Twenty minutes later, he let his eyelids split a quarter open and noticed a staircase going up to the third floor. This was the only house in the row that had an extra level, and the path had led him here. Of course, this had all been a massive cosmic troll job. Ben fully expected to walk up those stairs and find a giant papier-mâché middle finger waiting for him.

It is in part this epochality that leads to Jeyifo's proleptic postcolonialism. However this was in no small part because the epochality of the nation took shape under the aegis of a decolonization process that then succeeded in elevating the struggles and sacrifices of political elites against colonialism to the level of an ontological necessity and thereby projected them as the privileged subjects of representation.

When the show-down came, the other players informed him he had lost. One man had turned up a 2-4-6-8-9 of varied suits. ¶ That, they all exclaimed, is a Lollapalooza. It beats anything—even a Royal Flush.

Why then should man, teasing the world for grace, / Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed?