— For the goat beneath the kola tree — Come, NomaEat well.This cassava peel is sweeter than yesterday’s.Yes, I see the way your ears flick.You understand more than you let on. I remember when you were small,legs like broomsticks,chasing shadows across the compound.Now look your beard carries the wisdom of old drums. You’ve heard enough stories,sitting by my feet…
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…
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…
