I was seven years old before I understood the meaning of ‘bad’ and ‘good,’ because it was at that time I noticed carefully that my father married thr… - Amos Tutuola

Are not thousands of these heroes still roaming about Lagos and the Provinces in search of the wherewithals of life?

But I did not know that all that I was thinking in mind was going to the hearing of the inhabitants of these three rooms, so at the same moment that I wanted to move my body to go the room from which the smell of the African’s food was rushing to me […] there I saw that these three rooms which had no doors and windows opened unexpectedly and three kinds of ghosts peeped at me, every one of them pointed his finger to me to come to him.

This old man was not really a man, he was a god and he was eating with his wife when I reached there . . . I myself was a god and juju-man.