Plagiarism and the forgotten labour of our heroes past

Still on Nigeria shameful widespread of plagiarism but this time nothing to do with Linda Ikeji and Google saga but the thing is ko si bi a se maa pe ori aja ti a ko ni pe ori ikoko ti a fi se loosely means We can not talk about a delicious dog, without referencing the pot that cooked it. 

When I was challenged to this task, I didn’t think it would be difficult to pull a dozen examples but getting honest information about current status was my worry, however, within seconds of putting Baba Sala’s name on my browser, loads of articles popped up and the first one I was drawn to was an interview he did in 2010 where the old man narrated his life story. Baba Sala took a bank loan with hefty interest rate in the 80s to produce his first ever film – Orun Mooru, obviously a big deal for the much-loved comedian as it was produced in the UK with the high costs tag. Upon getting to Nigeria, copies were made and the rest is just another story of thieves on our brains

I grew up listening to Baba Sala. He was a comedian/spoken words artist/singer. His jokes were mostly in Yoruba. There is always a storyline to be followed using his family as templates. Think about his jokes in line with Chris Rock or Eddie Murphy minus the lady body parts joke bits – only he had nothing to show for his hard work/talent like the lucky Americans.

I was young and lived in the middle of the town where lots of Radionics (electronic repairers/pirate centres) were plenty and celebrated.

Baba Sala’s  jokes were relatable, decades later, watching on youtube, still send ribs cracking. Baba Sala did not lack audience as his jokes were very popular throughout Nigeria. The saying goes “why would you pay 10 naira for a cassette when you could get it from the Radionic for half the price?” Many profited from Baba Sala’s talent but the old man in his late 70s is in his home in Ilesa still paying off his 1982 loan.

The only closest Yoruba comedian to Baba Sala that I remember was Gbenga Adeboye, if God is going to let any soul rests in peace, it’s got to be Gbenga Adeboye’s. I have the same admiration for him as for Baba Sala albeit a bit more sentimental. He worked so hard like no man’s business both within and outside of Nigeria. Same story about piracy only that Gbenga died way too young due to kidney failureI know I can’t blame everything on the thieves on our brains but I can’t help but think Gbenga could have sought help earlier and perhaps lived longer if he didn’t have to waste time begging for help to be on the bill of Asiwaju Bola Tinubu, governor of Lagos State at the time.

Gbenga Adeboye was the only artist who joked/sang about Modakeke and Ile-Ife crisis and implored the two communities to stop the mindless killings. Gbenga is a native of Ode-Omu, attended The Apostolic Grammar School in Modakeke. I never get the chance to meet him but I followed his works as he used his talent to tackle injustice that many shied away from. If you want a message to sink into a person’s core – tell it in their first language. 

Today, most of Nigeria bookshops have their printing press – no kidding. Publish a book especially school textbooks today, tomorrow copies are out, they are cheaper so they get more sale. I’d walk from Olusanu Omo Arewa to Atiba going from one bookshop to another looking for the cheapest price.

Pirates are always cheaper so they get all the benefits and the brain behind the work get what is left over.

Should we continue like this or should we for once be happy that Google was a God-sent and perhaps Linda Ikeji to use her already God-given shining stars to join the campaign against thieves of our brain?

Actions without consequences encourage more of the same

May Debo’s soul rest in peace.

I have never been to heaven so can’t really say that someone whose life’s aspirations dashed right before their eyes without a moment warning and from a completely preventable cause would have a restful soul.

May the family of Debo Ladoja be granted with strengths to deal with their loss.  Auto accidents in Nigeria is a plague that would never go away unless we collectively find ways of addressing the root of the problem – make reckless drivers face the full consequences of their actions. Well, that sounds like a good idea but we need to start with issuing driver’s licence to the people who can demonstrate driving competency on the roads in the first place.

Whenever there is a report of yet another fatality on our roads – which is everyday and everywhere we show empathy and offer our condolences, most of the road fatalities go unreported, I guess we are tired of reporting ‘bad news’ so we talked about it briefly and moved on.

My cousin was involved in a terrible car accident a few years back, her left knee was crushed so spent months at Lagos, LUTH. According to her, it was not her driver’s fault, the other driver appeared to be under influence of drugs. I pitied her as now she has a mark to remember the accident for as long as she lives – one leg shorter than the other. She is very lucky to have survived. Her driver was fine, one passenger died. So I asked “Does Tunde have a driver’s license?” “He is a final year medical student at OAU” Wumi said with no slight thought to what she said.

I deliberately didn’t ask if Tunde was a ‘good driver’ I know some kids who grew up with family cars started driving very young and many responsible parents would insist their children do practical test so as to get their licence, this usually included driving on Highway so a bit of familiarity there to prepare one for future emergencies. In Tunde’s case, no licence and does not drive often but knew what the peddles do and have experience of driving in his local town but the accident happened on Ibadan – Lagos Highway where his driving competency was faced with real life challenge – he failed. It was a case closed and the family of the lady who died was made to thank God as that was how God wanted it.

We love giving testimonies during Sunday services, a fantastic idea as it allows us to count our blessings and appreciate being alive to witness all the wonders around us. However, maybe we should be paying a bit more attention to the stories and learn from them especially things that no one should ever be thankful for!

Baba Tope was a truck driver for a big business man in my local town. He was trusted with picking up orders and delivery of goods. Travels a lot throughout the country. Whenever he was around, always had a near death driving testimony to give. Among his many testimonies, was him seeing herd of cows on the road and was left with no option but to drive through them – this was all in Baba Tope’s head. In reality, he drove through screaming market women in a local Ondo street market. The women spotted his recklessness quick enough so they ran for their lives – leaving their goods behind. He eventually stopped when he hit a tree. He was arrested, boss, the big man got involved – the verdict? No one dies, what’s the wahala?

Baba Tope was a drunk, everyone around my church knows this but unofficially agree that, that is very common with truck drivers. The day of that particular accident, Baba Tope was not supposed to be close to any road giving the level of his intoxication let alone be behind a steering wheel.

I remember Baba Tope’s story because it did not end well. By now you can guess how it all end – He left a young wife and three children behind. He was a good guy and very funny, well, drunk – driving aside.

He would be alive today if our so many laws that were meant to protect us were duly implemented.

I was impatient at the lights once, went through amber turning red – was caught, got fined (enough to pay for a nice handbag, ouch!) got 3 points that lasted 4 whole years on my UK licence and best part of a day to sort it all out and four years to regret one second offence – lesson learned.


Khadijat and insights to Nigeria witchcraft accusations

Yet another email about jungle justice, this time of a woman being a witch. What am I to do? Feel sorry for the state of my people’s acts of total disrespect for humanity? This happens a lot, if it wasn’t an elderly woman being accused of flying in Lagos, it will be a 29 years old unemployed Anambra man killed his mother and stood by it to tell the tale of how he was so sure the mother was responsible for his hopelessness life.

I ignored the message not because I am in denial that witch hunting does not exist but for the memory it triggered.

Khadijat was 10 years old, her mother died during labour so was raised by her maternal Auntie. By the time Khadijat was three years old she was the only one living with Mama (her Auntie) Mama’s husband passed away years ago, her three children all grown up so not at home.

Mama relocated to town from the village because she had a bad case of cataracts. Mama’s two daughters came regularly on weekends to visit, they’d clean and spend the day with her. During the week, it was only Khadijat with Mama. She’d cook, fetch water (about 200 metres) away from home, laundered and all that’s in-between. Never attended school in town.

With no medical care, Mama’s eye infection got really bad. One day I got home from work to see giant cotton wool taped to the eyes. “God, help me, I thought.” Upon enquiring, a carpenter turned ‘Ophthalmologist’ operated on Mama’s eyes inside the house – result of the surgery? The bit that Mama could see was taken away, never saw the lights of the day from then on.

Mama accepted her fate, the children left leaving Khadijat to cater for Mama. I was not much help, only home to sleep, David next door neighbour was a builder and not home during the day neither.

Plot thickens: Got home one day at around 8pm, Mama was sitting outside as was her custom, hearing footsteps, she yelled ‘omoge, se wo nun?’ ‘ Yes, mama it’s me’ I replied. ‘Oko mi, Khadijat ti salo’ ‘What? why would she run away?’ I asked Mama. Mama begged that I look around the neighbourhood to search for Khadijat which I did, thankfully Khadijat came out of her hiding after high-pitched yelling of her name.

Mama’s two daughters lived about two miles away, they visit weekends. Mama’s son lived in Osogbo – never been to check on his Mama’s health. Khadijat’s father was an Ile-Ife man – didn’t know nor cared to see if Khadijat survived after his wife death – the crisis in town made a perfect excuse.

This was a situation a 10-year-old girl was supposed to be content with.

A week later, Khafayat left home again, this time came home after a whole day, looking haggard. More abuses was thrown at her. All of the times that she ran away from home, she stayed in an uncompleted building next door. At a corner was a mat, a jug of water and clothes. No fear of snake or scorpion bites – there she found solace, all was perfect.

Khadijat later started making up elaborate stories, mostly dark with imaginary friends. Her favourite one was that of Iya Ibeji and her twins. She tells this story to Mama everyday, really get into characters, each time a new twist is added.  She was Khadijat, Iya Ibeji and the twins and would set perfect scenes for all of them very believable – Mama bought it, literally.

The result: Khadijat was accused of being a witch – based on Mama re-telling of Khadijat’s story of imaginary friends. Poor girl was cut in her face and her torture was endless.

JK Rowlings got worldwide recognition for using her imagination – Khadijat got cuts to the face for finding peace using her imagination when real life was hell.




Creating a global human rights economy where all are investors

On my Yoruba monarch and I and the need to rethink the strained relationship between Modakeke and Ile Ife so needless waste of lives and properties can be a thing of the past.

I really don’t have clear idea of how we are going to achieve this but I am sure of a few things:

– I know both towns after three hundred years of living side by side, in occasional harmony and in slitting each other’s throats – they are both here to stay.

– I also know that the world that we live in today is different from the one when my great grand parents blindly assume the world will remain the same and had nothing written down so today’s people can work with. With this in mind there is a necessity to revisit drawing board and draw up a new contract that is concise so expectations are clear and agreed on.

– I also know that although I am from a tiny town, Nigeria have laws that protect all of its citizens from unfair treatment – hopefully the ones that says violent is NOT the only way of making people agree to a set contract. These laws are there and very likely never being used.

I have always wanted to see the crisis between Modakeke and Ife as gross negligence on the part of my government and the Yoruba elders. Contracts do break down all the time in real world, that is why there are laws to protect citizens and arrange to litigate between conflicting parties. But why must we think taking the cruel routes of outright elimination of people is the best way of addressing the problem? The sad truth is no one really is safe.

I was not disappointed yesterday when I checked on TED for inspiration. Thank you Kimberley Motley for your infectious passion on social justice and justness. Your speech did a wonder for my aching soul.

My dear readers, thank you for putting up with me rambling occasionally about my Yoruba monarch. I used to belief, just as I am supposed to that my elders are there protecting my interests and that of other s around me but I guess it is not always the case especially given violence has been the key to resolving landownership fights in my area. My hope is that soon rather than later, through my ramblings, things will become clearer and peace will be restored not through ‘begging’ as we have done in the past but through agreement to a written contracts between two communities because ultimately – people just want to live and work without fear hanging over their heads and if we have to resume a role of leasee for that so be it.

Here is Kimberley Motley speech on the importance of all of us contributing to a global human rights economy. Hope you like it.



Nigeria and shameful widespread of plagiarism

On October 21st, a friend narrated how he was faced with a Nigerian blogger who lifted a whole album from his website and blogged it as his blogger’s own work. The photos in question was of a Yoruba town showing houses and people as they go on their daily activities, impressive. With no thoughts to the hard work that the other person had put into it, it was stolen just as they would neighbourhood goats with no slight thoughts to the owners’ feelings.

The rightful owner of this album sent copyright infringement notice via internet police. Plagiarism in Nigeria is another problem that we shamefully think “it’s no biggie” It is everywhere hence many of our older artists today lived on handouts because their work get pirated from the minute it gets to the market. Pirate is a big business in Nigeria so much so that they profited much more than the brains behind the work.

This is all due to no respect for intellectual property rights.

I took a minute to check on the blogger-thief website, he was viewed by internet users and shamefully accepting compliments for the work he didn’t do. By the third day, internet police on Content Thieves have done their job – photo album taken down. That was quick! Hopefully lesson learned.

Earlier on this month was a Nigerian blogger, a popular one at that – Linda Ikeji and her plagiarism saga.

It is not easy being a woman and rising beyond the glass ceiling in Nigeria so I naturally applauded Linda for the hard work and courage the first time I heard of her work.

So when Linda’s blog was shut down due to a intellectual copyright violation by Google on October 8th – I was elated and NOT in the least because it was Linda but mainly because since we refused to acknowledge the rights of artists to their content in Nigeria, like everything else, it is about time someone outside shows us how it’s done. 

We are passionate people in Nigeria but for the most part, very confused. Linda is ours, a hard-working, high-flying young woman – should we call it what it is that her attitude on that occasion was the same as a neighbourhood goat thief – who by the way if caught in Nigeria would receive jungle justice OR should we empathetically say that in this occasion we need to stand by Linda and throw abuses at Google for being jealous that we have our very own successful young woman.

The few hours after Linda’s site was shut down, the above was the state of Nigeria social media commentators’  division so much so that attention was taking away from the offence to attacking fellow Nigerians for being jealous of Linda’s success.

This is how Nigeria is in all aspects. Never, do we collectively condemn bad attitude even when it’s flashed in our faces and yet we wondered why our university graduate projects were copycats.

This is one of the tweets exchange in support of plagiarism culture: “… they’ve all been beefing her success, she will b back”  While I can see the loyalty, I think this young man missed the points entirely. Attitude towards intellectual property theft in Nigeria must change to encourage more creative people to step out of their hiding places without having to worry about their work being stolen from them.

Linda is in a perfect position to lead as youths listen to her.

My hope is that now that Linda’s website is restored – slap on the wrist, a little public embarrassment, well it could be worse – Linda would turn this whole episode around to be the beginning of a bigger project to tackle thieves that preyed on our brains.


Unfair treatment of Nigerians by foreign companies

An article in Nigeria Punch earlier this year narrated how Chinese and Indian companies are maltreating their Nigerian staff in Nigeria. The writer described the inhumane treatment was best as slave-like. Despite this ill-treatment,  new people flocked in and would rather stay at the job so their daily break is secured.

Foreign investors may be awful towards their Nigerian staff, the truth is that Nigerian owned companies are by miles worse. All foreign companies learn their horrific attitude towards staff from their Nigerian buddies and as common with humans, the only thing they did was to ‘up’ the ill-treatment a notch.

To demand to be treated at our jobs the way human beings should, we need to start by taken on companies owned by Nigerians first, then foreigners will naturally follow suits or successfully forced to.

During my brief time in Lagos after high school. I once had a job at a coal factory in Idimu Lagos. It pays ₦50/day. The pay was appealing so I quit my ₦350/month job for the coal factory job. I went to the factory with my sister’s neighbours and really excited about the prospect of earning more money.

The coal was in a big container (seemed so), about a hundred people working round the big heap of coal, some sat on top with sacks in their hands if they can’t find spots to sit on the floor. My job was to pick chunks of coal and arrange neatly in 5kg paperbag – a bit of bonus at the end of the day for those who picked most.

I don’t remember if there were any windows for ventilation as the lights were on throughout the day and the entrance door left open. Entering in the first instance, it was dark but after adjusting to the environment, one can see clear enough to get the job done and chat with a few fellow workers. We picked coals with bare hands, I used my scarf to cover nose.

Most of the jobs I have ever done up to that day have always been physically demanding jobs which wasn’t too bad as mind is left to wander and dream freely, however, I have never had to do any job that is synonymous to voluntary death sentence – I was 19 at the time.

I wanted to be ‘tough’ so went the second day. For the next two weeks, everything that came from my nose, throat, ears even eyes was black. My sister didn’t demand for rent or contribution towards food so easy for me to call it a quit. Mama Abasi, my sister’s neighbour stayed for almost a month before she left – actually she was terribly sick, complained of chest infection so had to stop.

I would not be surprised if this company (can’t remember its name) is still there today operating the same way. The saying was – soldier go, soldier come, barrack remains.

It never occurred for the sick to complain about the working environment because there is no one listening to the small people or cared about their health or poor pay.

If we are genuine about wanting better working conditions, we need to take on Nigeria owned company in the first instance.


What happens when ones livelihood is stolen

Many Nigerians today are all over the world working and living and for the most part making honest happy living. Their new-found homes allowed them to keep the wealth they worked hard for and make use of what rightly belonged to them as they see fit.

Here is what happens to Nigerians on their own very soil that we all shy away from talking about but forget that very adage Adie ba l’okun, ara o r’okun, ara o r’adie loosely means that chicken that stands on a thin line is as unstable as the line itself – neither is at ease.

About two weeks ago, another clash occurred betweeen Modakeke and Ife, this time it was between farmers in a village called Tòrò, a village in Modakeke and had equal number of farmers from both towns. For more than 300 years farmers from both sides have planted and harvested their produce, inter-married, shared memories of important events, well not without occassional hiccups but for the most  part, manageable coexistence, thanks to  Oba Adesoji Aderemi

The last long crises in both Modakeke and Ife started in 1997, handiwork of  Yoruba Premier King, Oluaye of Yorubaland this time a lot of permanent damages was done. All Modakeke farmers at Ogudu Village were either killed or escaped with nothing they could point to, to be theirs. Ogudu is a village based in Ile Ife however, for hundreds of years it is occupied by both Modakeke and Ife farmers just as Tòrò is in Modakeke but farmers are from both two communities.

Modakeke farms at Ogudu village were taken over by the Ifes, some have even been sold to non natives from out of state, deliberately. However, Ife farmers in Tòrò make regular visits to their farms and for the most part, they are unharmed.

Since 1997 hundreds of ‘peace talks’ have been conducted among elders, none of which resulted in getting Ogudu farmers back to their livelihoods or provided alternatives. In other words, the displaced farmers from Ogudu still live by the mercy of neighbours and donations from friends and family – charity is all good but for how long can one survive on that?

A group was formed in Tòrò and worked together to no longer allow Ife indigenes to come to the farms if Ogudu farmers aren’t allowed to visit their farms. Can’t anyone see this coming before now? If the government refuses to step in when the traditional rulers /elder have woefully failed, people will take power to their own hands and fight for survival – it is all that most people ask for anyways, to survive at least with a bit of dignity.

Oh, on this occasion, Oba of Ife was not available for any comment even though ‘his’ own son of the land lost his life. The king is 82 years old, I have seen the tone of his language changed dramatically in the last decades, even cautious but the truth is Oka ti b’imo, s’ile, o ti b’oro. Some have profited enormously from the crisis and would do anything to keep it going.

Having been born and raised in the midst of this mindless waste of lives and properties, I don’t condone violent to make any point no matter how crucial especially when I know that where my people are concerned it is the normal everyday people from both communities that always get the brunt.

What I know for sure is that both communities are here to stay, we just need to count our loses and find better way of coexisting together. How do we achieve this when so much decision is left for the royal family whose idea of a neighbour is synonymous to being servants?



Palm oil production in Nigeria


If you’ve never visited other people’s farm, you’ll spend the rest of your life believing your father’s farm was the best – goes a Yoruba saying.

Everyday, presents itself with yet another opportunity to learn new things.

Growing up in the village, I naively thought Nigeria was the only place in the world that produces palm oil, even when I read years ago that palm trees grow in other tropical countries around the world, my imagination could not stretch enough to picture similarities and differences in the farming, harvesting and production of palm oil in other people’s land.

I recently learnt that Nigeria in the 1960s produces 43% of the world palm oil while Malaysia around the same time produced less than 10%. Today, Malaysia and Indonesia are the two main exporters of palm oil with Indonesia in the lead. Between both two countries, they produce yearly 90% of the world palm…

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Modern Day Forced Marriages

Juju Films

“Arrangee Marriage” the practice of arranged marriages is a serious problem in our society today. The tradition of forced marriages is widespread in Nigeria, usually parents selling their children into wedlock.

Children especially girls are forced into these marriages. If the girl is against the union, she could be kidnapped while out running errands, usually with her parents consent. Once the man (usually older) forcibly rapes the girl, she is left with few choices but to accept her fate and remain with him.

The new face of forced arranged marriages is the new wave of churches popping up in Nigeria today including the Christian Pentecostal Church. They marry based on the arrangement set for them by their religious leaders. The church tests for virginity, pregnancy, sickle cell traits and AIDS/HIV. The virginity and pregnancy tests are conducted on the bride for reasons best known to the church, a double standard…

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Lifestyle education – Key to raising Nigeria rural dwellers out of poverty

Lots have been written/said to be the contributing factors for rural Nigeria poverty so as the long list of ways in which the government could help to bridge the gap between the poor and the rich Nigerians. In the last decade, Nigeria government have been investing in agriculture partly due to reality of dwindling demands for oil also because of the massive wasted opportunity in farming.

There is one area that has been ignored in the reports which we can not afford to leave out – villagers having second home as contributing factor to poverty in the rural areas. There are different levels of poverty, some are more of the mind than material.

In my village in Osun State for example at least 50% of inhabitants whose main job is in the farm have a second home in town and at any given festival/events such as Eid, Easter, and Christmas 70% of the villagers are out to town to celebrate and will stay away for at least a week or more before returning to the village. So overall it is only about 30% people in my village that lived in the village all year round, some of them owned their house in the village, a few renting.

My village is a typical Yoruba village with dirt roads, no toilets, only primary school building which is half gone due to no maintenance, drinking water from stream hence guinea worm epidemic, subsistence farming due to lack of capital, no electricity so large-scale farming is one big dream.

Agbopa Village, Ibadan
Agbopa Village, Ibadan

The above are significant social problems that have accumulated over decades, even if we have super intelligent leaders with hearts to serve the people and give to us what is rightly ours, rural poverty may still continue in many parts of Nigeria if we leave some keys lifestyle decisions unaltered.

Why would a villager needs two homes within 15 miles of each other, mind you these two houses more often than not are two mud structures with corrugated roof and sometimes cotton fabric as windows, but the point is that these are two structures that require maintenance no matter how little.

In civilised world, most farmers lived on their farms with no second home. They too, do travel away from their farms occasionally but they didn’t have to own their accommodation so they rent a property or hotel while away from home.

However, in Nigeria especially in my part of the country people are poor to begin with and still strive to maintain two homes both homes in most cases put together is less than one ideal home.

Looking back now, most family whose children did not make it past primary school in my village have parents with houses both in the village and my 15miles away town. Many parents especially the enlightened ones made different choices – some rented both in the village and in town and only acquire a land to build when it is feasible to do so without the pressure of societal status quo.

Maybe in addition to the government initiative of helping rural families out of poverty, massive education around making the right lifestyle choices based on one’s income is equally important.


In Nigeria Stealing ≠ corruption, in Czech petty theft gets national outcry

Earlier on this year, Nigeria president Goodluck Jonathan once again did it by teaching the whole nation a new definition for corruption, in his effort to explain how ‘clean’ his party is, he redefined looting of the nation’s treasury by politicians as mere stealing and not corruption.

There was a big noise about this but as always, the noise fades away like many others. Since then, a few things happened: $9 million cash was seized in South Africa in an aircraft that belonged to a close friend of president Goodluck Jonathan and the president of Christian Association of Nigeria Pastor Ayo Oritsejafor – no case has been answered to date – this is Nigeria.

Also, the case that prompted our PhD president rsedefining stealing Vs. corruption was that of $20billion that just waka away unaccounted for – still no clear explanation for the whereabout.

Now as Nigerians, we know by now that miracle will not happen to clean our public offices, it is up to us to decide the best way to rid our public offices from these blood-sucking vultures.

Since our problem with corruption or stealing from ‘national cake’ is deep-rooted, maybe the best way is to be intolerant of any public theft be it petty or otherwise.

Here is how Czech dealt with one of theirs – imagine if we can manage to get our politicians to his level?



Black woman – Whose hair do you wear today?

Black women and their hair journey is personal. Each person has to eventually find a new definition for what makes a beautiful hair. As it stands today the most attractive hairstyle for many black women is what their natural hair is incapable of.

A few years ago I met up with a friend for lunch, being a joker that he is, as I approached, the first sentence he uttered after the usual greetings was “Hey, who are you wearing today?” “My Brazillian cousin.” I responded.

I am yet to see the ‘perfect’ relaxer for black hair that wouldn’t turn hair to flakes. You are meant to feel more confident when your hair is relaxed and silky but this is short-lived and leave one feeling anything but confidence after a couple of weeks – if you are lucky your scalp survive the harsh chemicals.

Black women for the last decade have gone to extreme measures in search for the perfect hair. Plastic extensions is no longer enough to give the long shiny hair we so much hope to increase confidence, this time our sisters sought for human hair that looks natural on the original owner but of course alien on black women head, we don’t really mind though as long as it is from ANY human, we’ll go for it.

It used to be Indian, Brazillian, Venezuelan and all that remotely looked Chinese. Now, here is the new twist that I think black women must pay attention to, people are spending hard-earned money buying Goat hairall in the name of searching for long long hair. Rats are pretty much easier to come by than goats, how long will it take before we started wearing rat’s hair?

Given that most of these synthetic and human hair are made for Africans by non Africans – Maybe it is time to step back and think about whose definition of beauty we are fulfilling. Does this person cared a hoot about health implications?