It is beyond disappointing that in 2025, Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU) — an institution once known for its revolutionary thinkers, aluta-ism, and progressive academic environment — is even considering implementing a dress code policy that belongs in the Stone Age. A list has been circulating online, showing alleged sanctions for students who wear dreadlocks, […]
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The effervescence of our frustration might be expressed through our aggression. Expression, as expected, doesn’t have to be aggressive but sometimes some of us express through our silence and inaction. The hibernation of our views, thoughts and actions might also be an expression of whatever external influences we find ourselves under. Reality, as we all
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Life, whether we like it or not, is just a long chain of decisions. Not always big dramatic ones either, sometimes it’s just what you decide to do when your alarm goes off, who you reply to when you’re half-asleep, or whether you scroll for another 30 minutes instead of doing that one thing that’s
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When we hear the word consent, most people immediately think of sexual relationships. While it’s necessary to talk about consent in that regard, we often look past the fact that consent goes far beyond the bedroom. In reality, consent is deeply political. It is a valuable tool in how our societies function—or fail. In Nigeria
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As a male feminist, I recently read a question that says that “How are working-class men part of patriarchy when they don’t hold institutional power?” with a mixed emotions of warmth and weariness. Warmth, because it is a question I have always hoped to find a final answer to. Weariness, because I always feared the
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What happens when the school girl finds her voice, particularly in an environment that says: It doesn’t matter what you studied. You’re a girl? Shout fire! Instead of rape! As a law student, I found my voice when I confronted the discrimination permeating societal values often backed by customary laws. It was in that
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In Nigeria, health now is a person thrown like a dice- The cheers of onlookers hang by a single thread Synced with a plea to the gods for a six Preferably a double six Just to win , to make one-half chance to live But the gods are long dead. Their rounded bellies lay
Still as death, lying under trees, Inverted, where I find my ease. Flit-flutter, my pinions beat swift and low, Flying ’round the luminous sky, Time now for a slumberous sigh. Lanky, a vampiric form I seem, Release my hand and hear my dream. Flapping wild above the sky, Not as hard as rocks on
..Being silent about myself Because Hope is an irony And the future is a metaphor compared to ephemerality. I am paradox, a very futile euphemism called a special one, a special foreshadowing. My name is praised with Euphony but my realization is cacophony. Thought my life would rhyme like Alliteration, or assonance but it’s parataxis;
A child, they said, was born so free, Yet freedom’s touch he’d never see. No tears to shed, already marked, A name bestowed, a life embarked. An identity he cannot claim, A silent voice, a hidden flame. If only names were all they chose, But paths and dreams, they too impose. A future