By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen ‘Dewole, listen well!For the man who carries an ant-infested logmust not cry when the ants begin to bite.The one who steps into the rivermust not shiver and wail of the cold. Did Ori not warn you?Did Ori not say, “That path is slippery, that water is deep!”Yet, you threw off your sandals,you rolled up your…
By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen He who would climb the tallest palm, must shut his ears to fearful tongues. For those below will cry, “Come down!” but the sweetest fruit is never found aground.
By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen Oh, great one! Whose shadow stretches across the ocean, Whose feet do not walk, but are carried, Whose hands sign decrees written by foreign scribes! Tell us, wise one— Does the farmer feed his children by uprooting his farm? Does the river quench its thirst by drying itself to dust? Yet you say suffering is…
by Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen Where is the sun?It rose yesterday, but today it hides.The earth drinks blood, not rain,And the wind carries whispers of names long forgotten. The drums are silent—Not for lack of hands,But because the hands that beat themNow clutch their own throats in fear. O elders, do you not hear?The rivers are swollen, not with floods,But…
My people, listen.Jonathan Ihonde sang.He warned us.But did we listen?No. We booked a room.Biggest mistake of my life. The receptionist smiled.“You’ll love it here!” she said.She smiled too much.Her teeth were too white for this kind of hotel.But did we listen?No. The AC worked—if you kicked it just right.Kick too hard?Boom. It fell.Almost crushed my roommate.The manager came in,…
Just leave them abeg—don’t stress! If they don’t argue, they won’t rest. Their body will shake, their head will turn, They must talk, they must burn! You say, “It’s morning.” They say, “Who told you?” You say, “The sky is blue.” They say, “No, it’s navy blue!” You say, “The road is bad.” They say, “No, it’s worse at…
Let’s not deceive ourselves. Social media is not just for fun. It is not just for connection. It is an arena—a place built for the masses to watch, cheer, and destroy. And guess what? It’s not new. In ancient Rome, the rich built the Coliseum. A massive stadium where poor people gathered to watch fellow poor people kill themselves….
(A Slapstick Satire) Jonathan Ihonde, the legend, the man, Sang of Hotel de Jordan with a mic in his hand. A voice so smooth, like a buttered yam slice, Yet his tales of that hotel? Ah—not very nice! He crooned of a place where dreams go to die, Where the towels smell like yesterday’s fry. Where the pillows are…
Dr. Doyin Okupe, a prominent Nigerian physician, politician, and former presidential aide, has died. He passed away at the age of 72. According to sources close to the family, Dr. Okupe had been critically ill in the weeks leading up to his demise. His health had reportedly deteriorated significantly, prompting concern among his loved ones and supporters. Sahara Reporters…
— You say I have wronged you. You say I have taken what was not mine, that my hands have strayed where they should not, that my power has become my pleasure, that my will turned your silence into chains. — Ah, but let the elders decide! Let them open their wise old eyes, let them look into my…
What happens when you challenge the establishment?…
The Great Delusion invites you into a…
—for Professor Alofoje Unuigboje— by Majekodunmi Oseriemen…
By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon They say the…
