I love myself, a lot, but it took me a long time to get to this point. Where I look in the mirror and appreciate myself. I’m not perfect, or the most beautiful or even trying to be. But somewhere along the line, I discovered that God makes no mistakes. I love my tightly coiled hair that raises up like a halo, I love the hairs on my skin which protect me from cold, I love the rich caramel colour of my skin, and my nose, and eyes, and everything that makes me. If everyone was created the same, there would be no difference for us to appreciate.
There are many great women we have all encountered. This year, two stands out. In fact, they stand out every day of my life. They are my mother and paternal grandmother. Two beautiful women who have made me strong and compassionate. They have gone the extra mile for me and love me unconditionally. The truth is, very few people have the capacity to love unconditionally. They built my character by discipline, correction and love.
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Once upon a time, Baga was a peaceful town with lots of fishermen and farmers. Baga once housed homes, families, love, hope. Baga is in the Kukuwa local government area of Borno state, Nigeria. Starting from April 2013, Baga was no longer safe, 200 Baga people were killed. Now Baga is host to terrorists, the bodies of her people littered all over. Baga survivors are refugees in a foreign land.
Thirty-one days to the general elections and most Nigerians are scared of the outcome. Some are running back to their home-towns because of possible election violence. Honestly, I’m afraid too, I wonder how much will change. I don’t want to be a sacrificial lamb because someone preferred candidate did not win. The two major presidential candidates have stooped to hurl insults at each other. What happens if any of them don’t win?
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I will start off by saying I’m not married yet but in Nigeria, you don’t even to be, to be caught up in the euphoria, laughter, joy, and wild moments of a wedding. A typical Nigerian wedding is not a small affair. Unlike the Westerners who have invitation cards, in Nigeria, you will find a guest saying her cousin’s best friend is the bride’s former roommate. We Nigerians like to party in a big way and the marriage ceremony can last for days, weeks even. Nowadays, Nigerians have added Court, Church or Islamic wedding (with a big reception of course). The marriage ceremony is very important in all Nigerian cultures and regarded as a union between both the families of the bride and groom. I’m focusing on Nigerian traditional weddings.