Now that all galleries, museums and cultural centers are closed.

ByMoyo Okediji

Now that all galleries, museums and cultural centers are closed, the only option left to see art and discuss with artists in to do it online.

And now that we have to stay home, from Johannesburg to Jinzhou, from Calabar to California, from Malaca to Malama, all of us with internet connections can now get together and beat the blues of the social isolation by getting online, and logging on to the Facebook profile of the University of African Art, and participate in the weekly Face-to-Facebook Art Talk that I, Moyo Okediji, host.

Our talk on Tuesday, May 14, 2020, is with Dawn Okoro.

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

ByMoyo Okediji

My friend called me that they scammed her of $750 last Monday.

After listening to the story of how they scammed her, I realized it was the same syndicate that scammed me in 2019 that scammed her last Monday.

As a Nigerian, I consider it a disgrace to be scammed—after all, I belong to a country that is notorious for always winning the Olympic gold medal in the 419 game.

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It saddens me.

ByMoyo Okediji

It saddens me.

It saddens me a lot that the southern people are not able to understand the urgency of the situation they are involved in.

Those you call the Fulani herdsmen, or the Fulani people—they are the Taliban.

Please read the last line again.

Those you call Fulani herdsmen are the Taliban.

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Seven)

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Seven)

ByMoyo Okediji

Rufus froze when he saw Obaseki moving towards our table. His jawline tightened. The grotesque was unmasking. I understood the meaning of that facial reaction. When a cobra flattens its head and its neck while lifting up its body off the ground to the torso level, even a baby knows what that means. We had crossed the red zone. I immediately got up and picked up the tumbler in front of him before it became a scud missile. My movement also distracted him for a moment. This was the climactic moment that had been building up for a year.

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