Ibadan must mean "mercy" for whenever I want to entirely allow the depth of
my relevance be made known through my experiences in Atlantis and D.C., I think
about how it would sound to someone reading this who went to school with me in
Buffalo. A bit crazy, I imagine. They wouldn't know what it means to have
walked with the hosts of heaven. But then culture is not native to everyone.
I represented the Oba in D.C. and caused air traffic problems for three days.
Or so the lore goes. There's actually no precise story about Dulles. In all
records, by now, it is just a black hole of symmetric data. But if it sounds
looney to someone reading from U.B., how about someone, like, for example,
Baba, the two of them, how would it sound to them. They would say "Gaga Ekeh..."
Their eyes would roll down history's lane to the precise day we met last and they
would smile at that Nigeria and wax nostalgic about a time when they believed that
those days could come back. Today it is not depression that has set in but the
realization of inferiority. Africa just could not do it. Just did not have
the talent to manage its infrastructure wisely. Pipe borne water and
electric power supply--the fundamental perequisites for a modern nation and its
people, will remain nothing but concerts and adoptions by white people. The
African cannot fish. And here is Gaga Ekeh, speaking
of what... what on earth is he talking about? It is why I restrain m'self...
Thursday, March 15, 2007
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