19 years

19 years

I was 19 years old in 1975 and an undergraduate studying painting at the University of Ife when my friend, Augusta Akusu-Ossai, took this picture of me.

The attire I’m wearing in the picture is typical of what I always wore in those days: a long adire (batik) top that I designed and sewed myself, and the baggy pants of that era.

Would Olabisi Silva still be alive if she did not choose to live and die for Nigeria?

Would Olabisi Silva still be alive if she did not choose to live and die for Nigeria?

Would Olabisi Silva still be alive if she did not choose to live and die for Nigeria?

I asked the same question when my friend, Moyo Ogundipe, died of a cardiac arrest two years ago.

Nigeria lacks basic healthcare facilities for talented, boundary-pushing professionals.

The roads are deathtraps.

FEB. 10

FEB. 10

If you went to the University of Ife in the late 70s or early 80s, can you identify anybody in this picture?

A museum is doing a research on the work of Munio Makuchi, and wants info from anyone in this picture, or anyone able to identify someone in the picture.

THIS MORNING

THIS MORNING

This morning, in my African Diaspora Visions class (an art history class that I teach at the University of Texas, Austin), a student from Trinidad and Tobago said, “In a hundred years, everybody in the world will be a Nigerian, or have family ties to Nigerians.”

HOMESICK

HOMESICK

In 2001, homesick, I returned to Nigeria after staying away for nine years in the US.

My destination was Ife, and I lodged in a hotel in Lagos for the first week. I used the hotel rental car, with a hired driver, to run errands. One day, the rental car driver who drove me around Lagos, said “Prof, why not just buy a car instead of spending all your money on car hires? Don’t you plan to stay in Nigeria for a couple of months? It’s best for you to get a fairly used car.”