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Our village chief paid many cowries & herds of a million cows in dowries to possess his lovely wife… but he soon banished her into the silence of the other room when she complained about his broom Alas! As the chief tended his dwindling armoury she made her bed inside the village granary & awaited his derailed attention… One by one, she ate the village yams & beans relocating both barn & granary into her stomach bins Today, the chief’s wife visited the village square her once-rectangular parts are now square! but we dare not boo or harry her… lest we be like the boy who told a tale to a blue bird & found himself in an empty jail disclaimer: this is a work of fiction about the chief of a village named after a river in a land not so far away. it has nothing to do with the country named nigeria.