Tag: Ibadan

11Sep

The Gathering Storm

Moria and Mulika begin their journey. A journey that will take them from Ibadan through Akanran to Ijebu-Igbo to interview and obtain information about Agbekoya from those who are still living and have first account of the story
12 mins read
10Sep

Seven Hills and Second Chances

As Moria reconnects with familiar streets and childhood landmarks, her bond with Mulika deepens, revealing painful truths and shared resilience. Their stay at the Premier Hotel becomes a sanctuary for reflection, laughter, and healing, where Mulika’s trauma is met with compassion and a promise of renewal. Beneath the surface lies a story of rediscovery—of a city, of friendship, and of the courage to begin again
8 mins read
09Sep

Big problems start small

Though Moria had always known that fate had placed her and Mulika on separate paths, her warm welcome hadn’t driven home the reality of their divergent lives. It wasn’t until she stepped into Mulika’s room that the differences became painfully clear. The difference between Mulika’s living conditions and her own comfortable Massachusetts life was immense. Life, she was sure, had dealt her a far gentler hand. And here they were, years later, reunited by the very story that had changed their lives in different ways, a story Moria was only now beginning to grasp fully.
11 mins read
08Sep

The Return

Twenty-seven years after, Moria arrives Ibadan to revisit the event that changed her life permanently. As unfortunate as the event was, it gave her the remarkable life she now has
6 mins read
03Sep

Prologue

Moriamo, a spirited young girl living in Ibadan during the late 1960s, begins her day as usual — awakened by her mother to help with their thriving food business before school. However, her routine is violently disrupted by the Agbekoya uprising. As chaos erupts, Moriamo flees in terror, injuring herself in the process. Caught in the crossfire of history, she experiences firsthand the fear and confusion of civil unrest, her life forever changed by a moment she never saw coming
5 mins read
08Jun

A Thousand and One Incisions

I would get woken up and, looking at the staircase, would see my father with his left hand resting on the rail, his right hand holding his chin with his eyes looking at me from the distance. His look was intense as if saying “come child”. A few times I had woken up those sleeping next to me, pointing at the staircase and shouting “Daddy is here”, but like those with Paul on the road to Damascus, they saw nothing and cautioned me to stop disrupting their sleep.
5 mins read