WE CALLED HIM PASTOR...
It was few minutes pass 6:00AM, and everywhere was still dark, however it’s a rule in my family that my mom’s shop must be opened before day break. She believed a serious business person must capture all customers including those who leave early for work or parents who intend to buy beverages for their kids in preparation for the day (school). Her voice could be heard, as her whimpers became loud while their voices were harsh and threatening. It was so early and they knew no crowd would be gathered while they did what they carried on. They kept pushing her and insulting her in Yoruba while I watched with keen interest, trying to understand the drama playing before me. Of course, they were less concerned about me, since I was a teenager who possibly couldn’t understand the language they speak. I was trying to understand why these uncles who carry bible, mention God in everything and organize crusade monthly were manhandling a woman who was visibly hurt, crying and looking older tha...