Omo: the art You Mold

ByMoyo Okediji

Child is ọmọ in Yoruba.Grandchildren is Ọmọ ọmọ.My granddaughters (my ọmọ ọmọ) came visiting last week…

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Another painting that I just extracted from my garage is this dark work.

ByMoyo Okediji

Another painting that I just extracted from my garage is this dark work.

There is an interesting story behind it.

In the year 2000 or 2001, the British Museum invited me to give a lecture as part of the ceremonies held in commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II, and also to mark the completion of the Great Court built as an extension of the main museum building. They wanted me to address the body as my topic.

THE YAM FARMER WHO LOVES PIZZA

THE YAM FARMER WHO LOVES PIZZA

ByMoyo Okediji

THE YAM FARMER WHO LOVES PIZZA

The naira is getting weaker daily and the poor man is suffering.

The problem of the Nigeria naira/dollar exchange crisis seems to me like this: a farmer produces yam tubers worth $1 a day, but has cultivated a taste for imported pizza worth $10 a day.

The farmer can do two things: curb his taste for pizza and learn to enjoy his yams, so he stops ordering pizza from Pizza Hut; or produce ten times the number of tubers of yam to support his taste for pizza.

WHO IS GUILTY?

WHO IS GUILTY?

ByMoyo Okediji

WHO IS GUILTY?

Iya Oyo was smiling. That was frightening. I knew I was in great trouble.

Iya Oyo never smiled. When she looked like she was smiling, trouble was brewing, and the only one that trouble could brew for that quiet evening was me.

The only way I knew she was smiling was because I turned and looked at her as she tapped her pipe on the arms of the seat on which she reclined with my grandfather, who was still quietly smoking his pipe.