“A power hungry class of army arrangements Stealing money in my country’s plight A soldier pretending to be a politician” (Nneka, Singer) It is becoming apparent that the troubles in certain parts of the world are no longer a “They” problem but an “Us” problem. Just for clarification I’m not talking about the SARS pandemic but …
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The reason I woke up each day during my adolescent youth especially through the university hustle was because of the battle I had with my hair. I can fondly recount showing up to my lecture with a wig down to my shoulders and then with a buzz-cut in the next day’s tutorial session. Ahh fun …
It takes a lot more than a T-shirt with empowering words or symbols to convey just how painful the hard-knock reality is, that black people endure on a constant basis. A T-shirt you can take off, heck when it gets dirty you can even wash it, make it clean; pure, crisp again. My skin, not …
Picture-perfect Lagos with its bustling city markets, ear-aching honking of cars in deep traffic, the sweet dense air and ‘honest’ exchanges on the street. Nothing’s changed. Life swept by in a flash whilst in my uncle’s car, except when we arrived at the place which I call home, for a moment everything seemed still. All …
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