A few semesters ago, I took a class called “Mass Media and Minorities”. University of Wisconsin journalism professor, Hemant Shah took the class through the history of reporting on minorities in the U.S., the prevalence (or lack of) minorities in newsrooms and critiques of these areas. He presented a few different metaphors for race relations in the U.S. Of course we’ve all heard of the “melting pot” metaphor; the United States is a melting pot, a harmonious fusion of immigrants from all over the world. Professor Shah, like many other academics, is skeptical of this argument and presents an alternative view: a stew. The U.S. is more like a stew than a melting pot: while all the different ethnicities blend together in a cohesive way, you still have the independent chunks that stand alone and don’t blend in. On one level all the people who make up the U.S. intermingle and cohabit the country, but in many ways exist in segregated communities with little to no mixing.
Immigration is a popular issue these days. We see news reports about it all the time, particularly what 2012 presidential contenders think about the U.S. Mexican border. But what about the people who fly across the Atlantic from Africa? In my experience interacting with the Yoruba population in the U.S. I’ve noticed how they live in tight-knit communities, little microcosms of Lagos. It is staggering that 450,000 Yoruba people live in the Houston area alone. I’ve visited communities like this in Detroit, Maryland and New York.
In pursuit of continuing my journalism career post college graduation (the ceremony is just 18 days away!) I want to visit these communities and find out how they operate, how Yorubas integrate into U.S. culture and how they retain their own culture. Yorubas make up a huge part of the immigrant population in the U.S. and so few people know about it. So over the next month I will start a series of investigative reports about the Yorubas in the U.S., a large, vibrant chunk of thr country.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Houston, immigration, melting pot, Yoruba | 16 Comments »
E kú ojó meta o! Se àlááfíà ni?
Since the last time I posted I have been traveling the country and most importantly moving into a new apartment in Madison, WI where I just embarked on the last semester of my undergraduate career. I am excited and bewildered to be back at University of Wisconsin-Madison after just being in a more laid back environment at University of Ibadan for a semester. One of my main worries this year was that my Yoruba would get bad. After being immersed in Ibadan for 9 months I was worried I would not find enough opportunities to speak. Luckily I am assistant teaching four Yoruba classes this semester. I greet the wide eyes freshman every morning with “E kàáró! Se àlááfìá ni?” It is amazing to see their progress in just one week. More posts about this later. I am approaching this semester as a new beginning in my career to figure out where I want to go from here and what I need to do to get there.
My new business card. I made it myself!
I am keeping very busy, whether with decorating my bedroom (I have a screen print Bruce Onabrakpea signed and gave to me on the wall) or managing a hectic travel schedule. I was in New York City in August for an interview with Sahara Reporters. This weekend, I am jetting off to the big apple yet again, but this time to attend the Egbe Omo Yoruba National Convention in Long Island. Kayode and I will be among the important guests at the weekend convention. Then later in September, I will go to Michigan for an event with the Yoruba American Community. Then in October I will go to London to co-host the Yoruba Heritage Awards.
Along the way I will be dedicated to posting stories, videos and blurbs about my experiences in all of these places. Looking forward to a great Fall.
Emi ni teyin,
Posted in Uncategorized | 12 Comments »
My Naija friend showed me this video. It is quite absurd, talking all about how Ghanaians are so happy they are not Nigerians. The song is by two guys who call themselves the FOKN Boys. They can’t even get their grammar correct.
The story behind the song goes back to soccer. A match between Ghana and Nigeria was scheduled to hold in London this week. The FOKN Boys released this song to spark the rivalry. The match was cancelled because of the riots plaguing London right now. I am trying to come up with a reaction song, “Thanks God I’m not a Ghanaians.” Any ideas? There will be a diplomatic brohaha about this matta.
Posted in Blogstream | 16 Comments »
These two videos about Lagos-the largest city in Africa behind Cairo-tell two very different stories. They are both completely true and paint Nigeria as having polar opposites. One night at a restaurant in Lagos I sat down and introduced myself to a table of three white women. I was so curious to see who they were and what their business was in the mega city. We were on Victoria Island at the time. When I mentioned how I had gone to visit a friend in Yaba the other day and was staying in Surulere, the women couldn’t believe it. “We aren’t allowed to leave the island,” one of them said, adding how her driver said the mainland was unsafe. If I can ride an okada in Ojota, I’m pretty sure this woman’s driver can take her across the Third Mainland Bridge.
These videos show two distinct yet inseparable ways of life in Lagos. It’s hard to see such extreme poverty next to lavishness. As Lagos keeps growing by the millions, where will people go? I think the city of Lagos itself needs its own “population commission” to answer these questions and plan sustainable solutions. I hope to be part of the planning to see Lagos grow in a smart way.
Posted in Blogstream | 12 Comments »
Nigerian physicians from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic gathered in Chicago this weekend for the 17th annual Association of Nigerians Physicians in the Americas (ANPA) convention. Thanks to one of North of Lagos’s followers, I received a special invitation to write a story on this high-profile, yet greatly unknown event.
So excited to be surrounded by Nigerians again, I hastily put together a casual, Nigerian fabric influenced outfit and headed to the Swissotel in Chicago on Friday to talk to physicians and hear the speakers. I descended the escalator to see about 100 people dressed in business attire mingling around the coffee. The one or two men dressed in agbadas indicated that this indeed was the ANPA conference. Chris Eze, the physician who invited me, was there to welcome and introduce me to some of the most important players in the Association. Nigerians from every ethnic group are members of the association, so for me the convention was a good test of how well I can discern ethnic groups. It also made me realize I really should learn Igbo.
In the next week I will post stories about the interviews I had and issues that came up. Today, I want to post pictures of the party that ended the weekend–the ANPA gala. I was delighted to attend the party on Saturday night and see how Nigerians in the Americas are still so fashionable in the finest lace. Just because they live in America does not mean they have lost that Naija swagger, especially on the dance floor.
Chris Eze, one of my blog followers and a member of the Association of Nigerian Physicians in the Americas, invited me to their 17th annual convention in Chicago.
Walking around to take pictures of the event, these ladies stopped me because they heard I spoke Yoruba.
My table mates and their friend. She must be important because her gele is the tallest and shiniest I've ever seen.
The packed dance floor at ANPA's 17th annual convention at the Swissotel in Chicago.
Me with the younger crowd, a couple of medical students in the Distinguished Nigerian Physicians of Tomorrow.
These Yoruba ladies were so nice. They beckoned me over to their table and before it we were all dancing together on the dance floor.
Lace iro and bubas with stiff, shiny head wrappers. Gorgeous!
Oji and I, the president of the Distinguished Nigerian Physicians of Tomorrow.
Aso ebi. Everyone was dressed in their fanciest lace that night.
Posted in Cultural Events, Yoruba Clothing | 11 Comments »