Now, as the story has been popularized already at the time of writing this, I would spare you the moment by moment details of the situation but give a brief. The U.S.A on the order of its supreme leader launched a missile attack on the Chief Commander of the Iranian Military in Iran based on intelligence, and yea this launched General Soleimani’s soul to the afterlife. Now let us pause for a sec, on first knowledge of this I thought; “Is this legal”, “Should a country be permitted to do this to another country”, “Are there no international laws that regulate these sort of acts”, “murderers” etc.
I’ve been warned several times about my thoughts, words and “claimed complexities”. My tenacity towards female empowerment, justice and never ending hatred for misogyny has also been judged by many.
So, I took a step towards entering the competition. The theme of the competition appeared quite cultural and I was one with a flair for my culture. I love the Yoruba culture. I feel a certain kind of joy to represent with the Yoruba people. Trust me, they amuse you more than they abuse you.
I never knew many African authors. Aderemi and I would gosh over Wole Soyinka’s books and a few others (mostly older people), but I didn’t know the new creative spirit that had evolved.
Lace dresses are for inaugurations or formal events (says the voice inside my head), but mama’s going to wear it anyway! So, in other to get myself fully prepared for any form of atmosphere, I put on a short sleeve lace dress made by Tash Apparel, simple ballerina flats and a matching headband to vibe with all the positive energy I was already giving off. Nothing prepared me for what was going to come after…
I tried tracing Activism to as farback, as the first democratic rule in Nigeria. I also laid down some notable changes in the trend of activities and response by the Government.