NOW Banji moved to Ede and got transferred at work to that town. He was 50 at that time when Abraham died and he went home.
Then time crawled from 1975 – 9. In those passing years, people grew a little more, and youngsters matured.
The many children of Abraham grew in their 30, 20s and teen...
And Bamiji grew into a father, the father of them all.
Now among Banji’s precious things had been that wooden piece he got himself several years before. His piano.
The man had given a thought on how best to move that chunk home, but he hadn’t found a way.
He’d got a new car – those old days when the teaching career paid well. Then he changed it after an accident.
Now all he’d got to move precious things were his saloon car, and a pickup. (The lorries then carried logs.)
So then, Banji sold off that treasure, his piano. The thing was “heavy duty”—quote ’n’ unquote.
Then he moved back home.
The man took up new responsibility. He put his brother’s kids through schooling, paying through their education.
He was school head, so he used his fat pay for the kids’ studies.
They went from primary schools to secondary; and then some, tertiary.
Joshua led them all through school.
‘They are my children,’ he would say. ‘And they must excel!’
But then those days, his sisters happened to lose their men. For both their husbands died early, so it happened they went back home.
Well, these women had raised their own kids, and they left with full custody of them.
Banji’s sisters preferred to stay unmarried. So their brother took in their kids, too; and sent them through school.
He felt responsible to train them.
This way, Jo nursed Abraham’s seed, and they call him Father.
He trained all Morrow’s grandkids... Abraham, Comfort and Sarah’s children; for he couldn’t marry.
Now Joshua wasn’t afraid to wed. But then he was.
He often called a class teacher to his office as the head of school. Always a dashing female.
He would intend to have a chat and plan to ask her out. But he’d find himself asking lesson notes once the pretty one stepped in.
And no, he wasn’t stuck. (Maybe not!)
Well, he’d go again, and yet again; then move to some other lady.
Still he’d just be drenched in ice cold shiver once the girl showed up.
No, he wasn’t knocked out by beauty—like he wasn’t the man.
He saw fear, felt fear... unless he wasn’t loving them.
Now Banji was able to see several women, so far he wouldn’t settle down with one.
So, he found nobody to call home.
Well, Morrow had little concern for his single status. As far as he still had his brother’s kids as his.
The school teacher didn’t mind not having his own kids, so far his nephews and nieces grew on well.
Yes, those relatives lived with him in town; but then the nephews stayed nephews; nieces, so...
And ‘Uncle’ never turned ‘Dad’.
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