PART 09

Yes, that's what we call it: prodigal son's or daughter's walk.

Well it is not such a bad one: the anecdote associated with this school joke; which I must say originated from the boys...naturally, but the girls, equally naturally, prefered not to be refered to, or associated with anything that had to do with the returning walk of shame.

PART 08

I had just my mini bag and a suit case on tiny wheels with me, so the comparably short walk from the gates to my lodgings was not excessively laborious or sweaty.

But I wished the taxis were, once more allowed to drive right into the premises, just so that I won't have do the prodigal's daughter's walk down the south lawns that lead to the woman's lodgings.

PART 07

The Unction of the Spirit Christian Academy is an academy set in the serene, sluggish and evergreen outstretches of the midwestern city of Benin. Evergreen, that is , until the harsh heat of the harmattan sun turns up.

And this particular season was outright high-blazing December heat, seething out temperatures as high as 33 degrees celsuis. Such that my surroundings was more brown and burn out than the evergreen, an otherwise wet season would allow.

PART 06

But I appreciated Bewin as a confidant. He was my closest friend in the Academy. I would make up excuses for him whenever he failed to show up for his assignments.

And as it turned out, he made far less excuses for me than I did for him, solely because he had to work off the pressure of the Academy fees and his bills, while striving to get a theology degree.

PART 05

I did say my prayers, attended my sermons and read my scriptures but I was what you might call a baby - believer in the kingdom....the garthering of christians that is.

The faith to Bewin was a matter of survival - his favourite philosophy was you have to be willing to pray because there has to be a better way.

Sometimes I think Bewin is a bit too mysterious for me to comprehend. I think he is too spiritual to be appreciated as a normal person.

PART 04

I can recall a certain time well into a period Bewin and I were known to be very likely companions - very likely because my belief in religion were synonymous with Bewin's belief in life.

For Bewin, Christianity was a way of life but for me I had not yet encountered closely enough an epiphany or a touch of God, to take the faith seriously enough.

PART 03

I do see the point in beginning at the time I first met Bewin but I won't. This story is a little more about a few others besides Bewin....than it is about Bewin himself, even though the title says otherwise.

Feel really free and pull up a chair.


I would begin somewhere at the point I last saw Bewin - before the reunion that is.

PART 02

Bewin had witnessed the death of someone and he was on the run. Actually he told me it was an accident, but he had paid someone about a thousand pounds to smuggle him out of the country. That was about six months ago. He never told me who died.


Even now, I am still unable to get through to him - through to his psyche about facing up to what happened in the past. But Bewin is mine - I was not about to let him down or give up on him.

PART 01

Nadia narratting:
Okay first of all, lets assume his name is not Bewin. Let's assume he is not half caucasian and half negro. Let's assume his father was not a military man serving in covert operations, west of Africa and had not left his mother even before he was born, do you think he would have turned out differently?


These few facts about Bewin's early life were the etchings of his character. But what tended to be confusing about him was that inspite of his survivor's attitude to life, Bewin was a spiritualist. And I mean that in the best possible way I know - a christian spiritualist.