Photo credit: Sassy Funke I was on my own, minding my business in my distinguished corner of the danfo , munching plantain chips and dreaming of the day when I'll be gifted a hovercraft in addition to my Nobel Prize for Literature; when the woman sitting beside me tapped me: "Sister! You no go talk? " My startled reply was "about what?" Apparently, while I was shaking Wole Soyinka's hand, my co-passengers were shaking a very familiar table. The table of feminism. From what I gathered, the argument started when a middle aged man called in on a radio program, and expressed his dismay at his wife's lack of understanding, that just because he had a concubine does not mean he didn't love her. Every other passenger, except myself, the woman beside me and a school girl, were men. They agreed with the caller. They were shouting the motion that if a married man falls in love with another woman, it doesn't take away anything from t...
Discovering the ideas 'between the lines' of everyday life (Written in English I Le Français I Asụsụ Igbo)