BAMIJI toiled on and reaped. He was made Vice of high school principal. But it was briefly. Still, life wanted him first.
Well, the regional government happened to establish more schools, and Banji was made to start those schools.
So, Mr Morrow was transferred away from home to start new modern schools then. They were junior and senior secondary.
He worked for the olden state government of Ọyọ, which owned quite a wider scape then. It, in fact, had within it a widespread district then, called Ọshun.
It was where he called home, and he was carried around that place.
Now Bamiji settled in Ede of Oshun, a township so vast it could make a city. Then, he travelled to work in towns.
Yes, he founded the high schools in those towns as Principal... their first principal, too.
He built structures, enrol’ kids, planted trees...
The seed outlived him.
So then, Morrow got transferred from place to place. For when his seedlings showed promise, the planter was sought to help plant more schools.
So, he prospered in valued notes, as Nigeria’s currency topped deal rates then.
Meanwhile, since ’75 when he turned 50, Jo Morrow had started to build a home. He bought large plots of land in hometown and was building a house.
So, the middle-aged one rented a place adjacent his own lot, as he built a country house.
But then, Joshua had no one to call his. No woman to bear his name.
And God in Heaven bowed down to see.
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