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,…
— 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…
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…
