Court was sweet in Abuja today, no be lie.

ByMoyo Okediji

Court was sweet in Abuja today, no be lie.

This is just kindergarten o.

Those that the gods would destroy, don’t they first drive them mad?

The last presidential elections were very sweet, abi?

We collected bags of rice, tubers of yams, even ororo oil, na lie?

When I was a kid, I had a funny cousin staying with us. She would sing:

Ìgbà tẹ ń gba kọ́bọ̀-kọbọ̀

Ta lẹ wí fún

Tẹ́ ẹ wá ń ṣe “Yé è yé è

Okó tóbi!”

Me, I cannot translate Oyinbo o.

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picture of the supplicating hands of Oloye Osara of Ile Ife, an important divinity associated with the Yoruba creation narrative.

The Miyetti Allah cattle herders.

ByMoyo Okediji

Miyetti Allah cattle herders want grazing grounds in the south?

I have not touched beef in more than a decade.

But fair enough.

We the Orisa devotees in Yorubaland have a simple request as well–in the interest of peace, progress and prosperity.

We want to have 100 square miles in each northern state reserved for us as our Igbó Orò. We need the space to break kola and worship our orisas.

GENDER WAR

GENDER WAR

ByMoyo Okediji

GENDER WAR

You naw go commot road? Abi you naw see?

Na ya papa road?

See trouble o! Becos dem buy you cellphone nau, na im make you come tanda for highway dey take call?

Na only where I stand you wan pass? You no see road everywhere?

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Iya Oyo

ByMoyo Okediji

Iya Oyo took a slow and long drag on her pipe, and released the smoke in short puffing sounds.The moon was orange bright, a perfect golden disk floating on the clouds.Some insects, hiding behind the darkness, sang in harmony with the frogs serenading the stars from the pond next to the Orisa house.It was the perfect time for me to ask my question: nobody was saying anything.

THE RETURN

THE RETURN

ByMoyo Okediji

Here is a work of fiction titled THE RETURN

Total fiction.

It is set in today.

This is part One.

I will serialize it until we get to the end.

THE RETURN (PART 1)

He was flying back home for the first time in his life.

At thirty-six, he felt that he had waited a little too long.

How easy it is to degenerate into a beast when you enter the jungle!

How easy it is to degenerate into a beast when you enter the jungle!

ByMoyo Okediji

How easy it is to degenerate into a beast when you enter the jungle!

Yesterday I vowed to myself:

1. I will always calm down.

2. Though the okada bike riders are driving me crazy, and all the drivers are treating me like the road belongs to them only, I will refrain from calling anybody names like, “Were (lunatic), olori buruku ( crazy heads); eranko (beasts), etc.”

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