CHAPTER 3: CROSSING Thresholds.
The life Somtoo lead was the predictable one. At the wake of sunrise every morning, his day would have been planned thoroughly and meticulously the night before. And as the sun journeyed across the sky, he would toil all through till dusk, at which point he must have completed at least ninety percent of what he had planned.
It was a life of routine, and the irony was that he followed his routine faithfully, just so that he would escape it. He'd follow strict budget to manage the unreliable ten thousand naira allowance he got monthly, with the aim that by the end of the month, he would have an extra to save up with and perhaps, do something out of routine with, like; go to a movie or take a pretty girl on a cheap date. Yet, for every lunar cycle that passed
