Barbarian horses
Igando Newsstands, Lagos, Sunday,March 1st ,2026.
The cooly sunset was enthralling.A broad chasm of desiderata swung up his psyche.Stratagematically,pounding his evaporating instincts for the muse of random promenade thunderstorming his elf to wince like mountain dew of a drifted downoour.
"Am off to newstand Apeja"
"Did they give money there?"his fusillade furious
"No it wields some influence a ballistic gel with the linkage diagram "
"Deceiving yourself "
"But prof.gbolahan's niece met me there plus my seasoned accountant and what about that?"
"Oh professor of law at broad street.I see.Thumb up"as black power adjusted his shirts and combed himself including moustaching."Later I LL see you."
"Am going out too.I ll be out in a jiffy"white power retorted as he banged off into the promenade through the adjoining compound onto the next street from unity street.
Quite an aimless walk seemingly every passing day in the dreary trudge to the barbarian stands for the sporadic Newsstands debate.A muted walk of thirty minutes gallivanting in the funfair of impervious morning breeze loitering in furlough of alcove- business like proper horseracing jingoist much gaudy to gravitate undue attraction.
Three birches had debated their heads prior to his arrival and shifted a cameo gravity to the sheen glow of street Colleen who had seduced him with the poisonous bite of a lover's charm.She was upset the prior day for his refusal to her entreaty.POS girl had mistakenly withdrawn and forwarded fund to a wrong account in afterwards of Black power's transaction and now billed black power to pay the bills of the unwarranted debt which he resisted.She had an axe to grind the following day to venge anger on him for refusal to amend the bills he barely knew a thing about.That was characteristically typical Nigerian bimbo and quite demeaning to venge the anger in the euphoria of morning tides.
"Alhaja have you any sheer inkling of the gravity of her tirade?"the second turbaned alhaja mouth agape in disgusting looks gobsmacked.
"So you barely knew why she had me whittle down with vengeful spite?"embarrassing look threw effrontery back at love stricken blackpower.
The turbaned second alhaja hardly replied still aghast and intermittently smiled.
"Let me tell you the POS miscalculated and forwarded fund to wrong channel and bill me instead.Something I barely knew a thing and notified me at my second return here last night.Why re female folks wanded like this and the same DNA flows through their veins?"Still she smiled and hardly utter a word and first alhaja still raged intensely as second alhaja distanced her gait to wince closer to her trade of coconut.
"I won't pay a stranger's bills"as black power joined the incremental conversation of the day where a dozen guys bombarded themselves with unreasonable barrels of rational and irrational interrogations as they glanced the daily papers to venge their ire on the editorials of the day.
"To be frank every school in the country or elsewhere in black Africa were built by foreign missionaries"the guy robed with local attire like a handful of five men rest adorned the western fabric.
"Yes I do agree with you"
"No,no,no, no."blackpower scorpioned to tongue lash them crashed this thought instantly
"Mad man why won't you have a dissenting opinion."
"Mention one of the missionaries you know?"he returned their salvo.
"Missionaries built all the schools"
"Barely anyone argues this stand.Were they not Yoruba missionaries?Now tell me their names just one"
"Keep quiet you lie a lot"
"Mention just one.Yoruba missionaries built the schools with the exception of hope waddel college in Calabar Yoruba built almost every school including King's College."
"You idiot can you keep quiet for once?"
"Has it gotten to that rash extent to demean my person?"
"Keep quiet my friend white men built the schools not Yoruba slaves.It was plainly written in the history books and we were taught in schools"a middle aged cockatoo with grey moustache scolded him.
"Okay hey they built the schools right? Now name one of them?"he insisted for the umpteenth time.Still yet in their stiffness they stiffened their nesciency even beyond stupor.
"Ignorant folks you can't even name one.If you can't at least let someone help you."
Still they raved in their savages as barbarians undiluted barbarians of the badly scissored Newsstand under hammer of astigmatism.Free readers with the subtlest peek peeled away axiom as flush of heat surged through argumentative biceps and triceps workout.Dark growl was clipped bombastic beneath burning cheeks clean shaven grits stood in awe of Soyinkaresque moustache and hairstyle with their brown eyes felt him unease and unfamiliar.Although they knew who he was "prof" as he was fondly appeared not alien to controversial debates barely lost in the heat of the barbarian rampages.
"Who is Reverend Thomas Birch Freeman "a gush of temperatured oasis of silver silence took the melange by sudden storm.
"Was he a white man or Yoruba man?"
"Of course you should know a white man by the name .I pity you . You can even discern your thoughts to be wise enough to cool down."
"You pity who?Have you read his history and which School did he built to prove his identity?"another gush of immaculate silence as they fought to swallow him alive and their breathe searching for words to fix the gaffes.With his nuances of most intuitive movements were stunned by eccentric panic.
"Birch freeman?"stammered
"Yes what did he do and which School did he found?"
As they grouch with their bursted noses,he growled at them
"Silence please!And you say you know the subject.Anyway for your information, Yoruba missionaries actually built almost all the schools.He built the first primary school in black Africa at badagry and his ilks didn't lag behind."his soaring voice amidst dead roar gave hoot into absolute pin drop dead gorgeous silver silence.Their quixotic hearts pounding like erratic pounding of the horses'hooves against the dirts and darts of the nebulous but garrulous scoundrels
