A Twisted Fate
It’s the d-day! How swift events have unfolded leading up to this day. Everything seems to have fallen in place. Your drycleaner delivered your bespoke suit one week ahead of this day. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you have the calm resemblance of a young Andres Villas Boas barking out orders on the Stamford bridge touchline. ‘Perfect!’ you thought. You have a presentation to deliver, a morale-boosting speech to spur on youth who were fed up with the turn of events in their fatherland. A large number of them wanted out, they don’t care about what is on the other side, ‘we’ll survive regardless’ are their words. It’s a free event, not even guaranteed to draw the attention of a large number of the frustrated youth, perhaps in the deep pool of motivational speaking, you could use this chance to etch your name into a group that boasts of illustrious names like Niyi Adesanya. * * * * * * It’s a rainy day in the ancient city of Abeokuta. ‘This wouldn