Becoming Somebody I.

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.

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Dambu Nama

With over 400 spoken languages, Nigeria is a country filled with different types of people from different walks of life. Currently, Nigeria is going through a lot. The exchange rate for the dollar is high and the whole country seems to be in a total chaos.

In the northern region, there is the group known as Boko haram slaughtering the citizens of Nigeria with reckless abandon. But through it all, we will find unity.

In the north and as well as in other regions of Nigeria, there are recipes that seem to have been extinct, but these days I see them being resurrected by different people.

I wish for a day when the country known as Nigeria will have peace and it’s people live in tranquility. A day when we would bond all regions through food.

Today we are visiting northern Nigeria.

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