MORROW found himself waiting each morning for the group of friends to come round. To use the way through his place and walk past.
He’d seen someone refresh his spirit like she was his angel. The way she talked to him, smiled at him, and liked him.
He wanted to have a young friend like her. Who he could talk to on matters that irked him.
He didn’t need her to give answer to all his weighty matters. He just wanted to talk to someone.
Still, he realised that each time he saw Oki, he forgot everything about the burdens. Like those weights hadn’t mattered.
So Morrow looked forward to seeing the girl. And truly, the young one passed his place with fewer friends. It was for a few weeks.
They would pass and Oki would wave at him, smiling. Yes, she hailed brightly it stopped to matter she didn’t kowtow.
For she was meant to bend the knee to greet an elder. But Morrow was her hero.
Therefore, a morning came and her girlfriends weren’t in her train. She was the only one passing.
So Oki stopped by the house. The elder was sitting out in his veranda as the cute one joined, and made walls their seat.
Thus, weeks rolled into months and the fine pair still met to talk...
At times, Morrow would travel to farm; yet he did always tell his friend when he’d be back.
Now they grew on each other, sharing the same worldview. Yet Morrow didn’t touch her, nor did Oki move in with him.
So they talked like they were more. Like they were meant for more.
Oki adored her man that he didn’t use her. Morrow said he was a Christian, and told her how he got to be one.
The lady didn’t understand him, yet she joined him when he prayed. She said she would practice his religion.
Morrow knew nothing beyond the basics of being Christian. So he did fear God and hate evil. He put faith in no idol but God. He learnt to ask things in Jesus Christ’s name.
In those years, there was just one church in Ede. And so, solemn matters as divorce and remarriage were fairly complex.
Yet fate was guiding a man who knew quite little of faith. No, it was providence he couldn’t stop.
So, by the end of that year, Morrow asked a dainty queen from her father. Then Oki moved in with him to join his great world.
It was Dry Season, 1919.
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