
Nuances: On choice and Servitude
My grandfather was the head of masquerades in Ivianokpodi of Agenebode, Etsako East, in Edo State. He was a happy man. He spoke English, and I often wondered how he learned the language, especially as…
Personal memory and collective history—what we remember, forget, and inherit.

My grandfather was the head of masquerades in Ivianokpodi of Agenebode, Etsako East, in Edo State. He was a happy man. He spoke English, and I often wondered how he learned the language, especially as…

"Mummy, did you bring back burial rice?" That was always our first question whenever my mother returned from a funeral. She would barely be through the front door before my siblings and I crowded arou…

Frustrated by a car part that keeps breaking in his computer design, a university student visits a traditional Yoruba blacksmith in the ancient parts of Ife. The old artisan teaches him that iron has a "memory" and will eventually snap if it is forced to bend with violence rather than shaped with care. The student realizes that this ancient wisdom is the exact same concept his modern textbooks teach, showing him that his African ancestors were master problem-solvers long before the digital age.

“Life is an accumulation of moments, and moments are hardly repeated.”

I am a questioning woman in a world that celebrates certainty. In my search for answers, I found not just history, but a reflection of my own thoughts in another time.