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- Nothing puzzles God!
- Taxi Service?
- Yes please
- Indeed
- Nothing puzzles God :)
- That night he buried it in the little clearing in the bush where the dead of the camp, including his own youngest son, were buried. When he dug it up again a year later after the surrender all it needed was a little palm-oil greasing,(Achebe 390).
- Here sir, your ex-gratia
- Thank you sir, have a good day!
- BANK
- Police-o! Theives-o! Neighbors-o! Police-o! We are lost! We are dead! Neighbors, are you asleep? Wake up! Police-o!
- He put it to immediate use as a taxi and accumulated a small pile of Biafran money ferrying camp officials and their families across the four-mile stretch to the nearest tarred road(Achebe 390). At the end of a fortnight he had made a small fortune of one hundred and fifty pounds(Achebe 390).
- You done finish
- Then he made the journey to Enugu and found another miracle again and it was still standing there before him. It was unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes and looked again and it was still standing there before him. But, needless to say, even that monumental blessing must be accounted also totally inferior to the five heads in the family. This newest miracle was his little house in Ogui Overside(Achebe 390).
- How awful
- I count it as nothing! What is egg-rasher? Did I depend on it last week? Or is it greater than other things that went with the war? I say, let egg-rasher perish in the flames! Let it go where everything else has gone. Nothing puzzles God.
- We are so sorry for what happened, that's awful. Can we do anything to help?
- But nothing puzzles God. Came the day of the windfall when after five days of endless scuffles in queues and counter-queues in the sun outside the Treasury he had twenty pounds counted into his palms as ex-gratia award for the rebel money he had turned in(Achebe 391).
- 'Shurrup!' rang the leader's voice like a lone shot in the sky and silenced the murmuring voices at once. 'Are you dere? Bring the money quick!''I am coming,' said Jonathan fumbling in the darkness with the key of the small wooden box he kept by his side on the mat(Achebe 394).
- At the first sight of light as neighbors and others assembled to commiserate with him he was already strapping his five-gallon demijohn to his bicycle carrier and his wife, sweating in the open fire, was turning over akara balls in a wide clay bowl of boiling oil(Achebe 394).
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