“I swear she had been crying, and I do not mean a few tears of joy as she claimed,” Tomiwa was saying to her brother the following evening.

They were in the Babalolas’ backyard awaiting their parent’s return since they hadn’t met them at home that evening. Though Helen had informed both of them to make sure they came around that day and when they called her, Their mother had told them that they were part of the committee the church had appointed to go pay a condolence visit to the widow of one of their brethren who had just died.

So here they were waiting for them to get...