Part 2 of the letter to my father ended with the question: What are the special skills needed to negotiate with elders on traditional matters? Let's find out the answer.
DEAR FATHER: Part 3
Let me rewind a bit. When you...
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HOW IT ALL BEGAN
I had a vision in which my father urged me to write him a letter about happenings in my life after his transition. That was how the journey to OLD SCHOOL began. Please, come with me...
WE AND DEM
See dem as dem dey pose
Dey hala and dey boast.
Dem go ask for wetin you get
And wetin you no fit get:
Insurance, spare tyre, wheel spanner,
seat belt, C-caution, helmet, fire extinguisher,
GPS, tax clearance, kolanut, small thing for the...
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YANGA BABY
I buy am jeans, buy am ring
Come even buy am G-string;
All to show say I love am.
She come talk say me na fool
Say my cup sef don full!
She want man wey im pocket full
Wey get house with swimming...
A DIRGE FOR A DEAR ONE
A fervent servant in the Vineyard of the Lord,
Deacon Chris Agoni tended souls
And assuaged the agony of many people
While still having time to tend plants
As his terrestrial calling required of him.
Deacon Christopher Agoni helped...
ORIGINAL NAIJA
Dem born me for Naija
I come do yanga
Like tolotolo
Go Obodo Oyinbo
Where I bin wan kolo.
For there:
Weather no good
No better food
People no kind
Women ……..
Hmmm, make I leave dat.
I love Naija !
Inside Naija:
My pikin na your pikin
Your house na my...
THINK AGAIN MY BROTHERS
We know we're from different mothers
But why should that matter?
Our fathers fought for your fathers
When strangers became their masters.
From far they sowed their seeds
And watered the tree of freedom.
When camouflaged locusts
Swooped on your youths
With munitions meant for men
And painted red the streets of...
CALM WILL COME
Grumble not when you stumble
Only struggle not to tumble:
That you complain in a plane
Will not stop the turbulence;
With just a little resilience
You’ll soon see a difference.
Don’t be tight like rope
Better relax and hope
For, sure as dawn,
Without your...
