
13/09/2025
One of our regular guest writers, , is here today. Enjoy! The bus conductor’s voice sliced through the humid morning like a knife through ripe plantain. “Ibadan, la wa yi. Ile Oluyole la de yi” His Yoruba lilt was thick like extra fermented palm wine, and every syllable danced with the rhythm of a place older than memory....
One of our regular guest writers, , is here today. Enjoy! The bus conductor’s voice sliced through the humid morning like a knife through ripe plantain. “Ibadan, la wa yi. Ile Oluyole la d…