Instead of anger, Baba Agba offered a lesson. The Gbagede was where the community saw one another clearly. Tunde was made to plant seven new saplings around the perimeter of the square, ensuring that while the old Iroko might one day fall, the Gbagede would never lose its shade.
Baba Agba, the oldest man in the village, took his seat on the carved wooden stool. His skin was like parchment, mapped with the history of eighty rainy seasons. When he spoke, the Gbagede fell so silent you could hear the flutter of a fruit bat’s wings. Gbagede — Naijaray.com.ng
He told the story of the "Gbagede" itself—how, fifty years ago, it had been a place of a great pact. He revealed that the prosperity of their harvests wasn't just due to the rain, but to a promise made by their ancestors to protect the surrounding forest. Instead of anger, Baba Agba offered a lesson