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the black temple by mohmed tukur garba


it was one of those rainy mornings in lagos when it rained lightly for fifteen minutes or so, then stopped and, after a while, started all over again. During the brief intervals of sunshine a cool breeze blew over the island from the Atlantic.

Jennings Follows a Clue





"Shut up all of you," yelled Temple, at the top of his voice. "I'm trying to write a letter!"

"Yes, shut up, chaps," urged Jennings, whose voice had contributed most noise to the uproar. He clicked his tongue at them reprovingly. "How can you expect Bod to concentrate with all this hoo-hah going on? Besides, everyone knows that Oxford is gallons better. Mr Carter went to Oxford and Mr Wilkins went to Cambridge, so that proves all oiks are Cambridge".

"And all ruins are oxford," shouted Venables, and the noise swelled again. "I stick up for Cambridge,  and Lancashire!"

"And I'm Oxford. . . .!!!!" yelled Johnson.

"Shut up!" bawled Temple. In the silence that followed, Darbyshire, who had not previously spoken, could be heard murmuring - "And I'm Oxford-. . "

"Shut up Darbyshire!' shouted the whole room in unison.

"Nobody asked you anyway, " added Venables. " You only say you're Oxford because Jennings does"

"No I dont then," Darbyshire defended himself. "I've got a reason. My brother stuck up for Oxford till his last term at school, and then he had the ghastliest hunk of bad luck"

"Why, what happened?"

"He won a scholarship to Cambridge"

"What filthy, rotten luck!" the Oxford supporters consoled him. "I bet he was fed up".

"He seemed quite pleased actually. Spivish disloyal, I call it!"