Of Luigi Di Maio and Macron’s ‘Civilisational Problems’, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
The real civilisational problem is the ungodly culture of exploitation that Macron and his elite peers inherited from their ancestors, which continues to impoverish and dehumanise Africans. It’s a vice-like grip on the throats of Africans, just like Dracula, sucking the life blood of the people to nourish the much-advertised…
A Female Year To All, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
“May Your Road Be Rough” was Tai Solarin’s famous and alarming New Year wish. Our roads will indeed be rough and bumpy as men and women negotiate changing roles and expectations in coming decades. A world that reduces and limits the full humanity of any gender for the benefit of…
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Thanksgiving In America, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
The diversity of America shows up on Thanksgiving dining tables as new immigrants prepare and share the dishes from their People have something to be thankful for. I am thankful for family and for all the voters who in the last midterm election trooped out to vote and moved the…
Celebrating Africa’s Pink Leadership Wave, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
Currently, Africa is experiencing a pink wave of women’s leadership that needs to be celebrated and emulated. Specifically, Ethiopia and Rwanda are positioned to lead the rest of the continent out of the present male-dominated dead-end governance we’ve been saddled with since independence. Half of the Ethiopian cabinet is now…
When Tough Love Becomes Child Abuse, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
Physical, psychological, emotional, and verbal abuse is not tough love, it is a debasement of a growing human being. Raising children can be exhausting, but we cannot resort to brute and emotional cruelty to do the job. Unconditional love is a requirement for parenting. If words and unkindness hurt us…
Trick-or-Treat, It’s Halloween!, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
My most memorable Halloween story happened when I stayed home one year to give out candy to the goblins. Our own goblins were out with their Dad to canvass for I looked up and there was a man in a trench coat with a death mask walking alone, slowly coming…
The Fallacy of Seeking Change Without Producing Relevant Knowledge, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
Given the excellent performance of Nigerians in higher institutions at home and abroad, we have proved beyond any doubt that we can compete intellectually with anyone in the world, that we are excellent knowledge consumers. What we are yet to become are knowledge producers, for the purpose of building our…
My Mother’s Memoirs (2): My Life as A School Girl in the Olden Days, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
"I was young when I passed Standard VI. That was in 1945. I applied for teaching, and the Manager, Reverend Seat granted my application. These missionaries were very kind to us. When he saw that I was young in age and stature, he posted me to Ikere Baptist School. By…
My Mother’s Memoirs: Education of Rural Girls In Early 20th Century Ekiti, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
- My mother and her pupils. Teaching was a respected profession in Ekiti in those times. Her story provides a window into the content and structure of education at that time, on the opportunities available for girls, and of the determination of a rural area to educate its young, in…
Elites Have A Responsibility To Elevate Our Food Cultures: Ask Your Grandmothers, By Bunmi Fatoye-Matory
The elites of each Nigerian ethnic group, big and small, must do their best to document, preserve and elevate the traditional food of their people. What are the culinary traditions of the Idoma of Benue, the Chamba of Taraba, the Ebirra of Kogi, the Quanawuri of Plateau, the Izondjo spread…
