This because I lived at Ìdí Ishin at the time. The senior advocate who passed on was a neighbour and was celebrating his 70th in church. The congregation refused to dance with him. Food wasted. Congregation won& #39;t eat. Vicar said let bygones be bygones. Congregation stared.

Live your life in such a way that if you had to write your memoirs, it won& #39;t be too hard on you to be truthful.

I felt sorry for the man. It wasn& #39;t a particularly affluent neighborhood. The people there at the time were likely to be retired professors. My landlord at the time was a vice president at the World Bank. No we don& #39;t want your rice.