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            The Largest Digital  Library In Africa Old Phil’s time was up. The next day he would be leaving for the countryside. “I am already dreaming of home. It will be the new start to the life I have always wished to live. It will be a heaven every night. A man is for himself, but God is for us all.” Old Phil was once again seated on the log outside the hut.                 “Yes. You are right.” Nihu was straddled next to him. He nodded. “God is for everyone.” “Even me. Surviving the perils in this Lonely Forest means so much to me. I ought to give gratitude to the one that protects my soul. I do not do it ordinarily. I have to be tough.”           “I expect that of you. God is a tough mogul. We need to be worthy if we hope to find His favor.”           “But which god do you think I’m talking abo...

He secured the door. I followed him to the sitting room where he sank into his favourite seat. “You can make yourself comfortable,” he pointed at the sofa. Without a word, I placed my bag on the sofa and slowly settled down. My eyes travelled round the room. The atmosphere was refreshing. No foul smell, he was organized. Attracted to the books carefully arranged on the shelf. I got up and walked there. I picked one of them and flipped through the pages. It did not look bad. I glanced at him, our eyes met. I said, “I like books. I read a lot.” He nodded almost a million times, and noted, “It’s good to read. What can I offer you?” I placed the book back on the shelf and returned to my seat. I turned to him and our eyes met again. I understand why he is staring at me. He was expecting my response. I sighed deeply and answered, “I am not overly choosy. Give me what you have!” “What if I offer myself?” I chuckled, “That will be asking for too much. Do you have soft drink?” “Sure.”...