IMAX'S CORNER

Buhari and Charlie Kirk died, and Nigerians reacted the way Nigerians do best; loudly, passionately, and in very different directions. Some were celebrating, some were reflective, some were calling for conscience. Me? I just want to be spared the hypocrisy. You can’t guilt trip people into grief. You can’t force sympathy for someone whose life left more scars than smiles. The life we've lived is a testament whether good or bad to who we are. Death doesn’t suddenly erase who a person was or what they did. It only amplifies it. This isn’t about Buhari or Kirk alone. Their death dragged up a memory for me, one I had felt guilty of over the years. It was the first time I didn’t feel bad about someone’s passing. I was about fourteen or fifteen. My mum tried to soft launch it to me but it didn’t land. I could see how visibly affected she was but it really meant nothing to me and that was my concern. That nothingness disturbed me. It felt cold, heartless, wrong. It didn'...

Abuse doesn't always start with a slap, harassment doesn't always have to be physical, some words cut deeper than knives and Akin knew that. There was no physical proof. So how could I explain that our last trip to Bali felt like walking on hot coal? That every tourist attraction carried a new memory of embarrassment? Jumoke would always say " Ore mi, you don't know how lucky you are, Akin is every woman's dream". What she didn't know, What none of them knew was i was trapped in a nightmare I had no clue how to wake up from.  He placed me in invisible chains. Somehow I found one excuse after another to escape my reality, I'd rather drown in delusion than explain how not-so-perfect my perfect husband was. Maybe if I didn't let all those " jokes" slide while we were courting, my story might be different. Maybe. I hadn't worn shorts in the last three years not because I had outgrew them like I told everyone but because my husband said th...