‎Day 0046 of 1000 Days.
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‎The Secret Source of My Father's Wealth.
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‎Part Nine. 
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‎It was Thursday. Mr Kunle woke up unusually early that morning. I did too, surprisingly to me.
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‎Mr Kunle was praying when I got to his door. I stopped so as not to invade his privacy. I lingered at his door like a monitoring spirit.
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‎I stood by the door to hear his prayers. He was praying that God should give him a virtuous wife. 'Wait. Was God planning something behind my back?' I thought  happily.
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‎Not too long, his prayers shifted to Mum and then me. He prayed that God should give us peace and the heart to release him with no emotions.
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‎When he ended his prayers, I gave the door a quiet thud. He opened it and for a moment, we laughed. It was an unspoken communication.
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‎We were laughing because we two woke up quite early. 'How was your night, sir?' I inquired with a smile.
‎'Quite good, Danjuma. Quite good'. 
‎'Sir, please, how old are you?'
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‎I was met by silence and then a curious glance. 'I am 35 years old', he divulged hesitantly. 
‎'You told me you have never dated any lady. Are ladies that dangerous?'
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‎Mr Kunle chuckled. It was a sad one. 'I pray you will never get hurt till you say bye-bye to love'.
‎'Amen!' I held my hands together. 'I can picture how ladies always throw themselves at you coupled with this your wealth'.
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‎A chuckle from Mr Kunle again. 'Why are you here, Danjuma? You should be asleep by now'.
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‎I went mute for a while and Mr Kunle urged me to speak on.
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‎'Mr Kunle, mum is 37. Can it work?'
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‎I was met by silence again. I looked deeply into Mr Kunle's eyes and saw a 'Don't go there' look.
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