It had rained for seven days. The clouds let loose heavy torrents that drowned the sound of laughter and washed dead animals along bush paths. When the unrelenting downpour finally reduced to a drizzle, the villagers crawled out of their huts and squinted at the daylight. The kegs were almost empty when Ofoma, the town crier showed up. What news is that urgent? The vill.

I am so excited because this took guts.

8230; Of gods, mortals, figures and realms. She rides in a motorcade that most third world dictators will dearly envy.

You are fondling with your phone as you wait for the bus to get filled. Outside, standing by the door and shouting, the conductor is lying to attract travelers. Looking up from your phone you see a long queue of vehicles ahead. Cars going to and fro are now sharing a single lane.