The Beginnig:
Plain
words were insufficient to describe the visitors that came to see Mr Abimbola
Lateef in his house at a time when heads were supposed to be resting. Mr
Lateef, though still awake with his family, all
seated in the living room was not expecting anybody as it was almost nine
pm. His wife, Mrs Felicia and his daughter, Seun, not to talk of Kola his
little boy weren’t the type that had many friends. Most visitors often came to
see him. But, he couldn’t fathom out who the men at the door were.
Ordinarily,
by eight pm, Mr Lateef and his family would be in bed. But that day was
different because he had promised his children a story before bed time. He was
at the climax of the story when the knock welcomed distraction.
Seun and
her parents with his younger brother were the only occupant of the house. Mr
Lateef was a palmwine tapper and a well known distributor of the local wine.
The local drink was his main source of income. The palm product was gladly
cherished by young and old men, in their community, popularly known as Ijebu.
Seun and her brother, Kola had lived in that community from birth. And, they
hadn’t visited any other place aside their village where they carried out their
activity.
