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MUSTARD II – Ch. 17 | KT OLLA

NINETEEN-TWENTY passed, then Twenty-One. The Rains, the Break, the Dry, and Harmattan. Those times passed and returned like the waves of sea.

In that little time, the gentleman of dreams had flourished again. He’d prospered in both cash and kind, gleaning them from his farmland.

He got people to work on some of the cropland. Then he leased out the other farm ground.

So, the old ambitious one grew quite tall in those years, as tall and proud as his dreams. Only, his house hadn’t grown beyond him, as he couldn’t have a child with his wife.

The ageing man had thought that the issue was with him. That he was too old to father a baby.

But it appeared that this wasn’t the case, as the elder soon peered in tomorrow and saw it dazzling with promise.

Now Morrow caught this small glimpse of future at his local church. The only one then which the British founded.

He heard a story that changed his life. A story about Abraham the Father of faith. It was the first time he was learning this.

Morrow listened in the small building that was the town’s parish, as someone from the bishop’s place in Oshogbo helped the vicar interpret.

That person was an early convert to Christianity and a Yoruba speaker who also understood English.

So, the elder heard the story in his native language.

Yes, Morrow learned about how the Almighty God called a man from a people of idol worship...

Then, changed his name from Abram, or Respected Father, to the Father of a Multitude—Abraham. Even when he’d got no seed to keep his name.

So, this man felt awed by God’s promise to Abraham. How the good word came true too, so that he became the father of many nations.

Still the old gentleman couldn’t grab everything the preacher said. But that story stirred his heart as he caught hope in what looked like his life. He caught a glimpse of glory, too.

So, it happened that this ex-soldier had cause to smile again; as Oki his wife took in, say in 1922.

Then after nine months they welcomed a child. He was a boy, so they named him special.

The family of Morrow named their bouncing kid, Abraham.

They called him Abraham Dekomi the Son of Morrow. It was their way of saying amen for a promise child.

But there was yet one son coming.

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