We lift the King's umbrella higher than men but it never pushes the sun in the face. - Wole Soyinka

God rot your coward bones! Do you think not enough people die here that you must come and threaten me with death. You spurious spew. You instrument of mortgage. You unlicensed appendage of the steering wheel...

Today, the constituency of fear has become much broader, far less selective.

Because he could not bear to let honour fly out of doors, he stopped it with his life. The son has proved the father Elesin, and there is nothing left in your mouth to gnash but infant gums.