History sometimes be like tálé-tálé — a story passed from one mouth to another. By the time it reach our turn, truth don already bend small. You know as Yoruba go talk, “oro tí kò ṣẹlẹ́ sí ẹ, bó bá dé ẹnu ẹlòmíràn, ó máa dín kàn, ó máa pò kàn.” Meaning, a story that didn’t happen to you will always lose or gain a word when retold
That’s how our history too don turn some parts true, some parts like fairytale. Still, it carries our roots, our pride, and the memories of where we come from. Even if it’s mixed with myth, itan wa ni, and it deserves to be heard
Yeah for my side they will say "Oro okere, Biko din kan, a Le kan.
And yes by the time it gets to our turn, I hope it bends alone and not been evacuated totaly