ADEJARE

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Uncle Bola was a small man. With his clean shaven jaw and baby face that always housed a smile, he was often mistook for a young boy. But he was not young at all. He was in his early fifties and had a family which consisted of three grown up daughters, of which, one of them was married. He was an easy going man who was loved by everyone in the village. He also happened to be my uncle. And like baba,  he shared the same  dislike for the white folk.  So,  when baba told me it was he who directed 'green eyes' to our house, I decided to confront him.  Of course, baba would not have allowed me confront his brother on the matter. But, I needed to understand why he had done what he did.  The next morning, after baba left for his farm at the far end of the village,  I dressed up and left for Uncle Bola's house.  Unlik