"So Yaradua goes to Israel on an official trip. He gets sick there and dies. His entourage is told, 'Well, you've got two options. Your president was a Muslim and so must be buried quickly. We can bury him here at no cost to you since he was our guest, or you can take his corpse home but that would cost a lot. Thousands and thousands of dollars.' Yaradua's men beg for a few hours to think about it. Five hours later they come back to the Israelis. 'Well?' the Israeli president asks. The head of the entourage clears his throat and says, 'Your offer is very generous but we'll turn it down. Thing is we all know the story of the famous someone, the son of a carpenter, who was buried here and who rose after three days. We don't want to take that risk!'"

Chika Unigwe Dutch print fiction short fiction