Light A Candle

Kemi Smith was walking down a Victoria Island street in Lagos, and coming in the opposite direction was Father Daniel.

''Hello Mrs Smith,'' uttered the Father, ''and how are you this fine day? Didn't I marry you two years ago?''

Kemi replied, ''That you did Father.''

The priest inquired, ''And are there any little ones yet?''

''No, not yet Father,'' murmured Kemi Smith.

''Well, now, I'm going to Rome next week, and I'll light a candle for you.''

''Thank you, Father.''

A few years later they met again.

''Well, now, Mrs Smith," said Father Daniel, ''and how are you?''

''Oh, very well,'' responded Kemi.

''And tell me,'' said the Reverend Father, ''have you any little ones yet?''

''Oh yes, Father Daniel,'' answered Kemi Smith, ''I've had three sets of twins, and four singles: ten in all.''

''Now isn't that wonderful,'' rejoined Father Daniel, ''And how is your lovely husband?''

''Oh, Kunle,'' she replied, ''now he's gone to Rome. To blow out the damn candle!''