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I heard my grandparents and parents, particularly my mother talk about Egwu ìkpè. I didn’t meet the era, but from their description of the once popular folklore, it was a beautiful way of sending messages through remarkable euphemism. It was a community’s lyrical mission, delivered with scientific precision to the owners in morsels of smooth parables. They enjoyed it, but mother said it was not because it was plain sweet per se to tear down fraudulent empires, as there were stranded, innocent victims. However, it was a constant reaffirmation to the high and ordinary folks alike that there is joy in integrity and that justice is blind.