{UAH} NAME THIS CHINUA BOOK "Ori oda ---bloody fool!'" AND "God's case, no appeal"

Obi slowed down as he approached three drummers and a large group of young women in damask and velvet swivelling their waists as effortlessly as oiled ballbearings. A taxi driver hooted impatiently and overtook him, leaning out at the same time to shout: ' Ori oda , your head no correct!' ' Ori oda ---bloody fool!' replied Obi. Almost immediately a cyclist crossed the road without looking back 

or giving any signal. Obi jammed on his brakes and his tyres screamed on the tarmac. Clara let out a little scream and gripped his right arm. The cyclist looked back once and rode away, his ambition written for all to see on his black bicyclebag---FUTURE MINISTER

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While he waited for the result of his interview, Obi paid a short visit to Umuofia, his home town, five hundred miles away in the Eastern Region. The journey itself was not very exciting. He boarded a mammy wagon called God's Case No Appeal and travelled first class; which meant that he shared the front seat with the driver and a young woman with her baby. The back seats were taken up by traders who travelled regularly between Lagos and the famous Onitsha market on the bank of the Niger. The lorry was so heavily laden that the traders had no room to hang 

their legs down. They sat with their feet on the same level as their buttocks, their knees drawn up to their chins like roast chickens. But they did not seem to mind. 

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Gwokto La'Kitgum