The spirits of our ancestors
AS I drove home from a party at about 2 am, I saw a lady standing by the roadside. I recognised her. She was a Nigerian, a Fashion Designer, known for her exquisite designs and good tailoring in the Nigerian community in the Washington, DC area. Wondering what she was doing there at that eerie time of the morning, I stopped. She told me that, as she was driving home, her brand new car abruptly stopped, and she could not figure out the problem. German engineering is superb.