Twilight

  At ten, Ajayi wanted to be a millionaire. At twenty, the richest man in Africa. Now at forty five and seriously jobless, he is about to jump down the bridge! Everywhere, the world is dark and cold; on the deserted bridge, he perches dangerously on the rusty rail, ready to be drunk in the chilling death below. Down, way down, the water is waiting, its hidden claws, sharp and ready. Hilarious enough, the man of the moment decides to count one to ten before taking the fatal dive. He is still counting when an eerie but majestic voice booms, cutting through the dark like a faceless dagger. ‘What do you think you are doing, you moron?’ Ajayi freezes! He surveys the environment. Nothing! ‘Are you deaf?’ the voice persists. ‘ I say what are you trying to do?’ ‘Who are you?’ Ajayi screams, his eyes searching. Silence. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Up here.’ ‘What is this about? There is nothing up there!’ ‘Look harder and you will se...