At midnight earlier today, 12.55am to be precise, Bunmi asked me to write him a story. He had posted a love poem on Facebook just at the stroke of midnight to mark the Valentine’s Day, a habit he repeats on all the holidays. It was a moving poem written in colourful language that followed his […]
Yorubas are dirty. There are many racial stereotypes in Nigeria, ranging from the benign to the disgusting and sometimes we meet folks who reinforce these stereotypes while there are others who turn these stereotypes on the head, shake them thoroughly and kick them out of the room… Let’s take a pause here.
A large part of my childhood and early teenage was lived in a Pastorium, in Oyo Town, Nigeria. It is situated in a large compound that also houses a huge auditorium (it doesn’t look as huge anymore to my grown up eyes). Like many big churches it has a lightning conductor at the top, and the engineers […]
In Yoruba land there are occurrences we refer to as ‘Afowofa’ meaning ‘Self-inflicted’. People who visit prayer houses would be familiar with its derivative ‘Ogun Afowofa’ which roughly translates to ‘Self-inflicted problems’. While the situation I’m about to describe is not a problem in the strict sense of the word, it would not have materialized […]