Why They Die

“Soon, a man raised an alarm outside. He was apparently his creditor. He had run out of patience and decided to check him up at the church, knowing he would surely find him there on a Sunday morning.

“I want to see Kayode!” he cried out. That was when everybody got alarmed that there was fire on the mountain; this person that had the audacity to call him ‘Kayode’ in church instead of the usual ‘Daddy’ must be up to something.

“Just wait here while we inform him sir” an usher pleaded, trying in vain to instill some sanity into the obviously tensed atmosphere.

“I can’t sit here and wait for that good for nothing god forsaken son of a bitch. He does not deserve my patience anymore. Do you know how long he has been dribbling me? He must pay my money today!” the man rattled like a rattlesnake….

I am determined to tell it all. I shall unveil the cause of death. I shall reveal her secret arrows. I shall uncover her nakedness till the world is astir and wary of her whims and caprices.”

This is the second epistle of St. Onesimus in print; a fatherly address to the son and by extension to all the worthy sons of the African continent. It is full of sagacious tales; arcane lessons and real life situations that would ignite some winning wisdom with which one could go through life and see good days. Happy reading! Read more