EVERYTHING that happened and made Banji take on Abraham’s kids – everything was within earshot. Dekomi’s earshot.
Well, Dekomi was gone and his oldest one was there. He caught on fast.
The gentleman knew the cold rebuff that was served his mama. It hurt him more to watch her try.
He hated that his mother liked his uncle. Then he hated that Banji didn’t look her way.
He wanted him to respond, be her new man. No, stand up as their old man and care for them.
Or better, not snub her mama like that.
Well, he hadn’t wished that the man was their father. But then again he asked, ‘What if...?’
Then, Banji took them up and ensured they rose high. The first son was about 30 years. So he sent him to university.
The younger one had written their surname in the way his uncle spelt it. He did that during grammar school.
Yes, he had looked up to his uncle like to his own father. But now, he thought about this mess and hated everything.
So, for his mother’s sake, he hated the man.
He hated the fact that Banji lived and his father died. He wished that all what this man was, were their father.
He wished Banji was Abraham and Abraham was Joshua.
That Banji was the one down on weak limbs, quite unable to attend school...
That Abraham his father was the dream child.
Now when this gentleman applied to university, he thought to draw the line.
He spelt his surname different and led his siblings to do this.
They started to write ‘Moro’; and Joshua kept quiet.
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