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THE GREAT DELUSION
A revolutionary play by Nigerian playwright Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen
Foreword by Dr. Vibert Issa White, Professor of History, University of Central Florida, USA

An Episterresurrecist story for Africa and her children worldwide.
Heroes that look like us. Truth that breaks chains.

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Florida high school teacher loses job after using student’s preferred name

The student’s parents had not signed a form saying the student could go by an alternative name, according to Brevard Public Schools. A Florida school district has opted not to renew a high school teacher’s contract after she referred to a student by a name other than their legal name without parental permission. The decision was made not to…

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Do These 8 Things Immediately Your Government Shuts Down the Internet to Silence Your Voice

In an era where digital connectivity is integral to daily life and democratic engagement, government-imposed internet shutdowns have emerged as a formidable tool to suppress dissent and control information. The year 2024 witnessed an alarming surge in such shutdowns, with 296 instances documented across 54 countries, marking a significant increase from the previous year’s 283 shutdowns in 39 countries….

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BBL—Body Borrowed for Likes

They all look alike now—women carved from the same cartoon,hips like overstretched commas,backsides inflated like National Assembly’s budgets. BBL, they chant.Brazilian Body Lottery.A ritual, not for the faint-hearted—or the flat-bottomed. In this temple of silicone saints,the entry fee is your natural self.You trade it for a gourd-shaped gospel,where “natural” is a slur,and “authentic” is a sin. They line up…

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She Said She Was Just Passing

I used to laugh when movies said love can make a woman lose her mind.I called it fiction, flowers, and foolish scripts.But I watched it unfold, real and raw, on my guy’s streetLike a slow-burning drama shot with no director, no pause button. It began with long walks that had no destination.She’d leave her house in the evening—no bag,…

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Chief Iṣẹ́ l’ówó

Drum it low, drummer!Gently! Gently o!For the spirit of Chief Iṣẹ́ l’ówóis pacing again! Call the town crier!Tell the elders!Chief Kanmi the Rich is not resting!His grave is rumbling!His ghost is sweating!The ancestors say he has refused to sit! Ah-ah! Chief!You built five mansions in Lekki,And one in London for “just in case.”Now your son has turned them into…

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Belly-Flyer

(For Chief Barrister Feni Keni KoyundeSleep with anyone and get pregnant) Oh Great Ones!Call your children to the square!Let the drums speakTum! Tum! Tum!I have a story to sing!A tale of a man with wings of wax,who flies wherever the aroma of stew rises! Wait—Have you not seen him?The man of many tongues!Today, he is the crocodile of justice!Tomorrow,…

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THE MAD ONES WALK IN HEELS

Look! They walk the streetsIn wigs of wisdom,In sneakers of sorrow,Clutch bags of calamity,And lips red with rage! They smile sweet—Yes, sweet like honey on a spearhead!But inside?Inside is fire!A furnace of fractured thoughts—Cute but psycho,Fine face, fractured soul! You see her on TikTok,Twisting waist, tweeting wild,Sipping gin like salvation.Ask her what’s the craziest thingshe’s ever done—She laughs like…

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The Tongue of the Madman

I sat at the feast of kings,And saw a goat wearing the crown!The loudest drunkard in the clanNow called “Your Excellency!”His breath stinks of liquor and lies,Yet chiefs bow before him! He who once sold fake fertilizers,Now chairs the Committee on Agriculture!And the woman who forged her school certificateShe now signs off on education budgets!Ha ha ha!When did pigs…

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The Women Between

The man with a dove in his chestwalks softly through the village breezebut in his compound,his wife tears thunder from cotton clouds,cooks insults in the pot of peace,and scolds the mortar for being quiet. He offers laughter,she stirs storms.He plants kindness,she harvests thorns.And the town calls him “weak”as termites eat his roofwhile he prays for rain. But the man…

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Forward’s not always progress

He rose,without the gilded luck of throne-born sons,but with the raw hunger of a man who knewthe iron tang of turned soil.His fingers carved roads from gravel and ghost,watched the land kneel—an old houndlicking its master’s palm.He shouldered mountains,their roots snarling at his feet,and with each cracked nail,he wrote the futurein a languageonly storms could speak. Forward!He moved like…

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