Dear seekers of wisdom,
“Ọ̀rọ̀ bí ẹyin; tí ó bá fọ́, kì í tún kó jọ.”
Words are like eggs; once they break, you cannot gather them back.
In the market of Òsá Ìwòrì, a wind rose without warning. Stalls shook. Cloths fluttered like birds trying to escape. A trader, nervous, blurted, “The king is dead!” People ran. Mothers grabbed children. Prices crashed. Be…
