It was a Sunday morning. We were spending our leave in Lagos at Hephzi-Bah on Igosere Road. Delu, my late husband and I were at home relaxing. Baby Disun was with us at home. My house-help Bimpe had taken Yinka, who was about three years old, to the children’s church at the Anglican Girls School on Broad street. News then reached us that Bimpe and the others were looking for Yinka. My son Yinka lost?! This cannot be true. I got hold of baby Disun and out I went towards the direction of Anglican Girls School. I had called on the way to tell my sister-in-law and when we got to the Anglican Girls School we searched every nook and cranny of the place. In the meantime Mama Bimbo, the wife of my aunt-in-law’s brother of Hephzi-Bah had dispatched all her children to different parts of the area. We were all panic-stricken. then someone suggested checking at the Police Station on Catholic Mission Street. When we got there we were told to go to the police station at Lafiaji. I had given up all hope but when I went in, behold, there was Yinka sitting down looking tired and worn out. We were told at the police station that a young boy had brought him in. We thanked the policemen at the station.
Of course the question of identity did not arias. It was too obvious that the child belonged to us. The policemen gave us the name of the young boy that brought Yinka to the police station. He was young Patrick Koshoni living on Bamgbose Street. On leaving the police station we headed straight for you Patrick’s home. It was all jubilation. I was glad to meet young Patrick and his parents. Words failed me to express my thanks to young Patrick. I will forever be grateful to him for his kind deed, His father told us that when Patrick did not return from church in time that Sunday, he had got the whip ready. On hearing the story of the good deed he had done, he could not but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Everybody was full of thanks to young Patrick.
I must mention here that Yinka’s daddy had gone in a different direction and as he told us, was looking closely as everyone came out of the different buses. He was overjoyed when he heard that Yinka had been found.
This is the story of how Yinka got to the police station. Bimpe had gone to the chapel where the order ones held their service, Yinka was told to go to the young ones section. Since Yinka could not see Bimpe after the service, he followed some boys and girls who were going home. Yinka said they were walking fast and ge gad ti keep running after them. When they got near the Roman Catholic Cathedral on Campbell street Patrick noticed that as much as Yinka was trying to catch up with the boys and girls, they did not take any notice of him. So, Patrick said to them, “Wait for your brother now”, but they replied, “A o mo ri” (We don’t know him). This was what prompted Patrick to take action. He messed Yinka myst have lost his way. He and his friend then decided to take Yinka tot the police station on Catholic Mission Street. From there they were told to take him to Lafiajji police station. These kind-hearted boys, Patric and his friend, did not hesitate to take Yinka to the police station at Lafiaji. More than fifty years after, I am still full of gratitude to Vice Admiral Patrick Koshoni (rtd), who is now in his sixties , for his kind deed.