Demolition
Demolition
A silent demolition is going on.
When I was about 8 years old, I walked from Akarabata Line 2 to Iremo in Ile Ife, a distance of about three miles, every morning, at dawn. I was attending a private coaching class that started at 6 am, two hours before formal classes began at 8 am.
My mother unfailingly woke me up at about 4:30 am, prayed with me, read some Bible passages, bathed me, and gave me some money to buy breakfast and lunch when I got to school later in t…
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