how being a first generation black immigrant shaped my cultural identity
To Canadians I am of course black but specifically, I am Nigerian. To many Nigerians, I am ‘oyinbo’ white/Canadian.
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black food: how what we eat connects us to where we’re from
I don’t know if there is such thing as White food but there is certainly such thing as Black food—as in food Black people eat. And it has a lot more depth to it...
the ideal beauty from hollywood to nollywood
Have you ever wondered what more diversity in the media would actually look like? What would it do for what we consider beautiful? Would it ease pressure to mee...
christy lynch, on sound and place
Nigerian-American singer Christy Lynch gives us her take on how geography can impact music.
black music?
What is "Black music?" Is there such a thing? What essential characteristics give music a colour?
my mother never told me to stay out of the sun
My mother never told me to stay out of the sun. I was never burdened with the tragedy of darkness, never locked my fingers across my brow for shade on rainless ...
the colorlessness of black
When unable to rely on stereotypical physical characteristics how does one define who they are?
Thando Hopa: Choosing Pretty
Thando's story is not one of being confident despite being different; it's one of understanding difference in a larger unifying context as well as tuning into o...
why nigeria’s economic potential matters
Knowing what you can be and where you can go is in and of itself a mandate to get going.
Relaxers Won’t be Around for Long
I see the demise of relaxers. The caustic chemical treatments that straighten kinky hair will fall as natural hair solidifies its place as a staple and not a fa...
skin bleaching: who’s the fairest of them all?
Is skin bleaching simply a form of self-fashioning and constructing one's own physical identity or are there really deeper motives at play?
what the baoulé taught me about beauty
We're told to look inside a person to find their appeal. But what does that really mean? My trip to the Branly Museum gave me an alternative way of interpreting...