You forcefully open the double doors to your room to see your reflection in the large spotless mirror staring at you, as you try to avoid the Master. Your image kills the mustard seed of hope you have been trying to nurture – your eyes exhausted from too many tears. Your lips are chapped, and the glory of your skin is in the past - your beautiful skin as your mother would remark. You wonder if it’s because of its fairness or the hairless sight of it, or the chubby feeling when touched. And then you reckon the eyes of your mother are not yours. Your beauty lies in your freedom, you think to yourself. You affirm that you don’t belong here, not in this castle with grey walls, lofty ceilings, and heavy brown curtains. Not viewing ancient paintings of wars. Not on a bed for a crowd and certainly not wearing these expensive clothes too pure to smear. You recall the first day of your arrival at your new home. You were greeted by a servant who avoided your eyes as he bowed his head and sai...
OUR SOAP IS IN US “We should be participating in all sports at the Olympics. We have different states known for their gifts. Some can swim and paddle, many can race, some are from hilly states and can be trained, some can wrestle as it is part of their festivals, others can...” “Abeg na who go cut soap for me I dey find. All these can…can…can… you are saying is a far cry. Even if we are given 10 years to prepare for the games it will not be enough. How many swimming pools do you have in your state, talk less of all local government areas? Did you hear the name of the swimming grounds at the Olympics? It is called Tokyo Aquatics Centre; aquatic animals fit camp there no shaking! The pools I have seen in this side of the earth na inside people compound dem dey to use differentiate poor man from rich man.” “Pessimism has eaten deep into your membrane. Imagine if we harness our sport sector and top it up with tourism, we will not need any oil to survive man! See, all t...