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28b, how can I ever forget you? Was it not in you I spent childhood?
I can still remember the adults drinking lager when I was a toddler. Mind you, it would be after the day’s work.
Olori or Baba or Baba Wa was so generous. He never discriminated. I can remember Luke, the Igbo who had a bakery on Lawanson Street.
When the civil war started, he entrusted his business to Baba and fled home with his family. About 3 years later when the war was petering out, Luke sent one of his elder sons from the east.
Olori slaughtered a ram, had the meat roasted and prepared delicacies which he promptly sent to Luke. When Luke returned, he continued with his business as if nothing had happened.
28b was a Mecca of sorts for newcomers.
There was a day my school sandals were not good enough to be worn. Baba simply went to bring out a pair of his own shoes,and, off to school i went!
I still remember the bag of gari that was ever there in the passage. It was for all comers, even tenants.
He also had an informal court. That was where most quarrels were settled. They could either be squabbles between those living in the house or those living outside.
Baba was a man of peace!
Baba spoke with his exemplary behavior. May the good Lord let us be good examples to our children!
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