a picture showing moyo okediji poised for the camera covered with his egungun regalia

Sháyó Philosophy

Yesterday we met again to see if they had hot pepper soup at the local African joint.

Logically, when these simple folks enter a pepper soup joint, it is like Ṣẹ̀lẹ́ enter spirit: matters get philosophically historical like magicadabra.

“We are in October again,” I said, just because the bottle of stout looked chilled.