The Upper-room and its Romance Saga by Meduoye Adeyinka
The Upper-room and its Romance Saga By Meduoye Adeyinka Like a pebble thrown in water, our national peace sinks in an unfettered manner, as she continues to ply her heinous trade in the core of the village square. She burgles into corridors – wriggles into houses – irrupts onto communities – abducting naïve and struggling souls, and then deleting her stubborn rivals in strict accordance to her command under the heavens. She wags her tail in delight, parades her feet like a squire saying “I shall continue to be the one-in-one, who is so boastful of my oriki and ostentatious in my bizarre appearance’. She prances around the courtyard, flailing her borrowed sword into the aura of mischief. This time, beating her chest unrepentantly, as the chants of her cognomen echoes aloud “I now have the key to the privy of the upper-room, since I can’t dig my sword to the sands – I can mishap in the bush, mishap at home, mishap in the farm, and yet the strong arm of j...