You ain’t down if you ain’t got the twerk. But why do white girls win cred for twerking while black girls get called “ghetto”, among other things? A case of white privilege?
If you’re one of Nollywood’s millions of fans around the world, you can’t fail to have read one of the sensational headlines in the blogosphere and Nigerian media earlier this year: “Nollywood now producing blue films”, “From Nollywood to Pornllywood”.
When you are really ready to live in Africa you take a step back, listen and learn from those who know a whole lot more than you do about the place you call home.
Do you recall watching a movie with your parents, talking and laughing, when suddenly a sex scene comes on which seems to drag on forever? That awkward silence as everyone tries to find the remote control, ashamed to be in the presence of such a scene.
Contrary to the common complaint, there are lots of eligible and available men in Africa for today’s young, modern, educated African women. So why can’t some young women find their match? There’s something else going on.
African’s middle-class – along with a huge development industry – is setting the terms of the continent’s “development”, but the central idea seems to be ‘let’s turn Africa into Europe.’ A blistering critique by Caine Prize-awarded author Binyavanga Wainaina.
Why do some of these “exposed” Nigerians rush to rationalize, defend or excuse their country’s mediocrity and ghastly performance? Writer Okey Ndibe talks low expectations for Nigeria and calling out bad leadership
Modern contemporary art from Africa has not gained significant popularity in the West until now. Now there’s a quiet explosion. There’s a growing inclination within Africa amongst the wealthy to collect art made by artists from within their culture, and there’s an increasing realisation in Europe and America that African modern art can offer quality and diversity
If you thought the idea of tourists taking a walking (or riding) tour through slums to stare at residents as if they were animals was offensive, think again. The people at Emoya Luxury Hotel & Spa in Bloemfontein, South Africa, have gone one step further.