Born and bred in Lagos, but I got sent to a high school in Kwara. By my 2nd year, I became a day student & realized that my landlord was an herbalist. Baba's kids worked in Lagos but loathed the village. Soon, I was helping baba write down esoteric stuffs in a notebook until my return to the hostel. He died a year later, and I visited the house again for his funeral. His children were shocked when they saw the notebook. To them, it was "satanic," and they asked me to trash it. But I kept it. This was 50 years ago. Now, in retrospect, if only those people knew their loss has been my gain. No wonder Martin Luther King Jr. said, "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."