Because I'm always in a lot of pain because of Fibromyalgia, sleeping/dreaming is an escape for me. I travel, fly without care. Vivid dreams are also a side effect.
But so is memory loss. I'm in a race against my brain...
Parts of my memories are vanishing completely. So I paint to remember the beautiful things I see in my dreams, before my brain destroys it.
Phew.
Okay, here it is! Dream With Me.
Welcome to my world!❤
Nigerian feminists, know that you're doing something right. These people wouldn't be investing so much time and energy into discrediting you if you had no impact.
Keep doing you. Dem boiz is scared.
No. Nigerian feminists are not 'misandrists'. Words have meanings.
There is nothing wrong with Nigerian feminism.
We know what feminism is about. We have to live in one of the most misogynist countries in the world.
Nigerian feminists are fighting for women everywhere.
That women who want to stand up for themselves need to clarify that "I'm not a feminist but..." tells you they've been successful in tainting it.
Of course the patriarchy will push back. You're demanding a system that benefits some people be dismantled. Of cos they hate it.
My mum told me the most harrowing story yesterday, about how a favourite customer of hers came to visit her here in Lagos, 3 weeks after he died in the east.
He visited not just her, but a neighbour he's friend with, down the road. Same day.
I'm still shook men.
So I went to see my mum yesterday and my dad was saying, "won't you tell her of the dead man who came to visit you?"
Me I was just wait, what's going on?
Na so mumsie started her story. A regular of hers, who she hadn't seen in a few months, came to eat fist week of December.
My mum has this thing where she knows what her regulars like, no matter how long ago they came to eat.
So after greeting this man, Chris, she served him his regular food. My elder brother, who lives across the road from her shop, and also knows the man, came around.
Can we talk about the Nigerian tradition of families saddling women with the job of raising their sons?
A family sees their son is lazy and not doing well, or is just a general layabout, so they arrange marriage to some unsuspecting woman, claiming it 'will make him serious'.
And because of the already existing pervasive idea in our society that any husband is better than no husband, these usually enterprising young women end up hitched to people who are too lazy to lift a finger to do much for themselves and their family.
Sometimes it might even be their own families who have arranged these marriages for the women. They will go out of their way to look for women who are hard working or doing well, hoping to make sure that their sons are taken care of, or that the wife's ways 'will rub off on him'.
I want to do a thread of the similarities between Nigerian Christianity and African religions but I'm hungry and I don't know if I have energy for the insults that will follow.
And screw it. Here goes...
Wasn't Christianity started on top of a human sacrifice?
In the Jewish traditions before Christianity, and which Christianity directly flowed from, blood sacrifices were a required part of the worship.
This was why, when Abraham almost killed his son (horrifying story, that), he eventually replaced him with a ram.
This was why when Jesus was killed, the idea was, rather than a million lambs killed every year, he was the one lamb who would replace all sacrifices, so that if you were a Christian, you wouldn't need one anymore.
So Jesus, in his human body, was killed to birth this religion.
Probably one of the hardest things about raising a boy in the Nigerian society, is how much I'm forced to be hyper vigilant about safeguarding his emotional wellbeing from other people's influences, based on what THEY think a boy should be.
A thread.
I think I've talked in the past about how emotional my son is. He cries very easily, has a lot of anxieties about unfamiliar situations (and some times familiar ones).
As you know, boys are not supposed to cry. I let mine cry. And I tell him crying is allowed.
Many hate this.
At least once a day, someone will tell him some version of,"Why are you crying like a girl? Don't you know you're a boy? Boys don't cry."
Which I always loudly respond, "D, cry if you feel like. Crying is allowed."
I'm used to getting weird looks for it. Short hair don't care.