collaborators.

Nothing happened for seven days so the police withdrew the tanks and the men. As if prompted by an insider and acting on a tip off, the cultist stuck same day!!! Although Morakinyo had drawn a list of people to visit before his travel to Ikeji-Arakeji and Gbayike was first on his list, he was not able to make good his decision to visit her until the eve of his journey to Ikeji Arakeji.

He had made some attempts to see her during two previous Sundays in the Church, but each time, his confidence failed. He was confused and totally unsure of what to tell her. His legs shook and his heart beat fast as he waited after knocking the door at Gbayikes flat that afternoon.

His heart missed a bit as the door flung open. He had silently prayed that Sister Wonuola will be the one to open the door. He wanted Wonuola to be around so that at least if words failed him, Wonuola will at least bail him out.

Moreover, the presence of Wonuola will be a form of silence breaker in case of expected and sudden silence as they speak. As the door opened, Morakinyo nearly jumped out of his skin as Gbayike stood there laughing hysterically. Apparently, she was discussing with someone in the house and came to open the door in the midst of some excited discussion.
Gbayike was shocked seeing Morakinyo too, gradually the hysteric laughter gave way to a blank expression. Gbayike stood still and held the door involuntarily staring blankly at Morakinyo. The cold deep stare was too much for Morakinyo. He dropped his gaze and stared at the floor.

Bro. Morakinyo I hope all is well? She managed to speak after what seemed like hours of silence. Yes, all is well, Sister Gbayike. I will be travelling tomorrow for my mission course at Ikeji Arakeji. I felt I should visit to bid you goodbye Morakinyo explained. The words followed naturally.

He wondered if he was choosing the right words. Please come in Gbayike said and opened the door wide enough for him to step in. She still held to the door. Morakinyo wondered why she did that. Several questions raced through his heart. Who is inside with her? May be she doesnt want me to see the person I hope its not a brother! Who is our visitor this Saturday o!!! Wonuola shouted from the kitchen. It was a Saturday, so Gbayike and Wonuola were at home.

That brought some relief to Morakinyo. Apart from not wanting to have a solitary meeting with Gbayike, he also was scared of his emotions. In the last few days, he has experienced an unusual desire for s€x. Although, he could not have successful interc0urse with her, the three months of intimate romantic relationship he had Oyinkan while their ill-fated marriage lasted and the sudden break had started to take a toll on his manliness.

It took him several hours to decide whether to see Gbayike or not. For a sister he had expressed deep love for several times, Morakinyo was no longer sure what could happen should he suddenly find himself all alone with Gbayike. He had specially prayed that Wonuola would be at home when he visits. That was part of the reasons he chose to visit on a Saturday. Now God has answered his prayers. Wonuola was at home! Wonuola waited for a response to her enquiry, but none seemed to come. She heard the door opened and knew someone entered.

Thereafter there was silence. She continued her cooking expecting Gbayike to come and inform her if it was necessary to see any visitor. The silence persisted again. Sister Gbayike! Wonuola called out. There was no response. Wonuola could take it no longer. She knew she heard the door cringed and opened. She was also sure someone entered and suddenly the silence. Wonuola walked into the parlour completely unaware of the scene playing out in the living room. Seated on the sofa was Morakinyo staring blankly at the floor with Gbayike sitting afar from him. A dead silence reigned between the two of them.

Oh, sorry! Wonuola said as she bumped into the silent meeting. Brother Morakinyo, I didnt know its you. You are most welcome Wonuola managed to say. Thank you Sister Wonu Morakinyo replied. I was just about to ask after you now, when you came out. Thank you for taking good care of Sister Gbayike Morakinyo was choosing his words carefully. He had rehearsed the lines for days. He was merely rolling out the lines like an experienced actor on a theatre stage. AhThank God. But I think she is the one taking good care of me O Wonuola said smiling. Ok then, shall we thank the two of you for taking good care of each other Morakinyo said smiling sheepishly.

That is more like it Wonuola blushed. Thank you for coming Brother Morakinyo, please excuse me so I can tidy up what am doing in the kitchen Oh sure, Sister Wonu. Thank you Wonuola disappeared into the kitchen leaving Gbayike and Morakinyo alone in the living room again. The reign of silence continued.

Suddenly, Morakinyo stood and moved closer to where Gbayike was seated and knelt before her. I am deeply sorry, Sister Gbayike. I completely take responsibility for all what happened. Please find a place in your heart to forgive me Morakinyo pleaded. He was on a knee as he pleaded. Gbayike remained silent and head bowed. She continuously stared at the floor. Tears had already swelled in her eyes. Suddenly, Morakinyo reached out for her left hand and held it lovingly. Gbayike was surprised. This was the first time Morakinyo was touching her since they started their relationship over a year ago. She looked up and their eyes met. They were locked in that gazing spree for more than thirty seconds.

The tears in Gbayike’s eyes had stuttered gushing. Morakinyo was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He felt a sudden rush of s€xual emotion surge from his hands through his spine and throughout his body. He knew he was doing the wrong thing now. He felt a bulge in his trousers!!! Gradually, he dropped Gbayikes hand and stood from his kneeling position. Something in him told him he had overstayed his visit in Gbayikes house.

No wonder The Senior Pastor warned him not to visit Gbayike at all. Initially, he had wondered why the restriction on a sister he had wanted to marry before the coming of Oyinkan into his life. Had it not been for Oyinkan, he would have settled down with Gbayike as husband and wife. The thoughts raced quickly through his mind as he withdrew his hand and stood away from Gbayike. He had seen reasons why the Senior Pastor restrained visitations to her. Having tasted unrestrained romantic relations for three months with Oyinkan, a part of him which had remained dormant since he was born had suddenly become awakened.

Then he remembered the word of God in Proverbs 6:27 “Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned? Certainly, I have carried coals of fire with my hands!!! He muttered to himself. Gbayike looked away, pretending as if he had not seen Morakinyo. A long silence ensued between them, it lasted for about two minutes which seemed to Morakinyo like two hours. I am sorry for everything that happened Sister GbayikeI know I have offended you” He managed to utter the words again and sat a little distance away from Gbayike now.

He was not sure of the way his body was reacting. You have nothing to be sorry about Bro Morakinyo. You never offended me She replied. Just then, Wonuola stepped out of the kitchen holding a shopping bag. “Sister Gbayike, please I have to dash to the market, I have forgotten we have ran out of palm oil, I need to quickly get it from the market besides, we need a couple of other things.

There is beans on the fire, please check for me in case I stay too long She said facing Gbayike. Bro Morakinyo, please kindly excuse me, I will be back in about fifteen minutesI hope I will still meet you? Ah !!! No. I should have left by then; I wont stay long. Thank you Alright Sir.

Thank you Wonuola said as she made for the door. “Thank you Sister Wonu, please take care Morakinyo managed to mumble the words. Another reign of silence followed. Gbayike’s hearts started beating fast. She had started feeling strangely since Morakinyo stepped in to the house.

Although she had angrily declared that she does not want Morakinyo in her life again, suddenly she had developed a new longing for him the moment he stepped into the house that afternoon. I came to bid you farewell. I will be going to Ikeji Arakeji tomorrow to commence my Bible College training. I will be away for six months” Morakinyo explained to break the silence that followed when Wonuola stepped out. He also needed some sort of neutral dialogue to break the trend of negative feelings he was having towards Gbayike.

Oh congratulations Bro Morakinyo, the Lord will go ahead of you and make the crooked places straight Gbayike said forcing a smile. For the first time, Morakinyo saw that Gbayike had dimples! She had become more attractive than before. The negative feelings rushed in again! He felt another bulge on his trousers!!! He could not control himself again. He felt like rushing to embrace Gbayike and planting a k!ss on her lips. Ahhhh.Morakinyo.you have to leave .NOW!!!

Morakinyo said to himself. Your defences have broken down completelymove out of this houseNOW He felt like he heard a voice speaking to him. Suddenly, Morakinyo stood and announced his leaving. “Sister Gbayike, I have to leave He said standing away from Gbayike, she must not see the bulge!

He quickly pocketed his hands and made a good attempt to speak and adjust the offending bulge. Oh thank you Brother Morakinyo. It was thoughtful of you to have checked on me. Please take good care of yourself in Ikeji-Arakeji” I will. Thank you. Morakinyo made a quick dash for the door praying frantically that Gbayike will not make attempt to see him offJust then she stood to see him off.

Dont bother, I will be fine He said without turning back to see here. The mere sight of Gbayike’s face was sending wrong signals to him, so getting out of the building was Morakinyos greatest desire. “OkayNo problem” Gbayike turned back. Morakinyo’s behaviour was already confusing her.

She would have loved him to stay a little longer but she too was not sure of how her body was reacting to the presence of Morakinyo. If Morakinyo had taken a further step to make advances at her, she was not sure if she would be able to resist hm. She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Morakinyo stepped out and the door closed. Outside, Morakinyo crossed his heart and raced down the stairs towards the gate. His walk to the road where he took a taxi was more like a flight.

What happened has proved to him the extent of his vulnerability. He never believed it could happen to him. Each time the Senior Pastor warned him not to visit Sister Gbayike, he felt the clergyman was being too strict and unnecessarily protective. The experience at Gbayike’s house shocked him and changed his orientation. As soon as he entered the taxi, he closed his eyes and began to seek forgiveness from God. He also thanked him for helping him to muzzle enough strength to leave Gbayikes apartment at the nick of time. He tried to imagine what could have happened if he had stayed a little longer in the house.

He could have committed fornication with her or even made an attempt. He would have had no choice than to go and report himself to the Senior Pastor. His going to Ikeji-Arakeji would have been cancelled and another round of suspension and punishment would have commenced. He opened his eyes just as the taxi entered Felele Rab. He was close to his sister’s house where he had been staying since his return from Onigba-Iwofa.

Lanre had just left the SUG office for the Hall of Residence at around 11pm. He could not in his wildest imagination expect that the cultist had already planned to attack that night. He was the main target of the operation. His offences had become multi-dimensional. First, he renounced membership of the cult and exposed them at a well-attended programme of the Christian Union where he gave a testimony. Secondly, he as the President of the Students Union had led a raid on some members of the cult leading to their arrested and continued incarceration in police cells.

That night the Keggites Club’ was having her annual ‘World Gyration It brings all Keggites’ Clubs in the country together. Being the international headquarters of the Keggitess Club dubbed Ilya du World The University of Ife played host to all the Keggites from other Institutions across the country. It was a festival of some sort. A major itinerary of the World Keggites Gyration was the plan to honour the President and The Secretary General of the Students Union and induct them as honourary members of the Keggites Club via the Ilya du World Lanre had pleaded to be excused from the honourary induction citing reasons of faith and irreconcilable differences in convictions.

He however promised to attend the gyration in his capacity as the President of the Students Union and to honour his General Secretary; Akin Sewanu who accepted to be inducted. The Gyration was to kick off at 12am, so he begged them to allow him sleep till the moment when he would be honoured. The Exco had a marathon meeting session from 2pm till 11pm, so Akin Sewanu requested that they should send someone to wake him as soon as they were set for the induction.

Lanre also agreed that to honour Akin, whenever they came around to wake him, he should call on him too. That night, Mrs. Durotoye could not sleep. She stood from her bed and went to the toilet several times. She thought she felt pressed but each time she got to the toilet, she had no urine to pass. She eventually concluded she was becoming unnecessarily jittery.

Then, she remembered her husband in Liberia. Calls have been made on the Nigerian Government to evacuate her envoys in the now becoming hostile country. Fear gripped her as she remembered the things her husband told her the last time he visited home. He was part of a meeting between the Nigerian Ambassador to Liberia and the duo of Charles Taylor and Samuel Doe.

She began to pray. Two hours later, about eighteen armed men burst into the gyration venue and shot sporadically and indiscriminately to disperse those at the Keggites festival. The information they had was that Lanre will be at the gyration to honour Akin Sewanu who was due to become an Honourary Comrade of the Keggites Club. The sporadic shootings continued as the gun-throttling men kept shouting Where is Larry Bee Odgjidga?
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