Chapter Thirteen

He knocked gently on the door, and it was immediately opened as if they had been waiting for him to show up.

Without bothering to respond to the greetings given to him, he rushed to the bed his father laid on, receiving IV drip, wearing nothing but shorts and breathing heavily.

Chief Alade's face welcomed a broad smile on seeing his only offspring, Tade, walk into his hotel room where he was receiving treatment.

“You’re finally here,” He said, acknowledging his presence.

Tade went over to his bed and touched his head and neck to measure his temperature. His temperature seemed to be normal, so, Tade guessed the issue was not all that serious.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, pulling a chair to his side.

“I’m feeling better, since I’ve seen you, but have you forgotten your manners?” His father responded, while throwing a question back at him.

Tade prostrated on the floor, the cultural way for men to greet their elders in the Yoruba culture.