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- Title: Letters from Kogi (Fictional Work)
- Author : Witness
- Release Date : January 01, 2009
- Genre: Language Arts & Disciplines,Books,Professional & Technical,Education,
- Pages : * pages
- Size : 49 KB
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Lokoja, Kogi The longer you wait for someone, the more important he must be. In the gubernatorial hall, my colleagues and I wait an hour for the cabinet to arrive. Another hour for the governor, who is actually governor, prince, and millionaire in one person, a power trinity. Your Excellency, Messiah of Kogi State, I crave your indulgence to intimate, the court emcee begins, and I know there is no escape. I am marooned for the duration. Protocol demands a strict order of introduction, starting with the least important, growing longer and longer until only the governor himself remains. At the reception, a cabinet minister pumps my hand. We are sograteful that you white professors have come, he smiles into the reddening mask of my face. The ghost of empire is everywhere, even in the bread. White, fine-crumbed, sweet as wedding cake, the square slices float to our table on a silver platter with tea at every breakfast. Until the governor bids his aide fetch us for a function, we are captives, a harem of child brides starved for love. Flanked by armed MOPOL guards, we are paraded in public, then returned to the confines of the palace. Once, I slip outside to watch a sunset. Right before my eyes, the sky ripens like warm fruit. Then, something starts eating it--a silent horde of flying foxes winging toward their nocturnal feeding, an exquisite plague. Late at night I lie in my private chamber and watch African satellite TV: South African CNN, a soap opera with xrv-positive lovers in a bantustan, followed by a cop show in Afrikaans. On the Nigerian channel, the breaking news is an heiress's birthday party in Lagos, music courtesy of King Sunny Ade and his African Beats. Usually I fall asleep watching; it drowns out the sounds from the adjacent room, where Mr. Innocent Chukwu sits like a chieftain fingering his beaded cane until a servant girl taps on his door. And when I wake hours later, the television's white noise sounds like awaterfall, like hundreds of bullfrogs croaking one, one, one, in hoarse unison, over and over.
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