Dear Son of Man,
I know you are quite perturbed by my aloofness in the past few years. This is not unconnected with the turmoil pervading the world in recent times. I must apologize for not keeping you up to date with world tidings. As the world turns, we oscillate between our local predicaments and the magnitude of effects of foreign wrangling. Henceforth, I promise to keep in touch more regularly than before. Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN by Adeyemi Adeojo Hannibal
Starting from this week, I will be sharing some short stories with you: Compelling and motivational personal experiences.
Having completed my internship, I was posted to Ifesowapo for my mandatory one- year National Youth Service. It is a bubbly village with lively people. I had opted to serve in the deepest of the hinterland so as to offer myself for service in the true sense of it; and since the people of Ifesowapo hardly get a Youth ‘Corper’ to serve in their domain, I was welcomed into their midst like a Royal. In fact, I was given a room in the King’s cottage; of course, at no cost and with other benefits.
As time went by, the people of Ifesowapo became more and more relaxed with me and vice versa. The King would sometimes invite me for a chat with him. On this particular day, the king called me into his inner chamber as usual, but this time he wanted to share a secret with me.
“My son, Prince Omogoriola, lives in the city with his wife and kids.” The king started out. “But before he left this town, he had put one of our maids in the family way. In fact, that was one reason his journey to the city was fast- tracked, as it is a shameful thing for the royals to share intimacy with the dregs”. Continue reading #PAUSIBILITY: THE ZIP CODE by Adebayo Coker