As the topic implies, this is a true life story. Although my knowledge of this family started around when I was 19 years old. I will call this friend of mine Sarah, the first child and daughter of her father. This true life story appears sad, and in my quiet times, especially recently, I'm beginning to feel sympathetic to both sides of the coin. A few days ago, around 6 am, Sarah called me, and our conversation went like this; Me: Babe, how far, this one you dey call by this time? Sarah:I'm going to drop my papa at the park. Me: for what na? Person wey just enter town yesterday? You for allow the man rest small... Sarah: no be for my house, I don drop am, pay him transport, and still give am 5k to hold the body for the road. Me: Babe, I dont support this one, in less than 24 hours your dad dey the Road for like 12 hours. Sarah: That one no concern me, no be me invite am come. A day earlier her father had called her from their previous location, he must have gotten there only t...