Ikorodu. In fact without any argument, I jumped at the offer
immediately.
I was later told that there was a vehicle that shuttles the Ikorodu
Transmitters everyday and that, that day, it was to arrive at 12 noon.
I had been there by 8am in the morning so, I had to leave my
luggage and rush down home, to inform them that, getting an
apartment will no longer be necessary, that God has actually done it
as earlier predicted (It is better to trust in the Lord – Ps 1 18:8-9),
that I am going to Ikorodu.
At Ikorodu, I was received by the man in-charge and was shown to
a three bedroom apartment furnished with enough house furniture
and kitchen utensils to get me started and going. After about two
weeks work, my name was quick to be included on the roster to
work as a regular staff and at certain times, apart from standing in
for other regular staff for their shift, I have had course to be left
alone to man the entire TV transmitters when the staff were on
strike doing skeletal works.
I was at this station one day, running night shift, when the news of
my uncle's sickness was brought to me by my junior brother. The
family all stood to take care of him; he was taken up and down,
even to the village in search of healing, but all to no avail. There
was a prophecy at a time that even if a drum is filled with herbal
concoction and he is dipped into it or a whole cow is buried alive;
he will not survive, unless he is taken to the church. But because the
family was so fetish inclined, except my mother, they failed to
listen. My mother was even accused openly that she wanted to kill
him because she took him to the Church and they (the family) were
not able to perform their will on him.
When the pressure and the attack was becoming too severe on my
mother as they were more than her, she had to let go when it looked
like he was getting better, and he went back home. The sickness
soon relapsed and he was to be transferred to our village eventually
(a great mistake).At a time, a drop of one of the concoction also known as the locally
prepared medicine, that was being administered on him and was
claimed to be gotten from Supare (a town in Ondo State) fell on my
mother's cloth while she was trying to prevent its use and that spot
got turned, just like an acid will react. His condition grew worse
and the State Hospital Doctors' (in my village) advised he be
transferred to LUTH. He eventually died after some struggle to
survive at Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH). He lost
the battle.While on his sick bed, he realized some of the things he had done in
error and made a pledge that when he recovered, he would perform
his responsibilities, and make up for the lost love and sound
relationship that had been long lost within the family circle. For the
cruelty of death, he was unable to live up to his promises. Death
could not allow him to live up to his new found dreams.Post mortem could not be performed on him, simply because all his
internal organs had ruptured. The side effects of the acid he had
earlier been fed with.During my service, my fiancée relocated to Lagos from Akure to
take up a job at a Fast food outfit. She was my confidant and
support all through, not abandoning me. She stood as a mother and
sister to me. He who finds a wife finds a good thing – Prov. 18:22
and Prov. 19:14.