CHAPTER 18
Baba rarely went anywhere anymore. When night came he would come inside from the front balcony of his house to sit in a chair in his sitting room, and in front of the television. Often there was no electricity, but he would nevertheless just sit and stare at the grey screen of the television. This had become his night routine. The room was large and airy and the flickering kerosene lamps gave it a soft cosiness and therefore having electricity or not, didn’t matter so much.
Baba’s wife, Bejide was downstairs in the kitchen; making supper for the entire family .Ajoke was with her, helping out; popping in every few minutes to have short, cordial conversations with Yomi as he waited together with Baba Lamidi for supper to arrive. Yomi thought, He’d never so much been in love with
