Tee's Musings

I remember growing up having a lot of plans; plans about what I will do or must have achieved by a certain age. I can still hear my siblings and I talking about being in JJS 1 by age 11, SS3 by age 16. We also planned to get into the university immediately and study a particular course, graduate, and then get a job and get married. All of our plans had a time (age) stamp. We had no doubt that it would all happen as planned, and that anticipation made us so happy.

My dear friend, I hope you are well. Hope your arm has healed? I still cannot get our last conversation out of my mind o. I have thought about all you said, and I doubt I will ever understand why you insist on covering it all up. Why do you keep hiding beneath your beautiful makeup? We may not see what’s beneath, but you do, and when you clean off that makeup, all you have covered is laid bare.

Ojuloge!!! What happened to you? When they advised you to use what you have to get what you want, they were not talking about your body.

People of colour? Yes, I am black maybe brown and it's a colour,  so maybe I'm really 'people of colour' But They tell me that the ones I call 'oyinbo' are just simply white people So I told my dear friend Asake that white was not a colour Just last week, Teacher said 'white' was the 'colour' of her wedding dress Now, I no longer know if what I told Asake was right If white is a colour, then they were wrong... The ones I call Oyinbo are indeed also people of colour I must go to Asake after school I must tell her that 'white' is a colour...  that we are all people of colour... just different colours.

My dear Abike, I hope this letter meets you well. I have heard of the troubles you are facing at work. I can only imagine what you go through in such a male dominated profession and I know how much work you put in, just to show that you are just as good, if not better.  But who told you that you deserve to be made managing partner at your firm just because you are female?