Ogun: A Life Forged in History

Previously

…As they ate, Papa Emeka finally joined them, his usual stern expression softened by the warmth of family. He listened to Chinedu’s boisterous retelling of his chicken-training escapades, a faint smile playing on his lips. He watched Amina patiently explain the intricacies of a story she’d concocted about a brave little ant. And he looked at Ogun, his quiet observer, his thoughtful son. “Ogun,” Papa Emeka said, his voice resonating with a deep calm that always settled Ogun’s restless spirit, “did you finish your arithmetic today?” Ogun nodded eagerly. “Yes, Papa. And I helped Mama with the yam.” Papa Emeka’s gaze was steady