There was a musician, there was an engineer, by Ekanpou Enewaridideke
THERE WAS A MUSICIAN, THERE WAS AN ENGINEER Ayebe the notorious drunkard in Ekpama village was fearless and frank in his derogatory outburst. Ebiowei had just been told by Ayebe that his entire bloodline was tainted with slavery. This could be a product of his drunkenness but heoutburst neither lurched nor slobbered which usually signalled