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LOVE AND HATE

ByMoyo Okediji

LOVE AND HATE

Our generation is the “love” generation.

How?

We choose people to “fall in love” with and may even marry them.

The children of those born this year

will not endure the pangs of love and romance.

Two generations ago, families organized marriages for people.

It was not about love.

Until the middle of the last century

romantic love was not the determinant of marriages.

And by the middle of this century,

romantic love will no longer be fashionable.

You will have a choice

between marrying an artificial intelligence robot

and “real” people.

Many will choose the AI.

And religion?

It will go out of fashion,

replaced by entertainment on demand.

The GIGO law of information computing

Garbage in garbage out

—what you code is what you get—

will replace morality, preaching and tithes.

Poverty and love

will be eradicated almost at the same time

Because both are historically intertwined.

To err will still be human.

Heartbreakers, enjoy romantic love while it lasts,

even as you kiss it goodbye

while crossing the line

between love and hate.

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FORGIVE US OUR SINS

FORGIVE US OUR SINS

ByMoyo Okediji

When are we going to have orisa legislations in the southwest Nigeria to prosecute blasphemy against indigenous Orisa and Irunmole, with the imposition of death penalty on anybody who blasphemes against our indigenous holy names?

For example, should there be a death penalty imposed on anyone who calls Esu “Satan,” as believers do in churches and mosques daily in Yorubaland?

a section of the akodi orisa

IV

ByMoyo Okediji

“The Police Area Commander (AC) is interested in the case,” a police officer with a cellphone said. “He just called to say that he is now at his seat, and wants to see all of you in his office.” The AC’s office was about one hundred meters across the yard, from where we were seated. We all filed into the AC’s office. He was seated, and his large desk was decorated with pictures, flags and small objects with personal sentimental values. He was a handsome middle-aged man who seemed rather too pleasant looking to be a police officer. Not until he stood up did I realize that his gait was forward-leaning, with the robust physique of a football tackler. You wouldn’t want to be in his way despite his handsome mien.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1982 (Part Thirty-five)

ByMoyo Okediji

How could I have missed Obaseki’s car as he followed us from the campus? I prided myself in being careful on the road, paying attention to the vehicles around me, and particularly in making sure that I was aware of my environment.

But as a Yoruba proverb says, one cannot be as clever as the sneak who is observing one’s activities.

The situation was critical. Obaseki was in attack mode and was no longer in full control.

Any careless statement from Gina or me could escalate the delicate matter into a full-blown crisis.

“Obaseki,” I said, “there is a misunderstanding. You are not reading things correctly.”

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THE PARABLE OF THE TOO BIG TO FALL

ByMoyo Okediji

When young women went to the river to fetch water, they would disappear.

The king’s royal beads even went missing.

People were worried. One of the wise men said, “Let’s approach Ọlọ́run to give us a police boss.”

But who could they trust? One of them must be the thief.

They decided unanimously that the only trustworthy person in the entire community was Ijapa.

Ijapa gave them only one condition: “Nobody should visit my house without letting me know in advance that they were coming.”

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