Grok has done it again. The AI chatbot, developed by Elon Musk’s X (formerly Twitter), has thrown Nigeria’s political scene into a frenzy with just one word—“Sowore.” It all started when a Twitter user, @SuoazOfficial, posed a loaded question: Which of these politicians is not responsible for Nigeria’s destruction—Sowore, Obi, Atiku, Tinubu, or Kwankwaso? Grok’s response was swift. No…
The elders tell of a talking drum, Beaten by hands, yet leading the dance. They say, “The man is the drummer of the home, His hands must shape the rhythm of life.” But oh, the calabash whispers another tale, For when the river runs wild and deep, The drum is handed to him—“Decide, O man, you lead!” Yet when…
There are men who pass through this world like whispers in the wind—seen today, forgotten tomorrow, and then there are men like Dr. Osagie Obayuwana—a storm that never quiets, a name written in the very struggles of the people. At 70 years old, the lion still roars. His voice, like thunder, still shakes the halls of power. And on…
He said, “Achalugo, I am going to marry you.” The words dripped like honey, thick and golden, Luring you deeper into a dream not your own. The car purred, sleek as a panther, The perfume of leather and lies curling in your lungs. He fed you meals too wealthy to question, Poured wine that swallowed your doubts, Draped you…
“You will understand when you grow older,” They said, with voices carved from harmattan winds, With eyes that had seen a thousand yesterdays, Yet I laughed—oh, how I laughed! For what could time teach me, That my sharp tongue did not already know? But time is a silent sculptor, Carving truth into the bones of the stubborn. A child…
The village once had a bell—one that only rang for men of substance. It tolled for warriors, for leaders, for those whose hands built bridges where others saw walls. Today, if that bell were to ring, it would do so in honor of a man whose deeds have carved his name into the corridors of history. Today, March 15th,…
By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen Oh, great one! Whose shadow stretches across the ocean, Whose feet do not walk, but are carried, Whose hands sign decrees written by foreign scribes! Tell us, wise one— Does the farmer feed his children by uprooting his farm? Does the river quench its thirst by drying itself to dust? Yet you say suffering is…
Just leave them abeg—don’t stress! If they don’t argue, they won’t rest. Their body will shake, their head will turn, They must talk, they must burn! You say, “It’s morning.” They say, “Who told you?” You say, “The sky is blue.” They say, “No, it’s navy blue!” You say, “The road is bad.” They say, “No, it’s worse at…
— You say I have wronged you. You say I have taken what was not mine, that my hands have strayed where they should not, that my power has become my pleasure, that my will turned your silence into chains. — Ah, but let the elders decide! Let them open their wise old eyes, let them look into my…
For Senator Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan You call me predator— but tell me, little goat, did you not wander too close? Did you not dare to speak when silence was safer? The night has rules. The tall trees whisper them. The rivers murmur them. Even the wind—soft and knowing— hums the old wisdom: “When the hyena grins, the goat must bow.”…
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…
