By Sunny Awhefeada IT was a Monday morning in April, the month heralding the wet season. It had rained the day before and when the sun rose that morning it did so with all the effulgence it could muster. It was a bright morning and that it rained the night before made it brighter. The lush green grass behind the Faculty of Arts luxuriated in the warmth and shimmering essence of the rising sun. Looking out through the window, one’s eyes could sweep a wide stretch teeming with humanity, among…
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