On understanding identity and loving culture
Feeling: Blehhhh Time 9:24am (EAT) TBH, I'm not one that's really crazy about identity or heritage. I'm a Yoruba girl. The average Yoruba girl; I speak basic Yoruba, you can't really sell me, I like amala, it's my best 'okele', I find it awkward going down on both knees to greet an adult because I just say 'good morning daddy' or 'good morning mommy' to my parents, and get in with the day. I didn't even know Fifeoluwahan was my first name, till the day we went to an hospital and my dad and I were looking for my file all about the place (we found out later that he used my English name as my first name). I was probably 11 years old, and since then, they started addressing me as 'Fifehan'. Yeah that's about my Yorubaness, and you know what? I think it's not enough. It's not like I'm ashamed to be a Yoruba girl, I'm not proud either. I mean, I'm just there, just a person, and I don't think I shou...