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Keep art by children whether a simple bird or a powerful Thunderbird!
Read more: Keep art by children whether a simple bird or a powerful Thunderbird!Defining art from a child’s lens can be a mystery. Sometimes good art may seem bad and bad art, seem good. I realize from learning from my children that it all depends on how the art moves you. Take for instance 2 depiction of birds my children shared with me this week. One is a…
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Keep the ‘multiple selves’ of women in mind!
Read more: Keep the ‘multiple selves’ of women in mind!A picture I saw the other day on social media, depicted the many ways women work. Not only does she tend the cow, she cooks it too. Not only does she grow her own food, she buys them from the market too. Not only does she tend to her children, she tends to the home…
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Keep a child’s imagination ‘as gentle as a deer!’
Read more: Keep a child’s imagination ‘as gentle as a deer!’Imagine the wind, crying, with a wise owl staring maybe at a gentle deer or a tough gorilla. A running fawn, playing next to a fluttering butterfly with a silly frog, acting well, silly. Imagine all of this combined together as a story. How our brain combines elements, whether a crying wind full of wise…
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Keep knowing that the future belongs to young people!
Read more: Keep knowing that the future belongs to young people!I have been thinking lately about the future. Reimagining the possibilities on one’s own terms. I imagine that our minds and gaze in opposition, are liberated and transformed for greatness. Our desires, agency and voice disrupts any fixation to hold us down to any preconceived notion of what it means to excel. Language is at…
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Keep Nkemjika in mind, whether you succeed or fail!
Read more: Keep Nkemjika in mind, whether you succeed or fail!One of the first priorities I learnt early on in academia was survival. Armed with the determination that my career and journey would have shape, I enlisted the support of other women and men too. Maybe it’s the fact that they were women, mothers themselves, women or men of color, I knew they would lay…
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Keep Isioma or knowing one’s destiny!
Read more: Keep Isioma or knowing one’s destiny!My middle name is Isioma. It’s what I am called within my inner circle and family. It’s from my Igbo language. ‘Isi’ literally means head, symbolic of one’s aura and destiny, while ‘oma’ means good. Isioma, then put together means- one with good head on their shoulders and a good destiny. I have always wondered…
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Keep Jazmond Dixon and her love for baking in mind!
Read more: Keep Jazmond Dixon and her love for baking in mind!She loved to bake. I imagine her cake would have been moist and fluffy or her cookies, golden brown and warm, all of them as delicious as her smile. Her baking business would be crowded too, maybe decorated with hints of purple, with lavender flowers all over like her eyeglasses. None of this would ever…
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Keep Nkolika or recalling with mothering!
Read more: Keep Nkolika or recalling with mothering!Have you ever thought of stories you would want to read? Stories often not captured in mainstream writing. I suppose they say that’s what writers in most cases seek to do. To put in words, language they would have preferred that they read first. In the absence of such language, they picked up their pen…
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Keep reminding children that they are enough!
Read more: Keep reminding children that they are enough!Representation as with stories for black children, have been controlled by others for far too long. For our children to thrive, we really must write about ourselves in other to reclaim our stories, our way of life. As long as others direct attention and conversations surrounding the experiences of all children, as long as their…
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Keep the distinctive culture-bearing power of grandmothers!
Read more: Keep the distinctive culture-bearing power of grandmothers!I grew up in a family dominated by authoritative and assertive women. I remember my grandmother, a no-nonsense woman, who would bathe you, feed you, or love and hug you with one arm, and spank you with the other if you misbehaved. Women like my grandmother were never afraid to speak their mind. She was…

















