Haven’t seen my homeland since August 2019.
I miss the colorful attires on the streets.
I want to listen to the people speak their various languages.
To buy akara elepo by the roadside.
To flirt with the market women.
And to tell olopa inside go-slow, “Abeg na only 50 naira dey my pocket as I dey now. Mek I dey go?”
When shallai see mai natif land, awill nefa foget mai om.
The idea of ILẸ̀ Ọ̀GẸ́RẸ́ AFỌKỌ́ YẸRÍ must be difficult for those who interpret reality from the binary western tradition of male/female, living/dead, organic/synthetic, plant/animal, tall/short, high/low, liquid/solid, left/right and right/wrong or past/present.
My Dear Child
Before you were born—
if you raised your binoculars,
if you could peep
through the keyhole of life
Would you open the door
and walk right through?
Or would you run back
Artist: Moyo Okediji Title: The Tongue Is Sharper Than the Sword Medium: acrylic on canvas. Date:…
With Jelili Atiku’s sculpture of Mandela and wearing Luis Emilio Marin’s Esu figure in my office today, University of Texas at Austin.
My Nigerian friends are going to be so scared!!!!
Artist: Iyaba Ibo Mandingo
Portrait of Moyo Okediji
He makes my head egglike; the portrait looks like a profile made from an ancient coin.
I love you Iyaba!!!!
One day, one day!
Soja go come.
Soja go do.
Soja go catch Don’t Climb.
Walahi, Talahi