Category: Non Fiction

  • AFTER THE OUTRAGE QUIETS DOWN

    AFTER THE OUTRAGE QUIETS DOWN

    How to continue speaking when the headlines have moved on….

    Like many others who listened to the news of the multiple rape incidences in the country, I fought a full field of heartbreaking emotions this week. I went from rage to deep sadness, to heartbreaking pain at the dehumanizing memories most women have had to live with. In some of those moments, the kind words, and voices of outrage and hope of friends and strangers on social media were like balm to my aching heart. In other moments, some other callous, ignorant or plainly evil posts threatened to put me on edge.

    But amid all this, I’ve asked myself this: what happens when Rape stops trending and the next big news hits the headlines? Right now, it’s okay to join the conversation because many people are talking about it. What happens when your voice would possibly be the lone one among many other trending matters? What would happen to that girl walking home from school who has to look over her shoulder every minute? What would be the fate of the lady whose visit to a male friend ends her? What happens to the trusting young girl in her parents’ house who learns the hard way that the people closest to you could be the very ones to harm you? How would the victims of sexual assault find justice in a clime that asks them ‘what were you wearing and tells them to keep quiet and not bring shame to their families? Suck it up. Be strong. You aren’t the first person.’ What happens to the men who get off on objectifying women, and have normalized insulting, mocking or tearing down a woman because of her gender? There are so many ‘what’ questions that would remain unanswered if we do not act.

    Today I write to you with the belief that you’ve been an advocate for justice in your own way. This note is my attempt to contribute to the conversation by showing you what the word ‘SPEAK’ means to me in three different ways. This is in no way exhaustive, but as little as each seem, the life changing effects are far reaching.

    SPEAK OUT

    This translates to speaking out against injustice through all media that you have access to, but much more within your circle. A killing culture is established in the silence of its people, and culture starts from your circle. When that friend of yours catcalls at a strange woman on the street because of the shape of her behind, speak out. When he laughs about his attempt to forcefully kiss a girl and taunts her for saying no, speak out. When his/response to a news of rape are questions pinning blame on the victim, speak out. Silence is betrayal.

    Rapists aren’t ghosts, they are humans who grow up in our world, with friends, parents, bosses and/or employees. Beyond social media posts (which is great), it’s your responsibility to influence your circle, call out bad habits, destructive mentalities/assaultive actions.Choose not to hold yourself and the people you surround yourself with accountable. Don’t be an enabler.

    Within the broader societal group, contribute to conversations on policies. Write that article, record that video, have that conversation and don’t stop standing for what you believe.

    SPEAK TO

    This captures two forms which include teaching the right behaviours to all individuals on one hand and speaking to the victims/vulnerable population on the other.

    We have a responsibility to raise a generation of individuals who can identify the right behaviours and we can’t leave this responsibility to ‘people out there’. I appreciate the diverse efforts individuals and organizations have put into educating, mentoring and empowering victims and those at risk, but there’s still whole lot of work to do. Our brothers, fathers, uncles and bosses need to learn empathy, responsibility and how to protect those entrusted to their care. Power or privilege doesn’t and should not be used as an opportunity to take advantage of a girl or woman’s vulnerability. They need to learn that NO means NO, and that it’s not a reason to victimize.

    We then need to teach our young girls that their voices matter, and their bodies are precious. That their No indeed means No. Teach our women to be a supportive force and voice in their homes, against the entrenched mentality that they cannot be protectors or voices for change.

    And for the sake of victims, learn the right way to respond to a story of abuse. Your response matters and may be the difference between healing and lifelong trauma. Ignorance is no excuse, so instead of asking victim blaming questions like ‘What did you wear? Maybe you were seductive? Why were you outside by that time? Why did you go visit him? or he just liked you and didn’t know how to express it. You could have run, did you fight back?’ You would learn to say that ‘I’m sorry you were defiled and disrespected, you didn’t deserve this. I know how much strength it took for you to speak out, you’re brave and I would support you fully. Thank you for trusting me with this, I would stand by you to get justice.

    Become a model example of what support looks like.

    SPEAK FOR

    No matter what we say, or how widespread our efforts are, there would always be those who are too afraid to speak out. Those whose families are afraid of retribution. Those whose abusers are more powerful than they are. In these cases, someone needs to be a voice for them. You cannot just mind your business. ‘Mo ya look away’ is not an acceptable response. Instead be a safe space for the voiceless to speak, then amplify their voices in places where they’ll otherwise not be heard. Also put your money where your mouth is. Invest and contribute to purchasing resources that can help victims. Support agencies and organisations committed to this cause.

    In conclusion, there are many words that can be spoken, many lessons that can be taught but this is just a note, so beyond this, look inward and address your biases where they exist, then consciously decide to be a positive force for change and healing in our world today. In addition, guard your heart against the hate and resentment that this sort of news can bring.

    I pray and hope that as each day passes, we learn to love the next person better. To treat one another with respect and dignity, and to be examples of living right. Also, may all those who are victims get and find strength in their brokenness and hope for the future.

    With Love,

    Simi

  • Bridges & Bonds

    Bridges & Bonds

    ‘Can you believe it?’

    Dare’s fiancé gestured wildly as she riddled him with stories of school, friends, family and pet – the rabbit she’d bought on a whim from her best friends’ farm. A year ago, she’d travelled to the states for an eight-month program, but when it was time to return, a global health pandemic struck, shaking the world to its’ core. She was back, but a day was proving to be insufficient to exhaust the pile of gist from their time apart. Some he’d heard before, but over the phone, from behind a screen. It felt different now.

    He nodded at intervals, making the right noises in response to her. He didn’t want to interrupt her flow, nor break the soothing sound of her voice as it wrapped its’ warm hands around his heart. It had been a long year without her. But the worst was behind them, she was here now, and everything was perfect.

    In the past weeks, the world has been fighting a pandemic that has caused loss, death fear, panic, layoffs and a global economic crisis. But in the middle of this, the beauty of humanity has shone through. From the health workers working day and night, to the neighbours stretching the hand of help to the vulnerable, to the city connecting with songs, and the many families dancing on the internet. These actions created stories that have connected the world in beautiful ways that can’t be measured. That’s what stories do. They connect us, deepen the understandings of ourselves, help our learning processes, protect our histories and pass the legacy of our deeds to others.

    Think about this. Who are your favorite people, shows, books and music? Then ask yourself why they’ve stuck with you. There’s always a story involved. If ever at the end of a movie, book, speech or song you’ve paused reflectively, with the gentle but definite knowing that something just moved inside of you, then you’ve experienced the power of a story. One of my favorite books of all time, ‘Great Stories Remembered’ by Joe. L Wheeler is a collection of such stories that moved me and have stuck with me through time.

    As a storyteller and reader, I love fiction. But I strongly believe that the best stories are those that we live out every day. They may not get on the pages of a book, but they have the power to strengthen our bonds, build bridges in broken hearts, and open the eyes of those around us to see love, healing, hope and strength.

    As the world stays at home, and the social norms that we’ve grown used to get suspended, don’t forget that the stories that we create right now, would stick with us and those around us. So, choose today the story that you want your daily living in this season to create.

    Stay safe!

    With Love,

    Simi

    Source: google images

  • To Do or Ditch; What lies in Between?

    To Do or Ditch; What lies in Between?

    It’s been almost a year since I started the National Youth Service Corps Scheme. At the start, I penned down goals, things I hoped to achieve before the end the year. Among all the things I listed, there was an endeavour I did not add, even though it mattered to me most. I was afraid that it was ambitious, too large to handle and that my commitment to it would only lead to disappointment. I started working on the others but was not quite satisfied because I could not deny that something was missing. It tugged at me at every turn and reminded me that I was letting fear run me.

    As weeks started counting, I stumbled across an article by Bruce Kasanoff. In not so many words, he asked us to describe ourselves not as we are now but as we see ourselves. That day, resolute, I added writer to my LinkedIn description. I also grabbed my note and added ‘Writing Goals’. Then I broke this down into bits and hung on my visual board. At this time, most of my writings were confined to my journal under the guise of ‘personal writing’. As a first step, I wrote a flash fiction piece (which I looked fondly at some days ago), and shared on Facebook. That was the start of my ‘public writing’. Then I published another on a friend’s site. As my shares grew, feedback started flowing and support systems that I didn’t know existed sprung up. And yes, cash followed. A friend saw my writings and started sending paid writing jobs to me (I didn’t see that one coming).

    Then came the idea to turn my NYSC experience to something more. So I wrote word after word, sentence followed sentence, my thoughts took form and a work was born. After many moments of ‘I can do this’ and ‘let’s ditch this’, I published a work of fiction that I absolutely love. Suffice to say, I did beyond what I imagined.

    I really don’t know how to end this; maybe to drop a quote or an insightful thought about faith, fear, courage or perseverance, but all I wanted to do was tell this story. All I know is that between do and ditch, there was journey. This journey started with seeing what was not and it came to be.

  • Holding Up a Mirror: Embracing Change

    Holding Up a Mirror: Embracing Change

    I stared at my laptop screen, a small smile playing on my lips as I read through my NYSC call-up letter. Before then, the date for resumption at orientation camp had been shifted a few times. There had also been one or two scams related to the download of the letter, so it was a relief that the real one was finally out.

    “Edo State is not bad I guess.” I was working through mixed feelings and thinking up all the positive reasons there were to look forward to the service year. “This is a valuable opportunity to sort out what I want to do with my life. It will give me the much needed break from work pressure. I would get to live in another state, meet new people and explore different opportunities.” All these and more were the things I was saying to get over my reluctance and lack of excitement.

    It had been ten months since I started my internship at a multinational FMCG company in Lagos, and I absolutely loved the experience. After I received the call-up letter, the rest of the week passed quickly as I worked through reviews, on-boarding sessions, and send forth activities. Out with friends on the evening of my last day at work, I looked around the table of familiar faces, co-workers who had become family. I licked the cream off my cake and fought the pang of sadness I felt as they spoke of our time together. We said our goodbyes amidst laughter, teasing words and promised to keep in touch.

    Little did I know that some days from then, I would be multiplying ₦19,800 by 12 months and raving at the ridiculousness of the “corper allowee”. Or that soon after I would be praying for direction and frantically scribbling plans for the year, because I couldn’t afford to waste one year of my life.

     


     

    One way or another, we all experience change. It may be thrust at us, or arrived at through careful planning and preparation. We may give into it softly, or fall at neck breaking speed. Either way, change is a natural part of life and how we react to it can determine to a large extent how well we enjoy life. Although unexpected change can be dramatic, perplexing and uncomfortable, it can be beneficial if handled rightly.

    I’ve come to see change as a chance to grow and garner new perspectives, a signal of new beginnings, an opportunity to make a difference, and a prompt to learn new lessons and apply old ones. More so, the unexpected can be good and can add spice to life.  Despite these good sides though, it’s up to us to embrace change. If we don’t do so and move forward, we’ll be left behind in life. This process of embracing change starts with the mind. We need to think differently about the situations surrounding us, and be open to opportunities and possibilities that can result from change.

    It might be necessary to form new habits and routines, so we should be prepared to make the necessary shifts. Then go over the things that matter to us and stick to them. We should be daring, curious, thankful, optimistic resourceful and willing to adapt to new conditions. Build resilience, set new goals, break them into small bits and go after them. Swallow our ego when treading on uncharted waters, and ask for help when we need it. Rather than shrink from change, let’s embrace the thrill of taking on the unknown, learn new lessons, relish the experiences, and enjoy the ride.

    Cheers!

  • The Little Things That Make Us Smile

    The Little Things That Make Us Smile

    ‘This is a joke. No, it has to be. Like really, it seriously has to be a joke. This sooo cannot be happening.’ 

    ‘What’s not happening?’

    ‘I’ll explain in just a moment’

    My Community Development Service group was to carry out HIV counseling and testing exercise on the 9th of February, 2017. I approached the location with anticipation, trying to catch a glimpse of the canopy we had booked and paid for on Tuesday. Vendor was to have it set by 7:30am, when team members were supposed to start arriving, so we could start by 8am. I walked up to the spot to meet the plain empty dusty brown earth that Oluwatobi was standing on. I threw questions at him and his answers brought us back to the reality of the ‘plain empty dusty brown earth’. The vendor wasn’t responding to Oluwatobi’s calls, so we tried with my line. He didn’t respond but later called back, rather ‘flashed’. We called him and his questions started:

    ‘Eh ehn, how many canopy una want?’

    ‘HA! At this time? Oga you shouldn’t be asking this when you ought to have set up by now.’

    Long story short, the vendor brought the stuff by 8:28am acting like he was doing us a favour. During the wait, other team members arrived. We rejected some broken tables and the canopy for fear of it collapsing. Then he brought out a better one from his truck. After plenty ‘raking’ and pondering at their lack of professionalism or ignorance of the existence of the word, we set up and commenced the exercise. 

    Things were going on in order when some men approached. Olasunkanmi immediately moved to usher them to a table, but soon a blank look crossed her features. She motioned to me that the man was deaf and we looked on for some seconds wondering what to do. Then Funmi walked up and started conversing with him in sign language. His face lit up, scratch that, all our faces lit up. Tayo clutched her hands to her chest and kept repeating ‘awwn’ over and over again. Funmi went through the counseling session, he got tested and left. The rest of the exercise went on well and we were off. 

    This little moment hasn’t left my mind, because it shadowed every other thing that happened that day. I can still see Funmi’s moving hands, the smiles they produced and the awe of the moment.

    It made me smile because we were able to reach out to someone who otherwise might have lost out on a valuable service due to a disability. 

    #NYSC #service #proudlyCPET #get_tested #know_your_HIV_status #NYSC_diaries

    NYSC Peer Educator Trainers CDS group , Egor L.G.A Edo State 2017