Oyin Oludipe: Of Ogun, runnels and fevers [Nigerian Voices]

by Oyin Oludipe It began as jerks, turned into a tremor and then became a chorus of spasms. Metal wriggles. Lapsing route. Dead ancient omnibus. It had set forth at the crack of dawn to weather the cracks of the road. A retinue of dust and smoke flatters the small triumph, till premonition waives the... Read More