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. - Amos Tutuola

Old people were saying that the whole people who had died in this world, did not go to heaven directly, but they were living in one place somewhere in this world. So that I said I would find out where my palm-wine tapster who had died was.

The brave new world that they had fought for had very easily faded into a rotten world of unemployment and frustration.

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.