As an adventurous soul, I love to travel. It affords me the opportunity to explore new cultures. Travel costs money and I am still slowly making my way round the globe. I had thought about different ways to write this particular piece and decided to plunge straight in. So here goes!
What is your relationship with your hair? Search Google for hair and hundreds of articles will pop up and yet we all have our own unique story. Here is mine.
We are the product of colonialism but more than this are also the sum total of our African ancestors who passed on a strong culture and tradition.
It is hardly news that literature exposes readers to the culture and history of a people. Most of my life I have read and respected English literature and only came to know African Literature in my late teens. Not surprisingly Chinua Achebe says, “Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.”
The first generation, like my parents, came as students. Life back home in Nigeria was beautiful after independence in 1960. Africans came to Britain in droves to attain a high standard of education. But what they encountered in the 50s, 60s and 70s was dank cold and miserable weather, and a wall of racism. The Windrush generation also suffered this.
However, Lagos as a city is filled with a composite lifestyle of rich versus poor, and clean versus dirty, depending on the side of the divide you encounter. It equally smells, is full of thieves, hawkers and kidnappers, and has a thriving silicon valley.
Celebration is at the heart of everything the African British does. I took this for granted. Work colleagues always seemed surprised when I say I am off to another party at the weekend.