Warning: This is a rant. AKA I'm pissed, and don't feel the need to explain myself further than this: I'm Nigerian. I'm African. I'm Black. They don't compete, they complement, which is why when I'm asked to silence one for the sake of the other, I don't. Deal with it.…
They are afraid, of our voices, of our power, of our resiliency. They are afraid of a younger generation of citizens, activists, and diaspora, and our collective belief in a more progressive Nigeria. They are afraid of our growing influence as we gather allies not just from the west, but…
My sister Zara, wrote this recently for me (it is also posted on her blog @ ZaraChiron.com). If you have siblings, parents, family members etc, that haven't yet come around, I hope you find inspiration in this piece, to be patient (and brave) enough to remain open to their own…