Stories that touch (part 1)

Prologue 
This story happened a long time ago, It's a story about cageyness, caution, moderation, patience and perhaps prudence.
Once upon a time, probably in the time of Olugbon and Aresa, there lived a great hunter named Soun Adamu in a relatively peaceful estate named Binukonu.
Soun Adamu enjoyed hunting expedition and was well loved by all the citizens of Binukonu until he started listening to  the whispers of Esu laalu.

 Hmm... Esu laalu the  purveyor of general disaster who carried gangan drum into town.
As Esu laalu's whispers got louder, it slowly left Adamu's ears and migrated to his head, before we knew it, Soun Adamu was plagued with Okanjuwa (greed).
Greed being the worst form of illness led Adamu like the folklore elephant who wanted to be king into the trap covered with mat... 🎶A mu erin joba.. ewekuewele... 🎶(we want to crown the elephant).

HOLD UP!!!  Let's switch this up.


 The modern adaptation. 
OK!  Let's flip the timing of this prose to a more contemporary time in order to make the experience more relatable...and perhaps the moral lesson(s) more profound.
So this story is actually about Adamu our former gateman (abi is it concierge?)and how his wanton desire to upgrade his hustle led him to an unhappy place in life as Mrs adubi poached /head hunted him when she moved out of our compound.

In Modern-day parlance this story will be referred to as a "season film" as the plots in this drama kept developing and unfolding.
Nonetheless for documentation purposes and future references I have decided to narrate this story in an abridged version.

In the beginning, Adamu the gateman was a cool headed young man who went to great lengths to discharge his duties with such impeccable efficiency.
He was a very hardworking lad, very hardworking it became a weakness. He washed our cars almost three times a day, so it will not be an exaggeration to say he washed the living day out of our cars and scrubbed the compound to stupor on a daily basis.Everybody loved  his young man whose only flaw (aside Obesseive Compulsive Disorder) was gluttony. Maybe  just maybe this should have been a pointer to the greed that lurked in the corridor of Adamu's mind, but we overlooked the flaw and concluded that anything Adamu did, he did in excess.

And as time went on, we noticed his efficiency began to decline, often times he was absent from his duty post and he was always reluctant to wash the cars as well as tidy the compound, the spirit of pride had worn Adamu like agbada.Then we began to notice about the time his competency began to dwindle his friendship with Mrs Adubi began to blossom and before we realised it Adamu promoted himself  to the role of Mrs Adubi's personal assistant. Then we knew the whisperings of Mrs Adubi had not only gotten to his head but increased its tempo there.

Meet Mrs Adubi..."Three Women and a half", the most colorful character in our compound, the great crafty one, extremely manipulative and just like Esu laalu at the T-junction, if she comes through the front door the owner of the house must run out through the back door.
When Mrs adubi announced she was changing  her address, the other occupants were beyond ecstatic because even folks with Solomon's wisdom had great difficulty co-habiting with this woman.

But before I continue it is imperative to issue this disclaimer.... Although this prose is largely inspired by true events and names of the characters have been changed  STILL Mrs Adanikin you are not the one I'm referring to as Esu laalu o(I'm just saying).

We were quite worried at the downward spiral of Adamu's career and after many interventions we concluded it was probably a phase and hoped it will pass soon enough.
Until one fateful morning, we woke up and Adamu was Gone!  gone just like that !. His whole room was packed clean.
At first we thought it was rapture but when we heard Mummy Mission's voice leading morning devotion in the next compound, we all heaved a temporary sigh of relief....
 To be continued.....

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