Maringo : Dead Body 90 And Other Childhood Humours - Tam Oburumu Grinning at the simultaneous memorial flashbacks of my cradled past transverses me yet to another dramatic stage in Ayakoromo, my own Soyinka's Ake. I get humorously worked up any time such reflections rewind the past to my present even at slow-pace I so desired with much irresistibility. It's soothing picking up the pieces of the dying time to smile in the midst of the solitary confinement Nigeria's evil leaders and their stupid followers have institutionalized. Aside the traditional adventures of my childhood that river Forcados partly helped to rejuvenate, there was the other side of the news, the village thugs, armed with the mystery of the NPAed Warri waterside egburuku boys. They flaunt the Warri -cornered syndrome that twilights its lineage to Sand-field one and two on the fragility of the villagers...The 80s and 90s were beneath their feet Ayakoromo unflinchingly became the market square for ...