IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 57&58 – Kolade Segun Okeowo
IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – Episode 57
Pastor Adeboye saw the tears in Morakinyo’s eyes and smiled. He saw sincerity in the eyes of the young man and had compassion on him. That morning as he travelled to Ikeji-Arakeji for the programee, he silently meditated on the topic of the sermon. Just as the car entered the compound of the Bible College, he heard the Lord speak to him distinctly. The Lord said “The siege of failure is over”
Although, he said “Amen” and was happy, Adeboye was not sure if the message was for him or someone else. However, when Morakinyo knelt before him and asked to be prayed for, Adeboye looked up and said “Thank you My Daddy” He instantly knew the message was for the young man kneeling before him.
“The siege of failure is over!!! Receive grace to see right and do right in the name of Jesus”
Morakinyo screamed “Amen” as Pastor Adeboye laid hands on him and prayed further for him.
Aarinola travelled to Onigba-Iwofa every fortnight to join the mission work. She arrived on Friday evenings and returned to Ibadan on Sunday afternoons. She took over as the leader of counselling and follow-up team in the mission. Being an indigene, she played a major role in establishing majority of the new converts from the three-day drama crusade. She knew everywhere in Onigba-Iwofa. She grew up and attended primary school there before she travelled to Ibadan for her secondary education.
She and Eebudola, wife of Odewole led Pastor Mrs. Folasasde Joju to the homes of all the market women leaders in Onigba-Iwofa to appreciate the support and massive turn out of market women during the three-day crusade. Anyone who visited Onigba-Iwofa during the three day of drama crusade would have assumed there was a public holiday.
From around four in the evening, the markets were practically shut down and deserted. The head of the market women, a very close friend of Eebudola had sent an appeal to all market women to attend the programme. Madam Abegbe Gboyerumi was not only popular amongst the market women, she was unanimously chosen by all the sections of the market. Her appeal was more like a commandment.
Aarinola, through her mother pulled a large following of former egungun cult women to the church. The women were so many that the first few Sunday services of the church after the drama crusade was more like a carnival of some sorts. The egungun cult women, dressed in their cult robes appeared for the service. Initially, the duo of Major Labode and Odewole wanted to prevent them from entering the church, but on the advice of Pastor Joju, they were permitted to enter the church with their robes.
One of the new converts actually came to the church wearing his egungun costumes. Pastor Joju merely smiled and also gave instruction for the “masquerade” to be allowed a space to sit in the church. While the service was going on, the young man in the egungun costumes, stepped outsideon his volition and removed the sacred garment in the full glare of all. He returned to the church and listened with rapt attention as Pastor Joju preached. After the service, he went outside the church, fetched the masquerade costume and asked Pastor Joju to help him burn it. The clergyman gladly obliged.
Each time Aarinola visited, Mrs. Joju was always relieved. Not only for her versatility and agile nature, but she was a ready companion for the pastor’s wife. Staying alone in the mission house in the remote town of Onigba-Iwofa takes a toll on her emotional psyche sometimes.
Sade and Joju had been waiting upon the Lord for the fruit of the womb since they got married in 1978. Different medical consultations had proved that both husband and wife are healthy, fertile and capable of re-production. However, the situation has remained the same for eight years.
Although, neither Joju nor Sade had ever complained or showed signs of weariness; once in a while, she becomes disturbed by the situation and whispers it to her husband. Joju had always been responsive and comforting by assuring Sade that the heavenly Baby Store has not been and can never be depleted.
Although, she had made friends with the women like Eebudola and Mrs. Labode, none of them could give her intellectual companionship like Aarinola. After visitations and counselling sessions, she and Aarinola will met to pray, study the word together and have all manners of women gist.
Aarinola also contributed immensely, as the construction of the church progressed. She sold a Volkswagen Passat car which her late husband used to drive. The car was almost new and had been parked in her quarters on the campus since the death of her husband. He barely used the car before he got involved in the ghastly motor accident in a commercial vehicle. She sold the car for two thousand seven hundred naira and brought the entire sum to Onigba-Iwofa to support the construction of the new church.
The money came at the right time. Work had reached the lintel stage within the first month and was about to stop due to the non-availability of funds to buy iron rods for the lintel works. As soon as Aarinola brought the money, Major Labode travelled to Shaki to get all the iron rods needed for the lintel stage.
As soon as Morakinyo graduated from the Bible College at Ikeji Arakeji, he headed for Ibadan and went straight to the church to meet Pastor Kalejaiye. The Senior Pastor stood immediately Morakinyo entered his office and gave him a passionate hug that lasted a whole minute. Tears swelled in Morakinyo eyes as he felt the fatherly warmth of the Senior Pastor in the embrace.
“Thank you Jesus…Am glad!!! Am happy…Thank you Jesus…How as the experience at the Bible College” They had barely sat when Pastor Kalejaiye threw the question excitedly.
“Ahhh daddy, it was humbling, deeply revealing and an effective eye opener…” Morakinyo exclaimed.
The father-son discussion continued for another one hour. Morakinyo shared all his experiences with his father-in-the-Lord. Pastor Kalejaye simply smiled as Morakinyo relayed the good, the bad and the ugly about the Bible College at Ikeji-Arakeji. Being an alumnus of the college himself, Kalejaye was no stranger to all the stories Morakinyo told him about the school. He simply listened, shook his head and smiled.
“Sir, when should I return to Onigba-Iwofa?” Morakinyo asked eagerly.
Pastor Kalejaiye smiled again. He looked at the young man lovingly and thanked God for planting such a genuine zeal for His work in his heart.
“You will return to Onigba-Iwofa at the appointed time. However, you must allow Pastor Joju to complete the tenure of his assignment and return to Ibadan before you take over from him. He is billed to spend six months there. This is the fourth month. He has two months to go” Pastor Kalejaye explained.
“You remember the original plan was for you to spend three months on suspension before proceeding to the Bible College. The pardon granted you by the Board of the Church made it possible or you to proceed to Ikeji-Arakeji after only one month of suspension”
“I understand Sir…I will wait Sir”
“Good…continue to lift up Pastor Joju in prayers as you must have been doing. God is helping him to do a fantastic job in Onigba-Iwofa. No doubt, God had helped you to lay a solid foundation in the town before you left, it was easy for Joju and his wife to build on that foundation”
“Thank God Sir” Morakinyo smiled and blushed.
Labinjo Oderinde fell sick exactly two months after the drama crusade. He was said to have gone to his farm one morning and fell while strolling around to supervise the work done by some of his children and workmen. Before any of the workmen could get to him, he had started foaming in his mouth. One of the workmen, an Igalla man who understood the use of herbs jumped into the bush and got some leaves. He quickly squeezed the leaves to get a paste and applied same across his forehead. The mixture worked a bit as Labinjo became partially revived. However, by the time Labinjo was returned home, he had become half paralysed.
As they laid him on the floor of his living-room, word got to his wife who had gone to the market to sell beni-seed. She rushed home to meet her husband in a sorry state. A section of his tongue had become twisted and he was drooling. The woman screamed and rushed out again intuitively. A crowd was already gathering outside their home. Her noise had attracted some neighbours who wondered what could have happened to Olabinjo.
Labinjo tried to speak to one of the men who brought him home but he could not. He wanted to give him instructions, but as much as he tried, no one understood what he was trying to say. Frustrated, he laid on the floor, angry and bitter by the sudden turn of events. Suddenly, he felt a flow of hot urine down his manhood. The liquid flowed freely and he could not stop the flow. He was paralysed !!!
It was a Friday, Aarinola would soon return from Ibadan but she normally returned at evenings.
Soon, Labinjos wife was back, she had gone to the Mission House to bring Pastor Joju and his wife. As soon as the man of God and his wife stepped into the house, the countenance of Labinjo changed drastically. He began to grumble and mumble some words in protest. He struggled to leave where he slept in defiance but he could not find the strength to do it.
He saw the Pastor and his wife as they entered. He knew what they came for. His brilliant intuition knew his wife had gone to call them to come and pray for him. He hated the idea, he would rather die than allow the Pastor pray for him. He tried again to kick his legs in frustration and anger, but the legs would not move. He felt like he was kicking empty air. He grumbled and mumbled words again, but the words that managed to escape from his goiter were incomprehensible though audible.
“See, this is not the time to grumble and complain. When one gets to a point of no return in life, one does not claim manliness; you call for help…Labinjo Oderinde, the son of Odewehinwa, you have got to that point!!!, ask for help…Labinjo…ask for help” Labinjo’s wife was becoming emotional as she screamed to the hearing of her husband. She knelt beside her husband and began to rub his hair. Gradually, she veered into a chant of local praise song and cognomen of her husband.
“Olabinjo oooo…Oderinde OOO!!!
It is you my husband that I salute
Mighty as the Iroko tree
Valiant as the Baobab
Descendant of Onikoyi
Onikoyi, the warrior who never received an arrow in his back.
Child of the water lily, son of the squirrel.
The bird’s foot shall never touch the water.
The river shall never be at rest.
Onikoyi, the warrior
Who frightens death himself.
Child of the vulture perching on the baobab tree;
Child of the eagle sitting on the silk cotton tree;
Child of the hawk waiting on the camwood tree.
When the vulture flaps down
He will eat the intestines of a brave warrior;
When the eagle glides down
He will eat the liver of a brave warrior;
When the hawk pounces down
He will eat the eyes of a brave warrior.
Onikoyi loves nothing but war:
When others drink wine, he drinks blood;
When others plant yams, he is planting heads;
When others reap fruit, he is reaping dead warriors.
One day Onikoyi went out to rob.
Then a thief broke into his own house.
Onikoyi met the thief on the road.
The thief said, ‘Ha — is that not Onikoyo?’
Onikoyi said, ‘Ha — is that not the thief?’
They pounce on each other:
Onikoyi cuts off the thief’s head.
The thief cries, ‘Oshun, Sonponna, help me!’
Onikoyi replies, ‘Whether you call Oshun or whether you call Sonponna,
I am the one who cuts off the heads;
For every warrior is a bit of a thief
Onikoyi….I hail !!!”
As she does the chanting, Labinjo relaxed. His frayed nerves became calmed and he relaxed completely. The woman signaled to Pastor Joju who immediately stepped in, laid hands on him and began to pray for him.
“Father, we thank you for what you have already done…You want to glorify yourself again, please go ahead and do so…. In Jesus name we have prayed”
As soon as Pastor Joju finished the short prayer, Labinjo sat up. A loud noise from his wife, children and his workmen in the house erupted. The noise received additional volume from the crowd already gathered outside eagerly awaiting the miracle since they heard the Pastor had gone in. Odewole and his wife Eebudola arrived just in time to meet the loud noise. They quickly joined the noise of victory and ran into the inner courts of the building to the living room where Labinjo sat on the floor. His clothes were drenched with the volume of water poured on him while the ordeal lasted.
“What happened brother…?” Odewole asked as he moved close to him holding him across the shoulder. Labinjo could not utter a word. He kept battling his eyelids, unsure of what to say!!!
“The worst is over Bro Odewole, the devil made attempt to take him away but God proved Himself mighty” Pastor Joju explained.
“Hallellujayh” Odewole and Eebudola chorused.
Labinjo’s wife smiled again and knelt, thanking the pastor and his wife. Thereafter, she faced Labinjo again and began another round of praises…
“Behold my husband…the concubine of some other women
Permit me to take a brief journey to your mother’s lineage…
Your mother was a descendant of Alaafin Ladigbolu
Ladigbolu the fashionable Alaafin of Oyo
Oyo, descendant of the Alaafin
Rain must not beat the sekere
Child of Atiba
You urge the creditor to demand his pay
Yet you also urge the hireling debtor to repudiate his debt
So that conflict may ensue
For the benefit of the Prince/Princess
Oyo plants the ‘corn of trouble’
In another man’s backyard
That one must not harvest it
Neither must he weed it off
Child of death who cannot die
Child of pestilence who cannot be tied down by sickness
Child of calamity whom calamity cannot afflict….
Olambinjo, son of Odewehinwa OOOOO!!!!”
Smiling, Labinjo stood, shook his buttocks and walked to the Pastor and his wife. He greeted them for the first time since the couple arrived Onigba-Iwofa.
Another loud noise erupted again.
IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – Episode 58
Labinjo’s wife smiled again and knelt, thanking the pastor and his wife. Thereafter, she faced Labinjo again and began another round of praises…
“Behold my husband…the concubine of some other women
Permit me to take a brief journey to your mother’s lineage…
Your mother was a descendant of Alaafin Ladigbolu
Ladigbolu the fashionable Alaafin of Oyo
Ladigbolu the wealthy one who keeps money in pots
Splendour in honour; Father of Gbadegesin
Oyo, descendant of the Alaafin
Rain must not beat the sekere
Child of Atiba
Offsprings of Abiodun Adegoolu
You urge the creditor to demand his pay
Yet you also urge the hireling debtor to repudiate his debt
So that conflict may ensue
For the benefit of the Prince/Princess
Oyo plants the ‘corn of trouble’
In another man’s backyard
That one must not harvest it
Neither must he weed it off
Child of death who cannot die
Child of pestilence who cannot be tied down by sickness
Child of calamity whom calamity cannot afflict….
Olambinjo, son of Odewehinwa OOOOO!!!!”
Smiling, Labinjo stood, shook his buttocks and walked to the Pastor and his wife. He greeted them for the first time since the couple arrived Onigba-Iwofa.
Another loud noise erupted again.
Morakinyo took permission from Pastor Kalejaye to visit Onigba-Iwofa the weekend after he arrived from Ikeji-Arakeji. He barely managed to stay at home for the one week. The desire to see the church he left behind at Onigba-Iwofa and the brethren had become so strong on him.
Pastor Kalejaiye granted him express permission but requested him to stay only the weekend
The vehicle he boarded from Ojoo end of Ibadan to Shaki had taken off at around 8:30am and was moving toward Moniya when it had a flat tyre. Unfortunately, the vehicle had no extra tyre.
“How could you do this to us…This is a nonsensical speculation!!! Infra- digni tatem!!!” One of the passengers erupted. He was sitting in the front beside the driver, so he saw everything. He saw the frustration on the face of the driver when the tyre went down and had asked him if the extra was intact.
“I have extra tyre Sir” The driver had promptly replied. However, when he had walked to the boot of the car and returned to the flat tyre more than thrice looking askance, the old man knew something was amiss.
He looked inquisitively at the driver and asked him again.
“Don’t postulate to me you don’t have an extra tyre…. No…You must be gravitating towards some gargantuan and highly ferocious insinuations”
At first the driver did not answer, he laid under the car and pretended to be searching for something. The old man continued to erupt in his big vocabularies, sending some of the passengers including Morakinyo into laughter. The old man was offering some form of relief from the tension of the early morning disappointment occasioned by the flat tyre. However, the old man, undaunted continued his eruption of big English.
“This is tantamount to a rape of trust, an abdication of responsibility and a failure of amicably accentuated contractual agreement!!!”
Again, the other passengers’ burst into laughter while hailing the old man.
“You see, that is why I am completely disenchanted with this geographical entity called Nigeria. In sane climes, this hocus pocus cannot but be taken as an aberration of the highest order, a concomitant johijojivar and a sadistic emasculation of the inalienable, protected and sovereign rights of passengers” The laughter continued and took a louder dimension.
After what seemed to be like ages, the driver crawled out from under the 504 Station Wagon and announced remorsefully and apologized that the extra tyre was missing. According to him, the extra tyre was intact when he took the care for some services at the mechanic workshop, the previous day. He claimed the mechanic or one of his boys must be playing some pranks.
When asked for the solution, he pleaded that he be allowed to cross to the other side of the road and wave any vehicle coming from the opposite direction so he could send for another vehicle to come from the park and continue the journey with the stranded passengers while he sorts himself out.
“You see, that is the odyssey of life…The dilemma of mankind. This homo sapiens knows we are completely at his mercy and have been coaxed and bamboozled by the complete bugaboo of his perfidious and repugnant actions. This is completely insalubrious and odoriferous, highly lugubrious and leading us to a sardonic conundrum” The old man continued again.
The other passengers apart from Morakinyo started walking away from the old man. Apparently, he appeared to be the only one who could make some little sense out of what the man was saying. Even as a PhD holder and a former Senior Lecturer, Morakinyo struggled to put together few pieces of information from the speech of the old man.
“I don’t blame him, if not for the economy of this geographical entity called Nigeria that is in a precarious sentenza, why should I find myself in this malodorous mobile coffin called an automobile” The old man seem to be enjoying the attention Morakinyo had given him, so he continued the intensity of his bitter outpour against the driver and the government of the day.
“This country is on a precipice of apocalyptic crepuscule, caused by the braggadocious, megalomaniac, khakistocratic leaders in power. What an anathematous disdain of the citizenry! What a depreciable descent from the sublime to the ridiculous! Who will curb the odoriferous excesses of
this Machiavellian and mephistophelean cabal in the Confederation? The combination of General Buhari and General Babangida have ceaselessly fueled these vagabonds in power whose primus and sadistic purpose has philistinic anchorage in a depreciably mindless crave for vacuous hedonism and ingratiating political megalomania”
“Yes, you are very correct Sir” Morakinyo managed to say something, unsure if his response makes any sense or not.
Although he knew the man was sad and disappointed in the recent turn of events in the country following the introduction of the Structural Adjustment Programme and the devaluation of the naira; he could not fully understand the entire content what the old man was saying.
From the discussion he managed to have with him, the old man was a retired Principal of a Secondary School in Abeokuta who studied Latin and Classics. He was schooled in Edinburgh and had lived most of his adult life in London before he returned to Nigeria after independence to head a mission school. His first major grouse was with the military government of Murtala and Obasanjo whom he accused of the policy of indigenisation which saw schools taken from missionaries and handed over to the government. He predicted a fall of the educational system and opined that the standard of education will be messed up terribly in the next ten years.
Soon, the driver returned and gleefully announced that he had located a fellow driver coming from Oyo and had begged him to ask the authorities of the Ojoo Motor Park to release an empty car to meet up with them at Moniya. He promised the rescue vehicle will join them in less than fifteen minutes.
The spare vehicle did come, but not in fifteen minutes. The passenger had waited another thirty minutes before the vehicle came at around 9:45am. They had lost over one hour.
“Imagine, one hour fifteen minutes wasted because a mendacious automobile operator who is audacious and recumbently refused to act with alacrity but rather obfuscated and led us to this avoidable quagmire. This for me is the terminus of this ill-fated journey…Return me to Ibadan!!! I go to Shaki no more!!!” The old man said with finality as he sat in the front of the new vehicle.
At first, Morakinyo and the other passengers thought the old man was joking, however after almost ten minutes of pleading, it became glaring the old man was dead serious.
“We had a contractual consensus! A voyage from Ibadan to Shaki…That has been subjugated to miasmic and horrendous egregious manipulation from you being a major party to that sanctimonious treatise…I am not interested in proceeding on this ill-fated journey, having lost faith in all automobile species from your God-forsaken auto park !!!” The old man erupted again.
After another round of pleading and the old man remaining adamant, Morakinyo and the other passengers resorted to fate and agreed the old man be returned to Ibadan before they can continue the journey to Shaki. Uneasy silence reigned as the car returned to Ojoo Motor Park where the passengers were first picked.
“If not for the age of this old man, we would ask the driver to drop him at Moniya. He could as well trek from there to Ibadan” One of the passengers at the rear end of the car said under her breath. She spoke vernacular. The old man turned back and looked towards the direction of the woman who spoke and squeezed his face at her.
“Woman…take this as your last warning…and don’t transform yourself into a termagant in order to avoid a ferocious masculine reaction from me” The man said, his aged eyes bulging out of his ringed spectacles as he spoke.
“Sir, don’t mind her Sir. She wasn’t intending to malign you Sir. How could she do that to a highly respectable man like you” Morakinyo quickly stepped in to douse the tension the old man was already creating in the vehicle. They had just entered Shasha and the vehicle was cruising gradually back to Ojoo.
The old man turned back again, now towards Morakinyo and shook his fists at him and spoke. “Young man, I will not subscribe to that polemic encomium and panegyric adulation being showered on my personality!!!”
“Haaa!!!” The woman almost screamed. Another nasty look from the old man sent her into quietness again.
As the vehicle squeezed its way into the ever busy Ojoo Motor park, the passengers heaved a sigh of relief.
“Shaki kan ti o l’eru!!!” (A Shaki-bound passenger with no load!)
The driver shouted as he put the car to a halt and came down hurriedly. He briefly consulted with the driver of the next car on the line for Shaki. A lone passenger was already waiting in the vehicle. After some discussions with the park leaders, the lone passenger was requested to join the vehicle with Morakinyo and others. Morakinyo had taken over the front seat as soon as the old man alighted, picked his bag and walked away. The lone passenger form the empty car joined the ready-to move car and sat where Morakinyo had alighted from.
The lone passenger, a woman immediately greeted everyone in the car. Morakinyo, who sat in the front, merely waved back without looking in her direction. She noticed the weariness in the face of almost everyone, so she asked questions. The woman who had infuriated the old woman was the first to offer information about what transpired in the last one and half hours. She wondered why an old man would be that silly and saucy.
“Only God knows how his children will be coping with him?” The lousy woman asked.
“Children? If he has children at all, they would have run away from him. His wife or wives will abandon him and go to stay with their children hiding under the guise of “Omugwo” A male passenger said.
“Men like that end up dying lonely and bitter…imagine how he wasted our precious time after the silly driver had done his own…Very inconsiderate old man. I wish I don’t meet him again in my life…and he was speaking big big grammars…As if big grammars bring money” Another male passenger lent his opinion.
“In all situations, let us thank God. Who knows what tragedy God used that situation to deliver all of us from. God works in mysterious ways, His wonders too difficult for us to understand. All things work together for good!!! God allows what we hate to accomplish what He loves. And what does God love? For people to enter into relationship with Himself and become more like Him” The lone passenger had started a preaching session.
“Today I have the most wonderful news for everyone in this car, I assure you that in all the things that have happened to you in the past, and also that are happening to you today, and even in what will happen to you in the future, God has been working, and God is working now, and God will be working in everything for your present and eternal good” The woman’s voice rang out in the silent vehicle as it sped past Moniya and continued towards Akinyele, en route Oyo.
Morakinyo, listened attentively as the woman spoke. Something in the woman’s voice sounded familiar. He had a feeling he had heard the voice before. He had not turned to look at the woman since she joined them in the car.
“Our journey today is God-ordained. I believe God wants me to be in this car so that someone can hear the word of life and come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. That is why the old man made way for me”
‘This voice is familiar…!’ Morakinyo said to himself again as the woman continued to share the word of God with everyone in the car. ‘This voice is familiar…!’
“Let me tell you a story to confirm that God works in all situations to bring out what He wants…The best for His own” The woman continued.
“A young boy lived in a village with his parents and siblings, but it was a polygamous family. One day, his half-brothers conspired against him, caught him and sold him into slavery. In the land where he was sold into slavery, he worked hard and had the priviledge of working with one of the highest chiefs of the land and right hand man of the King”
As the woman continued speaking, Morakinyo began to pray in his heart for the ministration. He knew the story the woman was trying to paint.
“Attracted by his handsome looks, the chief’s wife desired to be intimate with him. To her surprise, the young boy continuously refused. One day, when no one was home other than the two of them, the mistress grasped his clothes demanding that he consent. Thinking quickly, he slid out of his clothes and ran outside” The woman continued her story as all the passengers and the driver listened with rapt attention.
“But Chief’s wife turned the tables on him, telling her husband that it was the boy who had tried to entice her. The angry master reacted by sending him to prison”
“Heeeeh!!!! Womeeeen…Women are devils!!!” One of the men in the car said sarcastically.
“Oga stop saying that O!!! Men are bigger devils us…Lets not start something here ooo!!! I know what am saying” The lousy woman retorted almost shouting.
“Please allow us to enjoy the story now…you two can start your own stories after we have all departed at Shaki. Madam please continue jareh!” The driver spoke for the first time since the car left Ojoo motor Park.
“Thank you Sir. Let me continue the story” The woman smiled and continued. “In the prison, the boy continued working hard and very soon the warden appointed him as his right-hand man. Right in the prison, he met another highly placed official of the King who eventually introduced him to the King based on his good characters and skills” There were sighs from the passengers when the story got to that point.
“Impressed by the boy’s wisdom and skill, the King appointed him as his second in command. Not long after, his siblings who sold him to slavery sought help from the Vice King, not knowing that he was their very own brother. Had they not sold him into slavery, he would not have become Vice King in another, land, but thank God that his brother hated him and God allowed all things to work together for good for him…because he loved God and walked according to His plans. That is the end of my story…If we allow God to have His way in our lives, we stand the chance of having all things work for our good…”
Morakinyo could not stand it again, he was completely convinced now that the woman he was hearing her voice was not only familiar but someone very close to her. He turned from his seat in the front beside the driver and looked directly at the woman’s face for the first time since she joined them at the Ojoo Park.
Seated comfortably and preaching confidently on the middle seat close to the right window and directly behind him was Mrs. Aarinola Paseda, Secretary to the Head, Department of Engineering Physics, University of Ibadan!!!