proverbs are
proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten
the Festival
the Festival of the New Yam was held every year
they talked about everything
they talked about everything except the thing for which they had gathered
all their
all their customs are upside-down
everyone knew
everyone knew then she would live because her bond with the world of ogbanje had been broken
most communal ceremonies
most communal ceremonies took place at that time
the people of the sky
the people of the sky thought it must be their custom to leave all the food for their king
it was the one
it was the one he would present alive to his in-laws
he then installed
he then installed his personal god and the symbols of his departed fathers
you must take him
you must take him to salute our father
it is not our custom
it is not our custom to fight for our gods
yam always
yam always came first