It was offering time. “Thank God service will be over soon” I thought. Everyone had packaged their 10 naira or 20 naira. The rich ones packaged 50naira and the very rich ones 100 naira or so I thought. After service, everyone located his/her own committee of friends. The loners marched to the dinning and the I-don’t-eat-dinning food ajebutters went straight to the hostel. I looked around for my three musketeers and sighted
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