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MUSTARD III – Ch. 26 (FINALE) | KT OLLA

JOSHUA Morrow saw what his foster kids did, and it hurt him a lot.

He had thought he’d got children in his nephews and nieces, so he had loved them. But there they were drawing the line.

It was thin line, yet thick.

But then Bamiji went on raising them all. Only, he knew whose children they were.

They weren’t his.

So, when the males among Dekomi’s kids drew thick lines between them and their uncle, Bamiji felt so betrayed.

It was payback that hit home. But God was planning good.

No, this thing wrecked Joshua to pieces. He faced himself and saw failure.

Those children were like the home he was building. And now they were crumbling like sand castles.

No, he didn’t see future... just failure.

For the first time in plenty years, the fact that Banji had nobody fazed him hard.

But he knew nothing about God. That He could bring something out of nothing... like He alone can do.

So, Banji sank several times in the squalors of that moment.

He felt sad, lonely. So he drank even more and smoked.

He parked his car, then dropped in drainage each night he drank out.

And God pitied.

So, a day came when Morrow came to himself and promised to change.

So he stopped going out in the evenings to drink. He stayed home and drank a few tumblers.

But soon he bought crates of beer and turned his house a bar.

Then, he felt helpless.

You were a scout in your training days, uh-huh. Discipline is your watchword. Discipline’s what a scout lives by, right?

So why, Banji? Why can’t you end this once and for all?

‘Be prepared!’ That’s a scout’s best line. So upon your honour, do something… do something!!

Well, Mr Morrow was quite the noble man, disciplined and reverent in word and deed.

He wouldn’t hurt strangers, nor stab friends in the back...

They wouldn’t buy his conscience either.

Now he went through life on just good deeds. And was Christian without following Christ.

But then the Lord was calling him; for He liked to show him how... how to live the Christ life.

So, Morrow got up that day and kept all the beer crates beneath bed. Then he vowed never to climb down.

He stuffed his fridge with soft drinks, burnt his cigarette packs; and each time his cravings returned, he ran to his cold drinks...

His bottles of water and juice.

That day, at the dusk of a decade, the God of Heaven looked down.

He watched a soul struggle for honour, and knew he strove for rightness.

So, Heaven reached down, pulled him out; and placed a future on the way.

Here was J. Morrow, 1979.

To Be Continued.

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