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MUSTARD II – Ch. 23 (FINALE) | KT OLLA

THE coming of the missionaries to Morrow’s house was the start of a great future.

For through their stay in the little compound-house, even Oji and Daleka’s families got converted. Then their grown boys enrolled in the local school.

Yes, it was a huge turnabout that happened there in the houses of three brothers.

First, Oki – now Maria, found joy again in the wake of 1925 while the harmattan season peaked; as she suddenly saw that she’d taken in. She’d been weeks pregnant.

So, time went and turned in circle as it was almost harmattan again. Then life broke the waters to push through.

It was the eighth month in 1925, and a biting cold was the new weather. It was something that marked August in those years.

The Yoruba people called it Ọgìnìtì (with a falling sound on each of the vowels). And weather studies termed it August Break... a period when the rains break’d with cold, with this break being August then.

So, the sub-season went with a keen chill – the keenest to witness all through year.

Now it was August Break, then before it passed a new day broke. For the promised child came for Morrow and Maria.

They named their new born son Joshua. They called him Joshua Bamiji Morrow.

So, in the course of time, this promise kid went on to be the first in Ede to attend college. And the first University graduate there, in the 1960’s.

Even still, there was much more breakthroughs that greeted the house of three brothers – since God’s messengers lodged with them.

For Oji’s grandkids went on to become professors and medical doctors.

Still Daleka’s house wasn’t left out, as the change from that visit went round. Yes, his only son grew to teach in schools and married a seasoned teacher, too.

Now this was a mere glint of the grace that grazed their world, this house of three brothers.

For those career peaks were only a trace of the depths of favour poured on their seed. As it felt like time hadn’t forgotten that they sheltered God’s angels.

Even so, the man called Future had his own path looking rough. For while his brothers’ seed yielded harvests, his was just being sown.

Yet his ground looked either too hard or too loose to grow seed. Like dust on some parched desert hill.

But it was 1925 when Joshua Morrow came, and the man named Future was in that future.

For Joshua was born to scale the name through heights. He was born to lead it to promise.

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