I am not particularly hot on Cyprian Ekwensi, but I love this homage to him by Ikhide R. Ikheloa. It begins with these beautiful two lines: "Deep in America's grinding labour mines, my memories hear my childhood chiming the Angelus. I pause to luxuriate in the coming pleasure of tugging at the camphor smell of mama's wrapper."
There are other great lines sown in between. Lots of treats. So, good luck in your Easter egg hunt. HERE!!!
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