A Singer In The Make Up Fola’s introduction…Fola’s dream of empowerment Fola quickly cleaned the table before her mother arrived. She knew that she could get angry with her for leaving crumbles of bread on Read More
Jul 212010
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Jul 182010
At our village, debates erupted about who would become the next Chief as our beloved Chief passed away. Mama told me at nighttime: ‘A chief was elected to represent his people in the village. The Read More
Jul 132010
At midnight, the stars where shining above the huts which were formed in a circle. The moon took the shape of an arc. The village was fast asleep. Only my grand-mother was awake. She was Read More
Jul 092010
The full moon is shining on top of our sleeping village. ‘Oinka, Oinka come out our forth fathers have shown me a great treasure in my sleep. Let’s dig it from the earth’, whispered mama Read More
Jul 032010
Fear is nothing I was five when my grand-mother taught me about courage. It was quiet in the village. Everyone was asleep. The stars were shining above the hut. After mama told me stories about Read More
Jun 302010
Titilayo splashed an egg on herself. She then went to the bathroom and recited the incantation the babalawo had given her to repeat, whilst the egg dried on her naked body. She didn’t speak to Read More
Jun 272010
Mama Shola wrapped her asho angrily around her head, as she did so she pounded the yam vigorously. Who did Baba Tunde take her for? They had been married for over 60 years. She knew Read More
Jun 252010
Mama spoke to me under the moon. She said to me: – My dear child. Our forth fathers have spoken to me during my sleep. They have told me that humans no longer love each Read More
Jun 242010
Aunty Ramota insults “Sarra!” “Sarra!” “Saaaarraaaaa!!!” “Yes aunty Ramota?!” “Wa bi bai.” I ran to meet aunty on the balcony. “Is that you who used my nail varnish and painted the wall?” she asked. No Read More
Jun 232010
There was a big fight in the village between a husband and his wife. She was crying and he was insulting her: – You are a useless woman. You can’t cook. You can’t do anything. Read More
Jun 212010
It was night when Mama Aba asked me to join her in her hut. The moon was shinning. I felt sleepy but agreed to her invitation. On her wooden mat, there was laid coral beads Read More