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MUSTARD III – Ch. 9 | KT OLLA

THESE were the late 1940’s through ’51. Joshua Morrow took a job to save funds for Olivet, while the Abra’ms had a new baby.

Their father’s ground was fast reviving, as he’d fallowed some lots for long. So he was breaking up some ground and planting crops.

Now the school leaver of 20-something took his brief job with the surname Moro.

He’d written his name as Banji Moro in the standard grade school, as he hadn’t known how his dad took the name.

Yes, Banji was the first to pen this name after Morrow redeemed it. But he wrote it as anyone else would have.

So, in those few years of the job, Joshua Moro summed things up and concluded he could launch out then.

That he could reach for his goal, the school dubbed ‘Olivet High’ – banking on his savings and the farms.

Well, if these savings won’t do much, I can send to Father for help.

And, definitely, his farmland won’t go dying out again in small time.

It can only get better from here.

So, armed with this thought, the young Morrow enrolled for High School.

It was to the prestigious college, Olivet High School.

Now the twenty-some took this path, this new path, with a new name.

He’d been the first to pen his father’s name in ink, and had spelled it wrong.

Now he set out to future. He enrolled as Joshua ’Banji Morrow.

But that was school.

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