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Wednesday, April 13, 2022

April 13, 2022

Challenges peculiar to self-taught in the professional space by Boluwatife Oladipo



Self-taught
Source: Google

I can't tell from afar what it means to be self-taught in a particular field of study. The problem usually is not with the term "self-taught", the primary issue is hinged on assessment and delivery. what follows usually is a question. Self-taught differs in meaning, method, and mentorship. Self-taught means to educate oneself in a particular field without the helping hand of a teacher, but with the help of resources and the internet. The above definition has been extended or paraphrased. When self-taught professionals today didn't get a mentor to teach them directly the tenets of what they are doing or learning. They relied solely on the resources made available via the distribution of information. However, this doesn't mean that self-taught individuals do not appreciate the input of teachers or instructors. It could be that they don't have any at their disposal. 


A self-taught, therefore, uses the available resources such as books, videos, articles, or journals in a particular field to widen his or her knowledge in the absence of a coach or teacher. 


A self-taught individual enjoys autonomy. In this wise, you are not placed under any pressure, especially time. You are learning at your own pace and comfort. While learning you tend to discover your weaknesses, strengths and learn how to navigate through them to achieve maximum growth in what you are learning. 

Monday, December 2, 2019

December 02, 2019

EXPENDITURES by World Barnabas



What will I offer you 
or how should the dialogue begin! 
Fate mixing with records 
a new line 
for the old moon 
mood of blood and wings 
for order and journey 
in route of totem gifts. 
Roots and plants 
leafs that grow in human memories 
and those soliciting the 
melanin of the dead 
bringing to judgment 
praise and fantasy 
soles and seeming sermon 
of unworthy existence of knob-lord. 
Conversion of confession 
to cube of sticky flesh 
hips on earth's crescent 
and pools of magnetic field 
healthy rob of oranges 
in phalanges of sensual assonance 
meeting camel of myriad jinx 
propelling pants with incantations 
reducing mutual multiplicity 
to subtraction of conscience 
into bones and fiery tears
of merciless merchants 
and gracing mat of egbére 
the banking treasury of 
rushing fame and fading constellations. 
Pepperish gnashing 
of diluted technology into 
class of clashy calabash 
forcing cowries out of the 
corridor of olókun sèníadé 
processing innerman with 
dreadlocks of affiliated Samson. 
Casino of lotus 
in sexual images of loins 
party testament 
of foregathered tomorrow 
and woods of Lamurudu's visit 
in Bayero of Goddot 
that can sing and dance 
without acoustic measure of sounds. 
Then he said: 
'I've come for balancing pace
of inks in serpentine folds 
to write on those unborn 
bamboos of golden sheets. 
In our database 
mature minds can borrow 
up to the fifth grades of souls'
machineries with semen covenant
while eating elders will shift 
teller of virtues to the sixth generations.'
Farms and its harvest 
is meant for living footprints 
while soils of nutrients 
are being shared between 
deeds and trends 
shrouds and hidden caveat 
of dead, living, and unborn. 
Backgrounds and foreplays 
are those watery panels 
that change rainbows 
to screens of monochromic attitudes 
where kings of many reigns 
plants with flourishing flowers 
seasons of crimson prophecies 
admit unethical transformation 
to relics from dashing shadows 
and skeleton of six-feet pajamas. 
I will sing of those
unexplainable melodies 
that come through the 
coloring waters from empty mails. 
I will dance bàtá 

Read more masterpiece from/by the same AUTHOR

with symphonies of àgídìgbo 
to enjoy momentary tides. 
We might come 
through the safeties in white garments 
to blend ourselves with world 
of haunted stores to negotiate 
mathematics of living peace. 
WORLD BARNABAS 

29/11/2019 
1:35 PM 





Friday, August 9, 2019

August 09, 2019

My Skit is Committing Suicide



At a backyard –there were stacks of faces facing one another in the face facing the face of the two vying fine young men exchanging words… Fisticuffs were beginning to come as their eyes were beginning to turn from red into black or so sha. The sun was seated in the sky having brought forwards more seats for the comely coming moon to exchange guard as usual. The shadows of every face have long been buried in the faces of the fading day as expected. Then there was an old lad wobbling closer, one pace then the next with his wise staff looking brokenly tired and yet knocking cracking sounds out of the earth as we know it so.

“Ah! I will kill you o… ehn ehn… na me get hanging first oooooo…” Sobbed Okafor. Na me, na me go first hang. I am the first to reach here. Am I not? Hey abi, everyone, is that not?
Come on kweep quiet! “Shouted Ola”. Oh-my-oh-my you don’t know wharisgoingon, you go no eventuarr…. Come on wharisgoingon, wait what can be going on that fit reach my own biko nu… “Interrupted rhetorically Okafor”. Both laughed boisterously with wonderment written bigly on either faces. The rope was dangling dancing to the whistling wings of winds hitting it sideways and the stool was looking at both of them expecting the first to come and go.

What about #Freesowore? 🇳🇬

Look, omo ina, I know you are ready to die like am ready too buhhhhhhh, you know, e go take time to die na, it is not kiakia the rope get your neck and the stool commot you go die o, you go choke begging for air and air no go show face, at least I no that for inside movies. Why don’t you just allow make I do mine first before before before… they… their money… the money… yeh… Wo, hmmmm… hey… hmmmmm… Wo come…. See, learn from how I die so e no go dey new to you. “Said quietly into Okafor’s left ear”.
This drama makes no sense to me fellas. “Said a bored educated face whose shoes’ have bent at different sides”. The old lad remained watching both with his eyes fixed into their dead spirits. The third character he must have been, whose part of the script was to remain mute, I guess.
Don’t be bored by this piece my dear learned fellow. There is essence in nonsense even and that is the point my people –seeing sense in all things. This man you see hanging will die committing suicide soon but could the problems life could NOT solve be solved in death? Look at how life is leaving Ola’s squeezed long. Feel the trepidation running through each of his vein and arteries. Hear the loud cries, fading voices of his shattering heart shedding tears in agony. Look at his eyes emitting regret as crimson tear glands are marching down his distorted countenance. What a beautiful ugly feeling. Isn’t it? “Expressed sorrowfully, the old lad”
Okafor, biko show; you have indeed seen how happily Ola left just now right? Alright, now every face here, draw, draw closer. My people, I beg you to draw closer, form an encirclement around me this evening and listen attentively to the words of the wise. Listen attentively to the voice of the universe. The mother earth now cries out loud, can you all not hear her sobbing? She sobs daily as glories of people are being kept in the earth to waste even before their time. She blubbers every midnight in agony because today none is ready to wait a bit more in hopes. ‘OH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THE LIFE YOU WERE GIVEN FOR FREE. IF HAPPINESS WILL NOT COME, GO AND GET IT YOURSELF –CREATE HAPPINESS FOR YOURSELF. LIVE AND LET LIVE. THERE ARE MANY BETTER WAYS TO DEAL WITH ANY PAIN, CHOOSE WISELY. YOUR OWN PROBLEMS CANNOT BE THE WORST.’ “Said the old lad slowly, lamenting…”.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

©Jodekss Gloatkenf

Friday, May 3, 2019

May 03, 2019

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Thursday, May 2, 2019

May 02, 2019

Status quo


Come to compone the cheaply trend of fine fiat to spree
Alongside the skyrocketed tags done on goods we
find it dearly disheartening at the mo
to own one kobo to buy one man's woman's mango
Town is dry and the city cannot hold
Foods are scarce and the few friendly are sickly cold
Water with our grounds when called are scared to show
and the worth of the rainfalls cannot cure this heat's flow

The governors are good; they are the processed devil
They are the white clouds holding rainstorms of weevil
They are the tall rich and pompous giants
Deriving delight as fats feeding on us ants
As tall as they are they poke the heaven loose
Set the rules for the weevils to come in and cruise
Feed on our stone-filled rice and chaff-riddened beans
To hide their big heads and fat families in their haven
Gloat us breaking frosh bread from their imported oven
And their children, children's children, friends and thugs
Take our sufferings as sport, betting on us like rugs

Revolution must come not from us but from above
Revolution must come not from above but from us
Each hand must work hard and forget the federalism that is not democratic
Each head must reason and think hard for sufficiency by being authentic
Lazy dry bones must rise and walk and work and watch
All these ladies on street's sides selling their sweet pies
must repair their zip and take up the mantle of warrior
No government cares because they said they care
As nature will always demand we eat and drink to live

Money buys food
Foods fetch money
Workers plant food
Foods are sold for money
Not working hard now and smart
Thrusts slowly, a spear to the heart.

©Jᴏᴅᴇᴋss

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

April 09, 2019

Skit


🅜🅐🅡🅨: Good! Welcome dear friend! I was just thinking about you. How much was it this time around?

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Uh! Nothing this time around.

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Nothing? And you let go without a knock. I actually learnt of no noise coming from that angle this morning. My friend, you are being too light.

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn ehn! How do you mean? Knock him and use nail to nail his back to the wall so that he can't go to work yes? Let....

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah ah! What sort of question was that? Wouldn't deceive you.

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Shuuuu! Is that so? How much did he give you this morning?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah ah! Just as always. More than enough to...

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Is that so?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Come on why emphasising this... Let's talk about something else please....

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn ehn, not so fast. Let me educate you. The money given you was the reason my husband could not give me anything today. Your husband visited again early in the morning to borrow, a...gain. Now you see why I should not k͟i͟l͟l͟ him right?

🅜🅐🅡🅨: Ah! Ehn ehn...

Ⓐⓢⓐⓚⓔ: Ehn....

Which one is Àṣàkẹ́?

©Jodekss

Friday, January 25, 2019

January 25, 2019

Tech is tearing us apart 🔞 by Jodekss Gloatkenf

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Hello! Sophistication could be a curse in a beauteous disguise
In this very age of us handling devices in their hyped prices
As those plastic steals and wired screens bewitch us
alongside the morality via the art of techno-modernity
All these curses are caused cos familiarity's imploded into anonymity
For the genesys of this technology be to keep us together or so
But nay haven't we just come together disjointedly; although
We lie so close, flesh to flesh and our hearts' beats echoing calmly beat
right into the other's with our legs crisscrossing in our façade feet
When it's all been fake for real for our relationships have grown direly dim
Oh dear, tech is the Trojan Horse presented us to thwart our rhythm!

Hallo! Toss up those devices and kick same to one side like letting love lead
Humanity once again has got to regain her affectionate feet
Lest those technology one day have breaths of their own protesting
Sending us all in spic into the hell we have cooked ourselves
Let naturalness regain its formalness yet as I spew as
humanity and machine are better living separately using machine tho'
Technology is taking over and homes are falling apart. Hello! Hello! Hello!

©Jodekss Gloatkenf

Monday, November 19, 2018

November 19, 2018

Acrostic -- NYSC by Jodekss


Nigeria, we have come comely to serve yeah
Ye our dear father land Really Relying Right
Seeking peace n' unity be as compatriots
Calling out loud: "letting let love lead's what we need."

NB:
NYSC -- NATONAL YOUTHS SERVICE CORPS.

This is a one year calendar programme every in indigene graduate of Nigeria has got to undergo by serving her before actually being recognised as a really proficient graduate within the jurisdictions of the country.

That is what Jodekss is doing just now as NYSC corp member.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

November 11, 2018

Avoid Polygamy: the Problematics of the System by Jodekss

Way back when life was really crude and simple, there were many practices which used to be normal as norms which are fair enough to consider. But today, should we not both agree that things have changed for worse? Should we not both have the commonality that as per relationship as a concerned instance here, many things seem to have changed for worse.

Polygamy in centuries ago with our ancestors used to make the family to be richer, better in social status, in popularity, in respect, etcetera as as the many the children the more the harvest at farms would be at the end. The less, the shame on the father as not being a man enough. But yet then, there were still meaner battles and wars in the system more serious than home(s) of single wife and single husband as parents. There would be reduced rate of COMPETITION and PARANOIA, the ones necessary and the ones too stupid indeed. Today, the case has only worsen indeed check. Life was never totally simple for polygamous home then, for any of them. I mean let us ask the JOSEPH to lecture us for some minutes we would understand and acquiesce. Today, the case is quite worse and depressing check.

Look, life was never simple actually in any type of family anywhere. If anyone told the other that life was simple in general that is NOT TRUE as well though it may appear a fact. I mean, people may guise the picture that life is simple in the public place in order for people to admire, but in the closets, life is quite the otherwise the same -- this we all do as members of polygamous home and I do not have a problem with that now; do I?

I do not have any joy in life being like this but who am I to decide the course of life I did not create? I always dream of life filled with peace and happiness for all and sundry but it would always be another dream dreamt under the sun which will never be realised ever for all or any family types here. It is just the art of nature with the universe -- to always struggle to make meet balance between easiness and hardship in life from our birth till we pop the cog you know? There we experience battles and wars as we advance alongside time.

When we have come to talk about POLYGAMOUS HOMES, which I have tasted and can write faction stories about, I would want us to have agreements in an instant on what are true right from the inception of the same family type or time itself:

1. A polygamous home is one that knows BATTLES AND WARS ALWAYS check.

2. Not MUCH MONEY or APICAL STATUSES of all or select-few of the family members COULD REDUCE the BATTLES AND WARS but the MERCY OF GOD only, check.

3. No amount of LOVE or BELIEF could stop FRICTIONS FROM CAUSING FACTIONS between one and the other in such system check.

I would want us to agree on these based on the facts from history and from religious documentations of polygamous system, there were battles and wars, the necessary ones and the ones sad they engaged in at different points in their times.

But why is polygamy always filled with this dark energy which would always encourage the battles and the wars?At times as one battle is being fought, another war has already begun why? There seems to always be rifts by default among the members why? There are always healthy competitions turning into unhealthy ones why? There are usually paranoia here and there in the system why? There tend to be SUPERIORITY complex in the system why? There seems to always be misinterpretations of intentions based on sentiment and instinct why? There would always be expectations which would spur missteps and condemnations why? The questions go on and on. And the happenings which birthed the questions are what reduce the love, faith and hope the members ought to have for one another as THE RATE OF SELFISHNESS TEND TO COME INTO THE MATTER OF EVERY POLYGAMOUS HOME WITHOUT US KNOWING IT AT ALL.

TODAY, polygamy in practice has lost its values, to me. The best thing ever for a man is to marry just a woman. The polygamy which defines that at least two women is good is not making but marring . Today, it does more evil than the good it would ever do. One good today but a dozen evil tomorrow.

There are many polygamous homes where the father is living with neither of the wives, who are leaving differently indifferently. Home, where the husband lives with one and the other(s) outside. There are some who dwell together but yet in asunder. There are some with which, between them, the children do not know one another let alone contact one another. There are so many, with which everything has fallen apart totally as the centre could not hold any longer. This could be possible in a family of a husband and a wife but the tendency of it being radical, is way too low or rare while it is so high in polygamy.

What I do not understand yet is that normally, the many we are, the merrier we should be as we develop in life. But polygamy is only meaning the otherwise day after day. When one thing increases by one to become two, normally, that should make one rejoice but the reverse is the case in polygamy today. Then I reasoned deeper on it, then I saw the primary cause is not really the number, but INTEREST which had been there before.

Fellow, please, as a man, marry one wife in order to have a  better chance of having peace of mind as an husband and as a father. In no condition should one wife not be sufficient for you God helping provided there is no divorce and there is no demise. Life is not simple really for any family yes, we all have our problems but trust me, problems have classes. In other words as finition, the more the wives the mightier the problems and the more difficult solving them gets for the home. I dare you not to even have the idea please!

©Jodekss

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

October 23, 2018

Survivors



Well, life's like a game. A game of choice. A game none would really teach you how to play -- the rule of the game. Everyone of us play it in different ways. We would only but win or lose. Nothing more; nothing less.

🙂And and survivors continue to look for whom to love but as you do, you'd meet some people you have to hide away from.
Well, I think, this game is a funny one actually, don't you think? I mean that we all have to play it whether we want to or not.

My resolve:

Know who you love; know who loves you and never feel bad about loving on more and more -- the best way I guess to keep on surviving fine at this game of life.

Monday, February 12, 2018

February 12, 2018

Government & Garbages

Good garbage groaning but still burnt of the matches it holds
By the fame it had had from the stench - it scolds
The effects it throws from the heart so cold
With the ways it rays, unlike no man's ever told
And the works it does from its mind reeking of filth
Loaded with junks, maggotted cans of milk, children's teeth
Swollen sheaves alongside chisels for cutting 'em
No poverty person can pass but those stainers on helm
With pale-some face, burning countenance soaked bloods on in
Pains they shield within and laughed well the other day in inn
Ways past their houses give good merits as they share rice
On the inside lies curious cry's, people's money sacked thrice
The garbage remains receptive yet
Its stench might slaughter but
Containers will live to choose soon another set.

©Jodekss Feb/12/2018 4:46 AM

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

November 08, 2017

Ill Maintained Maintenance by Omolola Afolabi

Maintenance is a private hall with bunches of buildings making it up. It is meant to entertake just female students but to nail it all on the head, it is no underemphasising calling it female students’ village. The administration therein is not far from provincial. Located at the entrance of the university, with boulevards of ornamental plants beautifying or maybe concealing  the rot that goes on in here too. Many students get stranded and become 'homeless after concluding their first years on campus {though a good number of students do not even get bed spaces as freshmen in the first place} at Angola or Mozambique halls of residence and are therefore left to find their 'squareroots' wherever they see fit.The level at which accommodation is scarce in OAU calls for desperation and everyone scrambles for whatever space available. As a matter of fact, even finding a rhino’s tooth does not pose as much difficulty as getting living spaces on our so called prestigious ivory tower.
In this desperation, OAU’s female students’ village is therefore flooded year in year out with prospective tenants. The crux of the matter and the real bone of contention that makes one furious is the state of the space which is not commiserate with the exorbitant rent the spaces are given out at. The owners make quite mammoth amount of money but offer quite infinitesimal service to the tenants (female students). When one steps into maintenance, the sight that greets one is a long winding dirt hovering around fogging your sight from seeing clearly and dusty road which is ought to be well constructed but with contours and deep holes hampering cars and 'okada' from moving freely. More so, no visible general drainage that will curb the natural occurrence of flooding and erosion. Now, structures sprout like grasses every other day, each owner trying to outdo the  other by constructing sprawling structures and by offering better facilities than the previously constucted ones. Comprador buorgeoises and very self serving capitalists  whose singular intent is maximization of profits at the expense of the students while robbing the same of their monies with their rents.
The most unpalatable experience one can have in Maitenance is to come visiting when the rains are at their utmost intensity. Of course, we cannot stop nature from doing its work, but we can learn to stop it from getting us stuck in muddy pools. The roads leading to this supposedly luxurious hostels are in utterly deplorable states, the roads become very swampy and waterlogged during incessant  rainfalls, they are far from welcoming, maybe the message they silently convey to visitors are: “stay your houses”.Walking successfully on these roads requires a pedestrian raising up trousers or long skirts, whichever case, bikemen motorists or 'okada' men seeking alternative routes or driving with expert caution wading gingerly through the puddle of muddiness.
Many female OAU students prefer living in the students’ village because it poses less security threats than residences in town,  that is outside campus. Coupled with this is the stable powers supply and its proximity to the campus area itself. It is true the university has little or no influence about policies in Maintenance and its state of affairs; and the property is only leased out for a period of time but there could be the need to look into it in order to protect the interest of her students, her stakeholders. Now that the rent has been increased in all the 15{and still counting}hostels, this calls for rectitude, extirpate interest in these hostels, a balanced increase in maintenance, welfarism and ultimately, improvement in the state of the roads so we can at least get deserving dividends for the rent our parents get through their toils and some of us, through personal hustles We also hope when the properties are passed on to the university and they are left to be overseen by the university management, we hope to see visible changes and better welfare packages as the mother hen has now taken over tending her own chicks, the hawks must sway.

About the author: 

Omolola Afolabi is an arts enthusiast,a social critic,a broadcast and print journalist and a budding academic,she currently studies at Obafemi Awolowo University. 

Sunday, July 16, 2017

July 16, 2017

Abúlé Ètàn by Jodekss Gloatkenf

Act one Scene one
[Enter]
Oba Jagunlabi, Jungunnu, Opéejíje, Jangbalajugbulu.
Crowd:
Eemo reeeeee o, Kabiyesi Come outside
Óyá, come out now o,
Wa wi tenu e…
Jangbalajugbulu:
Wait… Kabiyesi, e duro sibeyen
It is you they have issues with not me
Let me talk to them
It is my duty.
[Exit]
Oba Jagunlabi, Jungunnu, Opéejíje
Jangbalajugbulu:
[Sighs]
People… people… calm down
Ani e calm down na
What is the problem huh?
One old man from the crowd:
Wait… Enough of your pretence Jangbalajugbulu, don’t
We respect you but now it seems you have even joined those rubbers
The crowd:
[Shout]
He has joined them.
One old man from the crowd:
E calm down na.
Ani e calm down… Let us be calm and things shall come to light.
Another rugged voice from amidst the crowd:
[Shriek]
Shut up!
You, shut up!
Who are you to tell us to calm down?
Kuro…
Look here chief, we are active-minded indigenes of this big village and we are no tomfools. Go in. Tell the Oba Jagunlabi to come out now and tell us how much he or they or whoever bought the òkò.
Crowd:
[Shout]
Abi o… who needs it!
Thieves. Yéyè…
Jangbalajugbulu :
Jungunnu, don’t just stay there calm looking like Èfó… Help talk them down na…
Ahem!
E take it easy. Let us be civil, please na. About what was bought, I can exactly tell you I know nothing about it.
[Re-enters]
Ah… ah…
Kabiyesi o… Kaaaaara o le o…
I thought I told you not to come out. I am handling this.
Oba Jagunlabi:
[Hisses]
It does look like the opposite.
Go away, I’ll take it from here…
Ahem!
Good, great and ever conscious people of Abule Ètàn.
I am sorry for delaying you this far. I had to see the geography of the palace.
I will answer every of your question but would like to start with the hottest one. I can see your faces boiling hot.
Okay, the ókó [we] bought at 29 cowrie.
Crowd:
That small infertile land… Yeh…
[Crowd began climbing the scaffold] [shouting]
But Opéejíje, he said… 25 cowrie…
[Exit]
Oba Jagunlabi, Jungunnu, Opéejíje.
Crowd:
[Sing]
Awa o ni gba
Awa o ni sun
Awa o ni wo…
Awa o ni gba
Awa o ni sun
Awa o ni wo…
Awa o ni gba
Awa o ni sun
Awa o ni wo…
Abule Ètàn
Act one Scene Two
[Enter]
Gbòungbòun, Igbáládogí, Akòkò.
Igbáládogí:
Good morning everyone here
As this is a formal gathering, let us try and be formal…
[Shouts from the crowd at the market square]
Please… please… please… let us maintain decorum
One house please…
Thanks.
I… Igbáládogí, your humble representative… am here now to do exactly as you have sent
This matter is not the only one at hand, you’d know.
Crowd:
[Exclaim] Yes…
One of the few adult in the village:
Yes… that witch must be dealt with too o.
Olé ni…
“Like husband like wife”
Igbáládogí:
We cannot just deal with anyone without following and or consulting the oracles.
Crowd
[Shout]
We have done that…
Igbáládogí:
Where was I?
Gbòungbòun, Akòkò, where was I?
Akòkò: At that moment…ahem… ehn…
Igbáládogí:
What is all this ehn? Just go on, tell me, where was?
Akòkò:
Awe…right. Three meetings held right after you were beaten into coma.
Igbáládogí:
I was down for days real? Whoa…! wait… wait… getting the flahes now…
I was beaten and done close to death where a snake climbs a sign post for pills.
Igbáládogí:
I told that before sir…
Aye… you were in sick bed.
Oya o sha, don’t just sit down there…
Gbòungbòun, Akòkò:
You are the one still having the floor na…
Thoughts from among the crowd:
[Aside]
The gods are being nailed to earth
By bigger gods, o, or by the checkers in their declaring wigs
The youngs to come here in disarray
And past god we worshipped is being bunt on the way.
Gbòungbòun:
[Chuckles]
Ahem… These are the troubles filed against her majesty
She should show up lest she should be dealt with
Any hands for this should be cut
Any hands stain from you all here at the market square must remain forever tucked.
Mm…
Appearing… appearing… she’s to come and answer these questions… when she appears. She must…
Why she had take our cowrie and lavish it selfishly for kangaroo services ah!
Another voice from the crowd:
Beat her to stupor…
Beat her as we beat the king…
Beat her… chastice her at her butt…
Female rubber…
Crowd:
Female rubber…
Female rubber
Female rubber…
Female rubber
Female rubber…
Thronging crowd:
Gbòungbòun…
Female rubber…
Female rubber
Female rubber…
Female rubber
Female rubber…
[Shouts continue]
Ehn hey…! He’s passed out o…
Some voice from among the crowd:
Carry him again, he is weak too…
We shall continue to take our left
Tell him to wake up
Give him a hot slap
Pour him hot water
Overly cold water or some scary shouts…
Wake him and make him explain…
[Enters]
Opéejíje
Opéejíje:
Let us be civil… I…
The leader from the left:
Shut up.
The sitting had had you held dangling for 2 moons…
If guilty of the so called ókó you and your king had.
That would be very bad
For judgment shall role its dirty wrath side on you both next.
Leave us…
[Exits]
Opéejíje…
Thoughts out loud from among the crowd:
The good old god is about being nailed in a bad land
The good god who’s mighty hands fed us well to give vast life, hope and living sessions to run….
Other gods are to be blamed. They are not to be blamed. Things like this takes time. At times moons to shine many nights and sun to grow thousands of maize for towns.
Mm…
The king and his purse on hold.
The gods we fear and perhaps loved before rested on the quizzing words of checkers…
Abule Ètàn under ètàn as usually.

Act one Scene Three
[Enter]
Ìyàlapèrè, Jangbalajugbulu, Jungunnu
Ìyàlapèrè:
Jungunnu… Ah! I don’t seem to grasp how the oracle thinks… He was not around and his acolytes took charge for him abi beeko ehn…. Sòrò now Jungunnu?
How many cowrie did I collect sef….
Is it not to breathe blessings and bliss and cleanse our new servants?
Talk at this juncture… This one ehn that you are as somber as dead brook is becoming something else jare…
Ah ah, mo think pe you know how to argue ni na ah ah!
Argue na… Abba ah ah ehn!
Jangbalajugbulu:
Wo… take it easy!
Wo… we will have to go together nani. You have to come now face the Oracle again… ehn!
Leave him let hi…m…
Jungunnu:
Eduro jor…
E wa, ki le fi mi pe gan na…
Sey that I did, no, that I am doing critical topics and arguments in our first moon means I must contribute in what you caused ehn?
Look here, I know what I am doing and I am not going beyond my office as people did try and put me there to…
Ìyàlapèrè:
Gbe gbogbogbogbogbogbo gbogbo enu e soun jor… Alailojuti alagbada osi, ole funfun….
Ehm, thank you jare for your words.
Jangbalajugbulu:
Eh, did you hear that?
[Exit]
[Re-enters]
It is about our past gods o…
The immediate one before the god over us today.
Jungunnu:
So… ehn ehn ki wani?
They are to cut take away his shrine away from our town.
He doesn’t merit that. The god is a good one and life went on well with us then as we all knew.
Jungunnu:
So… ehn ehn ki wani?
Jangbalajugbulu:
[Hisses]
Ehn…
Let us sha go, the three of us. Let us not keep the oracle waiting too long lest he…
[Exit]
Ìyàlapèrè, Jangbalajugbulu
Jungunnu:
Awon alakoba osi…
You want to implicate me ehn
Critically I have seen through these darkly lights
There would be nothing she can do even if she fought fights
Fights very well for her rights she shall put to rest
Mm… investigation is still boiling on.
Should the food be done and there is a bit poison in the taste.
Then the ókó we got shall come to halt and our reign shall commence to be irrealis abi…
Me I like this robe o ish…
[Exits]
Jungunnu
[At the palace of the oracle with all his bits of powers there]
[Noise]
Hello, you, you and you. Be calm and we shall get to the bottom of tall this…
A voice not belonging to the Oracle’s power:
Yay… this is the garnering of vipers and chameleons taking the charge of ropes
To help the the poor like us be and have our tattered wears
Upon which we lay them for fun. Chameleons came comely having loaded high and shite on them again to make bad the worse
And as we wear them the vipers crawl out and gaze into our houses in the mid of the night and bite us all down
Making us all satisfied with venom's vile's worth.
Young bananas who whom he nurtured till maturity came upon them so
The bananas we buried in the soils to feed upon they pluck and eat to aught
And the remnants they smash into bits and boo us to the face to come back.
You have to understand.
[Exit all but the voice]
[The voice continues]
Another thief with three hollows down there has been put to sopor
And noises of confusion crawl in and continue to crack the grounds and floors for the future now.
And with our gods. The past gods I mean.
To do good is good as you would have seen
It is different to be there, just there and poured contempt like yaw
But fervour has found its course around Elú, god’s jaw
As the procession of the world worked their various paths to meet like 1
And shame cruises the devil’s back as he later won
Let us leave God of god curse the universe to turn into water and fire
And fire every head, little or much, 1 or bunches wanting to spoil his retire.
[Exits a voice not belonging to the Oracle’s power]
To be continued…
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