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…
Poetry has obviously become a creative and acceptable way of expressing emotions, ideas, concepts and opinions. However, after featuring some poets on this blog, there is going to be a season for selection of the most outspoken poet.
This selection shall be done by the tribesmen with a poll on twitter where, decisions and preferences would be made. Poems do not necessarily have to be posted on the blog but could be tagged to the Instagram account for a specific period of time.
“The play opens with Elesin Oba, a local village chieftan as he walks through the local market, followed by a praise-singer. The king has died recently, and, as a horseman to the king, Elesin is to commit ritual suicide so that he may accompany him to the afterlife.