30 Days 30 Blogs, Reviews

30 Days, 30 Blogs: How to Love Igbo Things (Or What You Will)

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I have always loved Igbo people and culture. I cannot count how many times, growing up, I said in my mother’s hearing “I like Igbo people” to which she would always reply “And you resemble them.”

I’ve tried to figure out why, and the closest I’ve come is the NTA series, Things Fall Apart, which I not only sat down to drink in as a child, but played and replayed, soaking up every nuance, thanks to my father who recorded every episode. My young mind, overdosing on all that delicious language and culture, most likely caught the bug that has refused to let go- Igbophilia.

So you can imagine my delirious excitement when I first stumbled on this blog which was created maka ihu n’anya ihe Igbo nile – for the love of all things Igbo! I just come here to satisfy my craving, and this blogger is so good! Her  intelligence, linguistic competence and humour make me giddy with delight.

She also has links to resources that can help you learn everyday Igbo words, including YouTube videos.

Sigh. I’m in love…

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30 Days 30 Blogs, Reviews

30 Days, 30 Blogs: Longer, Harder

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Let me just tell you, the most random musings and observations you have ever heard are on this blog. Deep things of life! Like, how you know there is a God because of agbalumo.

“I think there is a lot of insight to be gained from agbalumos. Sometimes, you buy a spotless agbalumo with taut skin, a curved stem and sharply pointed peak and find a withered, dark red skin. Other times, I buy a spotted agbalumo with a weak peak, a gaping hole in place of a steam and inside I find milky goodness, fleshy innards and I know there is a God. Surely, it is not a matter of knowledge to select the perfect agbalumo, it’s God.”

This blogger has a cleaner in his office he added on his bbm. The cleaner’s bbm username is ‘Afo Baba Cash Money’ with dollars signs in between.

What of the time when he started working in a multinational full of expatriates?

As I wanted to enter the loo the other day, an Oriental stepped out. Sometimes, sitting on the toilet bowl here I think deep- of the shits that have gone before me: that of Orientals, Hispanics and Greeks, of my humble shit joining theirs in a global commingling and intermingling, of how far my shit had to travel to be here, of how this bowl all brings us together.”

He also sends songs to his followers if they want. A funny guy who is also sweet. Too cool. Check out this blog!