The Meeting. Cont'd
The
goods that a man does will forever follow him, so are his bads. Dotun
remembered the common saying he had heard over and over again. His deeds
in his secondary school days, nay his remedial classes days, are now
hot on his heels. They are torturing him presently. They want to rob hin
of his joy, the only joy he has, Tunrayo!
''But I am a changed man'', he thought to himself. ''Dayo should let me have my peace'', he said aloud. Another voice in his mind told him again that Dayo doesn't know of the change yet.
''What if he knows, will he accept?'' Yet another query.
''Had I known...'' the normal phrase of self reproach rang from his lips.
As he remembered his errors that were once things of pride to him, and which were now threatening the existence of his peace, Dotun never knew when the tears began flowing. Tears of what? Regret?
''But I am a changed man'', he thought to himself. ''Dayo should let me have my peace'', he said aloud. Another voice in his mind told him again that Dayo doesn't know of the change yet.
''What if he knows, will he accept?'' Yet another query.
''Had I known...'' the normal phrase of self reproach rang from his lips.
As he remembered his errors that were once things of pride to him, and which were now threatening the existence of his peace, Dotun never knew when the tears began flowing. Tears of what? Regret?
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