NOW with Bamiji married, the old man waited and hoped for everything marriage has got to offer. The love, the peace, the kids. He wanted all of these.
So he hoped and prayed. Then soon enough Joshua’s wife took in and the couple felt joy.
This seemed to be the end of the waiting. Like Bamiji finally got all he wanted from life. But then all hell broke loose for the coming child.
For the old man wasn’t just making a family. He was completing one.
He was completing a dream.
Now a morning came and some ill winds blew. It blew in the direction of the Morrows...
For they lost their baby before it fully formed. And this wrecked the school teacher.
Each time that Banji asked what happened, Grace would say she felt some strange presence by her.
That when she checked to see who it was, standing by her bedside, she sighted fear.
Then suddenly she felt blood, and there, miscarried.
Well, the Christian couple could tell from that experience that this was an attack, a spiritual one. So they prayed more and fasted on top it.
Banji started to ask real questions. He pondered why anybody would want him ruined...
Why someone, or anyone, in the world would loathe him this much.
He was 60 that year, and then it had taken this long to expect his first child.
He had been thrilled beyond words; for this was pure miracle.
Yes, the man had concluded he couldn’t father a kid. Then he’d grown disinterested in women.
But then he’d seen the story of his father Moro; and his was quite similar.
So, he found hope, but now there was this. A full miscarriage.
Bamiji was sad.
Well, he had wronged no man, he would say. And no, he didn’t hurt a soul, but had no family till 60.
Then he didn’t hurt nobody, but everyone’s load became his.
Now that was life playing out. No, not life—or life could mean hell.
But that was hate. Just pure hate.
But see, life went on and the Morrows became expectant again. Grace became pregnant, and her man was ready to do anything.
He’d stay awake, stay on guard. Pray harder and check up on her.
He’d do all the house chores so this one would stay. (He had made his relatives leave.)
So the Morrows were expectant again by November in ’85.
But then the ghostly occurrence replayed, and they lost the baby.
This thing weighed quite much on the old school teacher.
He wanted to peer again into future and expect some new joy.
He wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow.
But now, he felt exhausted.
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