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In about 9 to 12 months…

ByMoyo Okediji

In about 9 to 12 months, the results of the corona siesta will be out: twins, triplets, etc, will be common.

I went to the grocery stores, and the shelves were packed as never before with all sorts of consumables.

There was hardly anybody shopping.

I saw an interracial couple, and they were holding hands!

What people do is grab the food and the drinks off the shelves and run back home.

To do what?

If we don’t have a massive population explosion this time next year, with all these couples rushing back home to do “nothing,” don’t talk to me again.

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THE ROCKET

ByMoyo Okediji

I met a young woman living in Nigeria online more than ten years ago.

We became friends and exchanged lots of chats.

She had just graduated with a degree in engineering.

She couldn’t get a job.

I watched her struggle for many years.

A really gorgeous woman transformed into a shell of herself.

Her mother fell ill.

She began to live with her married sister.

She fell ill.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part 38)

ByMoyo Okediji

“Wole Soyinka wants to have a word with Rufus. Tell him to come as soon as possible. Kongi travels out of the country next week,” was the simple message that I got back from Kole Omotosho.

Omotosho was the head of the Dramatic Art Department, University of Ife. He sent a driver to me to collect a manuscript, “Marx and Mask,” written by the brilliant Ghanaian writer, Ayi Kwei Armah.

Soyinka regularly received manuscripts from several writers, and after making copies, he would distribute the manuscripts among his circle of intellectuals who met at least once a week to read and discuss the manuscripts.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981

ByMoyo Okediji

As soon as we drove to the front of the house, we knew something was wrong. There was a crowd of nearly twenty people waiting for us.

“Mr. Rufus, good thing you are back,” said a neighbor stepping forward from the crowd. “Nobody knows what the problem was, but we had to break down the door to your house….”

Before he could complete his story, Josephine, ran to the Mitsubishi bus, breathless, “Papa Ru. That your friend almost killed Steve! I ran out to call the neighbors, but when I went out, he jammed the door. They had to force the lock to free Steve from him!”

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