It began one day, quite unplanned. Thoughts began to spin in my head and then I tried to put those thoughts into action. There are things no one teaches you. They come natural. All of a sudden, you see an idea knitting in your head. You begin to put one and two together, and then boom! There you are watching an idea take shape. Thread painting is a style I developed myself. I found myself…
Continue readingYou sit down with your hand supporting your jaw. In recent times, your pocket has been lying shamelessly to you all through this year of pandemic. It was unimaginable that something as simple as adding one and two together has been giving you twelve, clearly different from the law of mathematics. To worsen the situation, your mother in Onitsha has been on your neck to bring home a wife to her so as to stop…
Continue readingI would rather sit around sketching my fantasies than actually help do house chores. That was how indulged I was in my art as a child. Chinelo, my sister, and I would sketch houses and people as kids and that was our own little way of having fun. It was a priceless memory of my childhood. In my junior secondary school, fine art was the only course I enjoyed going for and would of course,…
Continue readingNot in a million worlds would I ever think of having anything to do with papers. It was on one of those days I was trying to figure out what to do with life after studying Business Management in the University of Sunderland. Life was quite fast for me and grabbing hold of exactly what I wanted was a mirage. At the age of 14, I was already done with secondary school. By the age…
Continue readingEarly this year, I was on my way to the Island. I joined one of those private cars that some men usually use as cabs in the morning. I was at the back seat and as usual I was busy with my phone. From the conversation between the driver and the passenger in the front seat, it was obvious that knew each other well. Then, at a point, this happened: Driver: ‘Bia nna, nwa ada…
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