The Literary Report

This is The Rain’s Asylum, I am Eseoghene Potter and I’ll be your anchor for today’s program.
Top of our agenda today is the literary report of our correspondent Imef Awulo (not his real name) stationed 70000 leagues beneath the sea. Through the help of Akpan and the Smugglers, He has notified us of certain events threatening to tilt the balance within the country.

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The Literary Report

The women of Owu are at it again, this time, they imprisoned Obatala. He took a walk in the night but it was not yet uhuru. Eyewitness account said he kept rambling on about a dizzy angel who he met during the season of migration.
When contacted, his first wife Efua declined to comment but she could be heard mumbling the following words ‘…You people keep saying the gods are not to blame but there it is; our husband has gone mad again…’.
Shettima His kinsman and foreman in an interview granted to our correspondent revealed that from the very day he met the devil on a cross, he had borne the will to die.

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At Isara, they celebrated Kongi’s Harvest. From far and wide came healers and interpreters; men of timbre and calibre. Chairing this momentous occasion was the Lion who accompanied by his Jewel had come from Zia with love.
In his keynote address to the people of the city, eyewitness report had it that his oration was unrivalled. He said to them ” I took the famished road, I trod the burning grass. To achieve your dreams, you must set forth at dawn.”
An astonishing performance from a troupe of “madmen and specialists” who deigned to hunt the bottled leopard with an arrow of god brought the feast to a climax. An african nights entertainment, a joy to behold it was.

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Let me tell you the tale about the trials of Brother Jero. He was born without a silver spoon but i gave him a second chance at life. Prior to that, he was stuck in a season of anomy. What took place under my command was akin to a beatification; The beatification of an area boy. I named him Chief; Chief The Honourable Minister. He became a man of the people, that drummer boy of yesterday.
But what do I have to show for it? Nothing I tell you. That Black boy now has the guts to walk up to me and tell me that “my mercedes is bigger than yours” Me! Gandoki! The smoke that thunders! I’ll show him the other side of life, I’ll tell him I live a charmed life!
– Culled from The Jagaban Chronicles.

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Yesterday, I spoke to Baba Segi and his four wives. It was a telephone conversation. His seed they alleged had never made them know the joys of motherhood. Look at her said one wife of the other; a woman in her prime, her beautiful ones are not yet born. To the discerning eye, it was apparent that they were no longer at ease in his household.

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Due to censorship, our correspondent had to encode his report. He has however left trails for decoding in it. If you think you can, help us decode imefa’s message by making use of the comments box below. Happy Hunting πŸ™‚


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