Chapter 3: In his brothers shoes

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Mr Eko could not believe what just happened. It was all so quick. Yemi had arrived to stop them loading the plane, then the soldiers came, and in the shooting and the chaos that followed got himself shot. And now the plane had taken off, with Yemi and without Mr Eko.Â*
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He had lost everything he had left in life that he still cared about. The heroin was nothing, the money was nothing. His brother was dead, and if he was not dead he was on that plane with theÂ*Â*drug smugglers, he would never see him again. All he had left was a memory of happier days.



But Yemi had given him one gift: he had made him a priest. And since he was religious from childhood, he thought he could get away with it, fill his brother’s shoes in honour of his memory. It was the right thing to do, after all these years of crime and violence.Â*Â*



But it was not to be. The gangsters came back, demanded their share of the medicine that was destined for the little congregation. And if they did not get that, they would kill and burn and spread terror. Eko could not let that happen, and he defended himself and the people in the village. But he did the unthinkable: he soiled his brothers church with blood. He had to leave



And Yemi had given him another gift: a way to escape. He was going to train as a priest, in a foreign country, start his life again with a fresh start. He was going on a journey in his brothers footsteps.Â*Â*And at the end of that journey, who knows, maybe he would find his brother again.