Ahmed Yerima

“Oba Ovonramwen, son of Adolo. Here in subdued glory with the white man's feathers fluttering like a peacock unsure of what weather of the day to spread its wonderful, colourful wings. Here I am, posing for the white man's jejers […..] He desired my empire and envied my position, and wanted my throne. […..] Here I am aboard the British yacht in leg irons.”

“I asked my new wife to stay with my brother until I thatch my roof. Soon she begins to put on weight, and she says he is kind and gentle. But slowly, the day breaks and her stomach reveal the secret”

“Ovonramwen our Lord. A rare one that has no stain, nor does he has dirt. One whose character is as white as the white bird (enibokun).”

“I clear the earth and another says the land belongs to his mother. I plant my seeds, and another says it belongs to his father. My seeds grow, And he says he worked hard during the planting season. Like the lazy python, he has always had eyes on my eggs………”