Mama, I hear the field is green and the roses are red
The wildflowers are growing in the farmlands and
I just wonder when the girls will be one, Mama
When will the girls be like the boys?
Free like the air with a voice of authority
When will I truly live?
Mama, why cannot the girls be like Papa,
Working day and night to be somebody
Let me run till my feet grow weary
Let me fly till my wings grow faint
There is more to me as there is to life but
Doing nothing and being ill-informed is going to eat me up like a canker worm
Tell me Mama, am I just a sold out slave to nothing and everybody?
A help mate you say I am but how can I help when
I am just a bag of culture, religion, norms and limitations.
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Bibiana Ossai © 2016.
1786 in the southern region of Judea, Bethlehem
the stars became cardinal points of the earth and a compass for 3 wise men
during a time, war raged in the heart of a mere mortal,
for a king was born and a gift given to the world.
People travelled from all poles of the earth to the manger
where a miracle laid shinning of a glory the world was yet to comprehend.
Halleluiah! Halleluiah!! A king was born and his reign forever.
Continue reading “Three Christmases in One Package.”
Inspired by – Okut p’Bitek; the cry of Lawino.
Her heart so soft
Her tear so melting
Her beauty so striking
Her carriage dashing.
She is as breakable as an egg
Precious yet as an egg
She is the source of production
Goddess of the earth.
Continue reading “Pains of a Woman.”
You know how there is one person that lightens up your mood or the feeling you get when you see your favorite thing, that is exactly what Yam potage means to me. For so long I had people ask me “Why Yam Pottage? Why do you love it so much?” until recently when I sat down to ask myself the same questions and I realized, we had come a long way through difficult times or days when I had to survive in school or a new environment; just to lay more emphasis on this, I am very selective when it comes to my food so I would rather make the food or have someone I trust do it and back in Secondary School when I was in the hostel, the food was scary and just by the sight of it, I always lost my appetite, anyways has God will have it, the hostel matron opened the doors of her kitchen for me to prepare Yam potage whenever I found it difficult to manage the hostel food.
Continue reading “My Love for Yam Potage.”
A glowing beautiful melanin or white skin, a healthy human system – danger to sickness and diseases, have you ever wondered just like me how both the poor and rich of the African society are able to stay in good health? I mean, you find both the rich and poor on the same level due to good health. What is the secret you may ask? It is simply leaves, that is, leaves used in making local herbs to be drank, eaten or rubbed by Africans to sustain good health.
Continue reading “Herbal Drink.”
It was a cold morning on 19th October, 1896, some of the husbands and wives were already at the farm to check the crops that had been destroyed by the heavy rain that occurred so as to uproot and replant them, while the young ladies went to the stream to fetch water.
Continue reading “Then & Now…”
This is an ode to God in the various common African languages ranging from Igbo to Spanish. God has been merciful upon Africa just like the Israelites in the bible so…
Continue reading “GOD IN AFRICA.”
Let me love you with the whole of me
It should not matter whether you would do the same
The thought of loosing you haunts me every night
And I am loosing my mind
Because I cannot bear to live without you.
What have you done to me?
Have you given me fufu to chop like my mama warned me?
If you have charmed me,
then I should thank the gods, should I not?
Everyone speaks about hatred,
My family and friends see only fire in your eyes
Yet all I see is my fate tangled with yours.
Why I love you so much is wetin me no know
But if I talk say I care
It will mean my love for you don die
So make I love you now wey I do
Because it does not matter what anyone says.
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Bibiana Ossai © 2016.
In an interview held in a two-room, well-conditioned office with Afro-pop and Afro-soul singer, Simisola Ogunleye born in Ondo State, she described herself as simple, honest, creative, happy and a hustler.
When asked about what growing up felt like, she tried to paint a vivid picture of her childhood days by stating that she was a tomboy, spoilt, lived a comfortable life and grew up in a broken marriage. Simisola Ogunleye, famously known as ‘Simi’ made mention of the fact that she has never been to her hometown but the Nigerian culture influences the genre of music that she is into, as most of the lyrics of her songs are in pidgin and the application of certain vocal infection to give her listeners a ‘homely feeling’ when her songs are being played.
Continue reading “The Power of the African Culture with Simi.”
Food does make pretty much a lot of us happy. Is it weird? Well, sort of; but in a good way 🙂
Food is in a lot of ways source of healing. Have you ever seen the way Antony Bourdain talks about food? or is it Ree Drummond from the Food network with all the food porn she serves?
Food brings people of all kinds together. There is always a certain feeling of togetherness when people come together to celebrate with food. Have you been to a foot ball party to see how people just unite over food? Have you ever seen a nagging couple nag over good food? I watch Nollywood so much that, I know that when every fight between a couple ends, it ends with the question “have you eaten?” It has now become a form of apology
I remember how I came about this food thing. Apart from the fact that my mother is a retired chef, it’s personal for me. I suffered from depression a while ago and as you know, it’s sometimes hard to relate to one who suffers from depression; except you have been there. To some people it causes them to eat and to some it causes them to loose every appetite. And for me, I hardly ate at this period.
“well snap out of it!” that is the last thing to tell one who feels low and cannot see anything good in themselves. I have been there. Some will say, you better “grow up! and stop acting like a kid.”
Continue reading “For The Love Of Food”