The visual character.

ByMoyo Okediji

The visual character of the alphabetical design that I did for the Yoruba people is actually universal.

Even those who are visually challenged can experience it in a tactile form as braille characters.

The universality of the Yoruba alphabets is not only original and innovative, it makes numbers easier to learn, write, and master for children.

All a child has to do is count what is written one by one, to add or subtract the figures.

For example, in the picture 7 + 8 = 15. In this Arabic design, the writing is not visual. When you view the universal writing of the Yoruba script, simply count the lines, and a child can easily see the seven marks as well as the eight marks to arrive at fifteen.

Interested in some of my published works?
Check My Works On Amazon

Follow Me

Similar Posts

a post showing Moyo OKediji art piece

Hahahaha! Look at his Johnny Walker!

ByMoyo Okediji

Yesterday I made this funny painting. Hahahaha! Look at his Johnny Walker!

I sampled the painting from a wood panel sculptured by Dada Arowoogun, a Yoruba artist whose work narrates Yoruba life during the 19th century.

The work is relevant because Yoruba people are still doing what we used to call “two-fighting.” In our primary school days, when the teacher forbade speaking in vernacular, and all the English we knew were three words: “Two fighting” were two crucial words of the three.

GENDER WAR

GENDER WAR

ByMoyo Okediji

GENDER WAR

You naw go commot road? Abi you naw see?

Na ya papa road?

See trouble o! Becos dem buy you cellphone nau, na im make you come tanda for highway dey take call?

Na only where I stand you wan pass? You no see road everywhere?

a post showing Moyo OKediji art piece

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Sixteen)

ByMoyo Okediji

“Hold it, hold it,” Obaseki said, “here come your people.” He gestured with his nose in the direction of a couple of flickering lights in the dense darkness.

“What is going on there,” I asked?

“That’s Joshua’s spot,” Obaseki said. “He just arrived. And he has company. Most probably Gina.”

I was drunk, anyway, so I asked for one more bottle of beer.

“We are out of ready-made snails,” our attendant explained. “We can make some for you by order. But I recommend you try our ram. There is no better ram in the world than ours.”

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Three)

ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Twenty-Three)

ByMoyo Okediji

Josephine was embarrassed when I informed her that her white uniform was soaked with blood at the back.

She immediately opened the door and jumped into the bus. As she entered the bus, she realized that the seat from which she got up was already soaked in blood also. She became confused. She didn’t know whether to sit on the bloody seat, but as she hesitated, I gently led her down to the seat. Just as her uniform, the seat was already stained. No further damage could be done. What was most important at that point was her health.

Leave a Reply