CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

A storm, in many ways, can bring about so many things, anguish, suffering, loss and many more. But no matter how long it lasts it could only remain for a period of time before the tides settle into gentle waves and the clouds slowly give way to the shining golden rays of the sun.

Seun had his time and it was beginning to come to an end, his tides would slowly but surely settle into gentle waves.

Ezekiel sat in his car, trying to connect all the dots and fully understand all what the ‘strange old lady’ had told him before he stormed off.

‘Could Seun really be… no.’

Even though Ezekiel had little trust for both Shola and Seun, he had never thought of what was next after he had some proof. Now that he had something that seemed to be evidence enough, he didn't know what to do. He wasn't even sure if he was believing it.

“No… I need to be sure.” He clunked the door open upon seeing the woman walking away to her van. “Ma! Excuse me ma…”