If this writing thing doesn’t work out I might be joining Il Divo (those guys look like they get laid a lot) and be taking groupies back to my hotel room for umpholokoqo. Or I might just start a church and get rich quick instead of dying trying…
Michael Brown, a young black man, is dead. The man who killed him, a white policeman, will not be punished. Because in America, white is always right, and the use of deadly force against black people is an almost unquestioned part of American modern culture.
How have we bred the sort of monsters that can strip a woman in the streets when we come from a fairytale history of women wearing little more than a piece of cloth to cover your groin area?
The continuous existence of black people is a political act, and after Ferguson I can no longer separate my feminism from my political fight against the racism inherent in western societal structures towards people of colour.
An exhibition in Lagos highlights the importance of aso-oke, the premier fabric in Yoruba land. Artist Tunde Owolabi spoke to Oris Aigbokhaevbolo about the importance of preserving culture and associated skills before the Chinese get involved.
Everyone hates stereotypes: ‘generalisations about people which are false, totally unacceptable but often true’. We know what white people say about black people in the privacy of their quarters, and we say our shit about whites when we’re on our own.