Ilekedi…

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Three things I’ll remember about her
Three things I’ll never forget about this night
Three things I’ll forever ponder on
Three truths that I will never cease to grapple with

Her name was a mystery, like herself
Many have searched, albeit in vain, to find
Some say its the key to taming her
So she keeps it a secret; she locked that door and threw away the key

I didn’t ask for her name, I didn’t even think I would come so close
But she looked at me that night,
And opened up the deepest parts of my soul with those eyes
Upturning the dirt and ashes that had buried my secrets

Three things I’ll remember about her

The way she swayed her hips,
lost in her own designed ecstasy
The beads that adorned her waist,
sculpting her frame, undulating with her dance
The way she looked transformed
from mere mortal to revered deity

Three things I’ll never forget about that night

The way she looked at me, with eyes so beautiful,
yet rid with the sadness of a generation
The way the room faded away when she moved
as if it were just her and I locked in a battle of wills
The way her beads drew me in to her
holding me captive to her every twist, every turn

Three things I’ll forever ponder on

Why she singled me out, plain old me
instead of the usual patrons falling over each other for her
Why her movement, body, and soul spelled a sorrow
unlike any I’ve known; the kind that comes from fear
Why her beads danced around her waist
as if in a dirge, mourning a loss

Three truths I’ll forever grapple with

She was me, she became me, she is me
like a distant memory, foggy and dreamy,
of a past that was mine, a life I once lived
She was trapped; hiding in constant fear
I was trapped; hiding in constant fear
of who I was, who I was becoming
She held a secret, a certain power, and mystical force
in those beautiful beads that were my undoing
and in those beautiful eyes that told a thousand stories…


*Ilekedi: traditional beads worn around the waist by women for beautification or ritualistic purposes. Common in the African society.

“Afrocality”: A Nigerian Expression

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Image: Ross, Denise. FELA! Dec. 6, 2010. Web. Apr. 20, 2015

I am an African
I am an African woman

Ile Ife, apoti ese Olodumare, and the cradle of civilization

I love my skin
I love my African skin
I love my dark, African skin
I love my hair
I love my thick, comb-breaking hair 😂

I love my accent
I love my thick, very African accent
I love language
I love my beautiful African language

Orisa bii iya, ko si laye

I love my parents!
Oh yesss! My “too African for their own good” parents 😂😂
Yes, the parents who whooped my sorry behind with no mercy 😂😂
The struggle of every African child

Oooh I love my names
I love my perfect African names
Oluwatoyin, Omolajipe, Adetoun, Mojisola, Temitope, Ikuomola

FELA! The abami eda himself, who taught me to revel in,
And celebrate my Africanness

I love my dance
I love my fire African dance
I love my music
I love that sensuous tune your hips unconsciously sway to
Yes, that Afro-beat, that original Afro-jam

I love my African heritage
I love my African way
I love my African culture
I love my African food
I love my African attire

Ibadan; the ancient city
Eko Ile; home of the greats

I love my Africanized English
I love my Africanness
I love that the first thing you notice about me is my Africanness
Because before anything else, I am first and foremost an African woman


Ile Ife– An ancient town in Southwestern Nigeria
Apoti Ese Olodumare– Translation: God’s footstool
Orisa bii iya, ko si laye– Translation: There is no deity in existence that can be compared to a mother
Fela– Nigerian musical legend, and political activist
Abami Eda– Strange/mysterious creature
Ibadan– An ancient city in Southwestern Nigeria
Eko Ile– An indigenous name for Lagos, a state in Southwestern Nigeria, and the commercial capital of the country.