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Baba Alagbada

Agbada billowing like a campaign banner caught in the Harmattan wind. His followers drumming announce his arrival long before his ideas do. Don’t mind Kùnrùn-bẹ̀tẹ̀, kùnrùn-bẹ̀tẹ̀! The crowd erupts, not because they have heard anything profound, but because noise has always mistaken itself for substance.