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SHORT STORY
 
By Ogbe Adaofuoyi
The sun was beginning to set that particular day. As the erstwhile, blazing hot and harsh sun that illuminated the day earlier, it was snailisly but steadily setting, evening   was   glaringly creeping into the milieu of a   aged day. As the emerging night was becoming distinct, Ahmadu Ubahi took a short, brisk stroll within the vicinity of his compound. As he walked around, he observed the corrugated iron zinc roofs of his place of abode. This made him to sigh. The roof top of his place of abode, required replacements, he told himself. The entire house where he lived, as a matter of fact, required renovation he told himself again.
At length, h...