Around seven in the night he touched ground at taki roundabout after aimless driving in the long weary road from Lagos to ibadan highway unarguably the busiest road network in Africa.A staggering fifty five per cent of motor cars in Nigeria used the road.Despite the bitter traffic he drove seamlessly and even beat prior potholes he d never known existed.He finally found himself at the roundabout on one sunday then he saw a summersaulted truck with massive tons of rice spilled on the ground.It was like an automatic pilot of jawdrapping Cruise and breathtaking velocity on the wonder wheel.He drove the câr and eloped the truck accident and drove straight down to the new family house.The old family house was buldozed for filling station to emerge but they had gone to Lagos and had to sometimes visit and the psychological battle drove the need to complete the long procrastinated house.And for closer to forty years it never get completed and thus it earned the tag "The Mysterious House".He drove to a halt infront of the palatial mansion with three acres adjoined by olugbon hotel at the back.He did nt want to meet anybody and was intended to achieve that for privacy sake and it afforded him night journeys in most cases to achieve that.
He wanted to be alone to reflect and sometimes pick the calls from business patners.
The sky had grown dark as he zoomed the porsche near the building's massive but often park land.The adjoining trees near parent graves north of the property enclosed by olugbon hotel wall same boundary and portion of land sold to olugbon hotel owner by his father stood so chilly and dusty as times ticks by.He indeed wanted to be alone and the best of all reflected on the parent graves and recollect some wonderful gràils of childhood memoirs .Some who didnt know his past could have waded off the attainment of such wonderful moments by a flick of hands as if the past barely mattered.Infact those who didnt pay attention to those details could have plunged into tedious storms and engulfed with kind of swirling but irrevocable storms and crashed on the rocks.His heart no longer beat fast with anticipation having completed it.When the câr tires broached the ground, crunched and spun the gravels at the most turns, burst off the mists the rooftops of the wheels were covered with cloudy burst and random smokes of dust resonated to a halting quick.
Mystery house or the Laniyan house as it had been called for decades was finally completed . Now he saw the World like a farm and the farm house or the new summerhouse was now the completed family house.He was found of this grand place and the site of his personal lavish entertainment to recollect the golden memoirs.They were so much blessed with beautiful family tales that a little walk across the edifice prompted the romatic intrigues with the beautiful memories.Sometimes turns on the lights,highly strung through sporadic reflection at his alcove strolling between it and barbecue closer to house bar.Once the night hit,he resumed into the scene moved away from brick layered verandah.
In the first outlook from the verandah for the first time in ages he caught the first glimpse of the mansion's beauty over looking the front pitch , adjoining shops in front of the house and the jettisoned filling station on the other side of the road.The entire odoru road leading to federal and baby road now well developed unlike the three decades ago before the great migration.
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