The three mufugbens are, mufugbena, mufugbeneity and mufugbenous. They are words; easy to understand, difficult to define. Tough challenges need genius to define them, yet others stretch beyond intellect’s reach. Mufugben’s origin, I sought to discover, almost compelled me to wish I was a genius. I rejected the wish. It could kill me with ease, faster than sound’s speed. I have for decades heeded the advice, “Avoid taking on loads that can make me pass wind.” Well, pushing out gentle breezes I don’t mind but storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes I loathe. He or she without sin cast the first stone. I am waiting. Continue reading →