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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

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Heroes that look like us. Truth that breaks chains.

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SUMMARY OF NOTHING

—for Professor Alofoje Unuigboje— by Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon The speaker has spoken.The points were clear.The slides, exhausted.We have clapped.Our heads noddedlike elders hearing a childrecite an oríkìthey thought lost to time. But beholda parrot climbs the stage,like a cockroach chasing claps. “Permit me to summarize…” Summarize what, exactly?What we just heard with our ears?With the same mouth God gave…

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Tinubu’s Economy Is Working — Ask My Feet!

By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon They say the country is hard. That pepper now trades like gold, That Naira sleeps in the ICU Jollof? On sabbatical. That even sachet water now needs a guarantor. But me? I laugh. Ha Ha Ha! I just laugh. I laugh at their stupidity. I laugh at their buffoonery. How can you tell me Nigeria…

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The Goat My Friend Bought

By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon They sold baby goat for ten naira, mother goat for thirty. My clever friend chose the cheaper one. “Ah! Ten naira is a steal,” he said, “Why pay for old meat?” But today, he has spent ninety naira in three-naira bits across thirty days, feeding this tiny bleating thief and still, no milk, no meat,…

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METHUSELAH WAS GAY

By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon When they asked me:“How did Methuselah live so long?”Nine hundred and sixty-nine moons,his back unbent,his bones unstressed. I replied:Because he didn’tmarry someonewho ask,“Why are you always calm?” Because his wife never said,“I just wanted to see if you would shout.” Because no one threw silent treatmentslike spears across supper. He never had to decodethe hidden…

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THE DUST IN THE RAIN

—for Sarah Osawaru— By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon Eh hen…You say I raised dustin the middle of a rainstorm?Then your eyes must be washing plateswhere your brain should be frying yam. I danced.Oooooh… yes, I danced.In the rain.With both legs.And joy in all my joints.Yet you say:“She is stirring trouble!” But let me ask you,Can a snail carry fire on…

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In Benue…

By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon No one screamed.There was no time.They came like dusk slow, quiet, red-coal fury.The old man who could not runwas slaughtered mid-prayer.The child who knew nothingwas beheaded, as he called “Mama.”God posed  like an ngbeke model  as they tore the womb.  Foetus and entrails gushed tabooing the earth  against its will. We buried them songless.Not because we had no songs,but becauseour mouths…

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The First Chapter

A Playlet on Black Historical Memory By: Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon CAST SCENE ONE — THE LAUGHING ROOM A dusty community classroom. Books stacked. A broken chalkboard bears the word: “TRUTH?” KOFI (reading aloud, snorting) Septimius Severus… Black emperor of Rome (gets up, strikes a Roman pose) Ave, my niggas. Welcome to Wakanda-Rome! TISHA (laughs hard) Please! Next they’ll say…

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