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Iya Oyo

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.

a picture showing moyo okediji clothe batik

GOODBYE

“Ó dàbọ̀,” which is what stands for the idea of goodbye, actually is the very opposite of goodbye.Why? Because “Ó dàbọ̀” does not say that you are leaving.Rather, as you depart, you are speaking of “àbọ̀,” meaning, “the return.”As you depart, you begin to celebrate your return.

a picture showing moyo okediji wearing his appliqué shirt he found in his closet

CAT

I laff so-tay las’ night my head fall commot my neck.

And I’m not making up this story.

My Chinese friend called me and said her friend, Tunde, who lives in Canada, wanted me to tell her the meaning of “Cat” in Yoruba.

“Why didn’t Tunde just tell you what ‘cat’ means in Yoruba himself?” I asked surprised.

A picture of Moyo Okediji sitting in front of his artwork

TABLE

I once visited a rich single lady living in a gorgeous house with the most amazing furniture.

After we ate, I felt relaxed and we started a great conversation, with expensive wine served in elegantly shaped goblets.

That was when wahala started. The expression in her eyes changed. She became slightly alarmed.

“Would you mind not placing your leg on the table?” she requested softly.

A picture of Moyo Okediji sitting in front of his artwork

Dede Mabiaku

Dede Mabiaku was an undergraduate studying drama at the University of Benin in 1981 when I was a graduate student there.How did I meet Dede?Late one evening, I packed my Volkswagen car, popularly called Bintu, near the University of Benin theater during a drama rehearsal.I was the stage-design director for the Convocation play in December 1982.