Immediately Iya Ibadan delivered her homily on: “The GOD WHO sees but cannot be seen”, I was never myself again. The message was too strong for my fragile conscience. Her messages , usually coded and garnished with fables, were like a javelin in the heart of the lion . It was strange that despite my rascality and annoying tantrums for …

Iya Ibadan had not gone to Alagomeji in the last three years. Neither had Baba Alogemeji visited Surulere in the last one year. He was so called because he stayed in Akinwunmi street, somewhere in Alagomeji. Both mother and son were senior citizens. They hardly went out. So, how did Baba Alagomeji get to know that “awọn ọmọ Fausa fe …