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.