The land is a market, but who owns the stall? The traders have vanished, but the thieves stand tall. They sell the rain, they sell the road, they sell the trees where ancestors strode. They sell the fire, they sell the clay, they sell the dawn before it turns to day. And the young? They flee like startled birds,…
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…
