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The Curious Death of Baba Sola

Originally posted on Nigerian Newcomer:
My mother’s cousin died last month and relatives called from the village to tell her. But the phone connection was so bad, she couldn’t hear them, so when they said he died of cancer, my mother, standing by the window for better reception, said, “What? Tanker ke? Ni bo?” The person on the end of the line replied, “At home.” My mother hung up and put her hand over her mouth. She said, “Baba Sola ti ku o. A tanker ran into his house and killed him.” What struck me later, after it was cleared up, wasn’t her mistake but that for her, both options seemed equally likely. That here, between tanker and cancer, one did not seem more farfetched than the other.

So, what if men took their wives surname?

Originally posted on SO-CIO WHAT IF:
So what is a surname?  A surname is a hereditary name common to all members of a family. It’s also known as last name and family name. So does everyone have a surname? No Wait! Really? Yes, not everyone has a last name. Some people have only one name, they are known as mononymous — people who are known and addressed by a mononym, or a “single name”. Before colonization, westernization and globalization, a lot of people were mononymous. Mononymous names are still existent and common in Indonesia, Iceland, South India and Malaysia. Surnames were only introduced after World War I in Turkey by their first president as part of his plan to westernize and modernize the country. Most countries actually have laws requiring citizens and residents within their jurisdiction to have a surname. So if you believe surnames to be innate, well they are not. They are simply another human construct. So when did surnames begin? Surnames began in various regions of the world at different times. In England they began as…

Fiction: Skins

Originally posted on miafarradaily:
She climbs out of bed and stretches. An ache in her shoulder and the empty space beside her have pulled her out of sleep. She imagines herself an abandoned, broken down piano, jangling and dusty, desperately in need of a tuning. What she needs is a run. The steps creak a bit but it doesn’t matter. He won’t wake up. Halfway down, she freezes, feeling wispy fingers trail lazily along her neck. She swallows the scream in her throat when she realises the sinister touch comes from a bit of tinsel hanging from the banister. Christmas decorations are still up- a seemingly permanent fixture on her to-do list. She is on the second floor now. She pushes open the door on the right with cautious fingers, just to check, just to see. Curly hair and quiet breaths. She smiles and retreats, touching her own hair- so similar. More stairs, these ones carpeted and silent. They really must get round to carpeting the staircase all the way to the top. Doing the…

An Open Letter To All Of My Friends Who Take Selfies

Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
Dear Friends Who Take Selfies, I want you to know that I love it when you post pictures of yourself. I know selfies get a lot of bad press, but I think they’re rad. They give me a little window into your life, and you’d be amazed at how much I can get out of one little photo. I love your pictures because I love seeing what you’re wearing – the outfits you build give me ideas about how to mix it up with my own wardrobe, and seeing you work your shit gives me courage to try clothing that I otherwise might have thought was too outlandish or revealing. I love seeing how you do your hair and makeup. You look like a hot babe and I wish you would make YouTube tutorials explaining how you get your eyeliner just so. I want you to post pictures every time you change your hair, because seeing you cycle through all those neon colours gives me great ideas about what to do next…