As he walked through the quiet street on his way to the post office, Mrs. Amadou’s words rang in his ears. “You were meant to serve God as the apostle Paul did. Marriage wasn’t for him and it isn’t for you.” She said that to him after she rightly concluded that he was in love with her grand-daughter, Ede.
Sadness etched his features. If life had turned out differently, Ede and he would be married.
He reached the post office and after dropping Ede’s birthday card through the slot, he went inside the Pharmacy. “Hello, Mrs. O’Grady.”
“Hello, Father Desjardins.”