A Blurry Journey, By Victor Ehikhamenor
Woman, your child is wailing and your vegetables are dying. I can see you but you can’t see me. For N 15,000,...
Woman, your child is wailing and your vegetables are dying. I can see you but you can’t see me. For N 15,000,...
My dear love, I have no other way of calling you but by the very name that bring great men...
I am back from church. It is noon on Sunday and the hammering has ceased. The carpenter is done. I...
I don't know at what age Soyinka wrote poetry to his first white hairs, but it must have been exhilarating...
Growing up in my village in Nigeria, my friends and I had a favourite game. We called it Asesebhor —...
We Nigerians name our years, but not like the Chinese who name their years after animals. God forbid bad thing....
A man has two scorpion tails that must never be stepped on barefooted – his mother’s reputation and his religious...
I grew up under my grandfather's ancient pear tree in the Nigerian village of Uwessan. The tree's roots were massive...
Lately, I have been drawn into the affairs of the Vatican like a flirtatious butterfly to sweet smelling nectar. I...
Last Sunday was Superbowl in America, and if you missed it I am sorry and if you don’t know what...
Victor Ehikhamenor delivers one of his best, a satirical inaugural speech Obama would have delivered, as a Nigerian politician. Vice...
Congratulations, I heard they finally gave you American visa after five years of praying and fasting, gathering documents from bank to bank...
another satiric piece from Victor Ehikhamenor on materialism in Nigeria
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