In Tinubu’s Time, the Belly Chooses Quantity
Once upon a time, in the era of Tinubu,When hunger wore agbada and danced in the streets,There lived a man—let’s call him Ojo the Dreamer,Whose belly was a drum that never ceased to beat. Ojo, weary of garri and watery soup,Decided one day to eat like the chiefs.So, he strolled to “Chop Life Restaurant,”Where food looked like art, and…
