Mother Ines walked to her office. â€œLord God, do Americans no longer read newspapers? Why has no one responded to the story on our work with the orphans of Brazil? Will you not provide for us? Soon, the missionâ€™s coffers will be empty.â€
In the doorway, Mother Ines froze. A briefcase sat on her desk. â€œSister Agatha!â€
Agatha ran into the office. She opened the briefcase and gasped. â€œItâ€™s money.â€ She handed a typewritten note to Mother Ines.
Â I expect $320,000 American should feed a lot of children for a long time. Also, hereâ€™s 167,000 nairas.
Hereâ€™s to happier headlines,
Tears soaked the cheeks of Mother Ines. â€œThis is a miracle.â€
â€œMother, what shall we do with the nairas?â€ Sister Agatha asked.
â€œSave them for when we run out of toilet paper.â€
Abena got up and shrieked. What was she doing in her underwear? What happened to her jeans and blouse? Her gaze fell on the men. She gaspedâ€”they were nude!
â€œWhere are we?â€ John asked.
Olumide shivered. â€œIt is so cold. And whatâ€™s with all these funny trees?â€
As far as the eye could see, trees grew with sharp, dark green needles for leaves.
â€œGet out of my forest!â€
They turned. In the trees stood a white man with a spear. He wore a loincloth cut from the skin of a North American gazelle, if Abena didnâ€™t miss her guess.
The crazy white man waved his spear. â€œThis is my forest. You go back where you came from.â€ He paused. â€œExcept her.â€
Galroni folded his arms. â€œShow some manners. She is not your property.â€
Abena stiffened. The men would gladly sell her to the white man, for the right price.
â€œWho will defend her after youâ€™re all dead?â€
The four Africans fled across the wilderness from the crazy white man.
Continued Next Tuesday
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