BLACK FEATHER.

A story was told to me once of a very lazy man. He was so lazy you could see it in the way he walks and smell it on him whenever he passed. Jekun as he was fondly called aspired for nothing and sought no greatness. Everything defeats Jekun most especially a plate of foo-foo with vegetable soup.
Now, Jekun's village was about to wage war with a much stronger village. Jekun knew he would not be called to war because they know he is a lazy man; he also knew his village will lose and all men will be killed and the women and children enslaved. So he devised a way to escape this fate when eventually his village loses  the war.
Jekun went to see a powerful juju man. The juju man told him to bring a pure white fowl devoid of any other colour. So he could made Jekun a charm that will make him disappear into any object he hits.
On market day, Lazy Jekun went to the market very late. He searched and searched and could not procure a totally white fowl. Not long after, Jekun saw a white fowl but with a single black feather; he was famished and tired so he plucked out the one black feather and took the fowl to the juju man.
The medicine was made and when eventually war came to Jekun's town. Jekun was chased from his house by three strong men with the single aim of killing him.
Jekun ran and when he got to a big fat ìrókò tree, he hit it and poof, he disappeared. Disappeared except for a piece of his cloth hanging out of the ìrókò tree. This gave the men clue as to where Jekun is. They hacked the tree down and hacked Jekun to death.
Lazy Jekun dead, just because of a single black feather.

Written by Sẹ́gun Solomon Longe.