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If the hunted animal runs in an unexpected manner, an Igbo proverb goes, the hunter should shoot it in an equally unexpected manner. The problem here, however, was that the manner in which this animal had bolted was not only unexpected but unimaginable...
The young men used to call her Itiri, a local word for darkness. They called her Itiri because her skin was unusually dark, surpassing the blackness of a moonless night. Being darker than midnight, her figure remained outlined in a visible silhouette long after everyone else's had blended with the West African nightfall…
There was this crazy white man stationed in my village. Please don’t ask me what he was doing there; I don’t know and I don’t want to lie to you. All that I remember now is that he was with some oil company. He was a terror. He went round the village at odd hours with his tobacco and cigar in his mouth, spitting all over the place, insulting the elders, and swearing at us the youths...
In all my brief travels to the cities of the world, particularly in Europe, and residence in North America, one prominent craving that swells through my inside and saturates my soul is a craving for the African woman...
I am proud that when I give bribes to obtain public service, which should be free, I am not giving it to anyone but my own stupid brothers and sisters. They don't know any better. They are fools, but they are my own fools...
Nobody Asked Me, But…
“Ah, that man is very detribalised.”
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