My name is Dàda Àreògún. I am a wood carver. A lot of you may not know me, but I am sure that by the time you’re reading this story, my name would have been etched on the sands of time. I was born in 1880 in a small quiet village called Osi-Ilorin, located at…
“Òrólè baba òkè” : Orole, the king of the heights History has it that, a long time ago, when Orole (“Oro-Ile” meaning “story of the land”) was known to be a low-lying rock outcrop, the people of Oyo Kingdom rose up to attack Ikere Kingdom. The people of Oyo Alaafin wanted to capture and sell…
Like a Half-Cut Egg, Òrólè Stands… like an Olópà’s cap, Olósùnta poses for my camera. The firmament had just slipped off her plush bed and has changed from her gloomy pyjamas into a robe of mild turquoise. The chilly air is appraised by the hazy mists that hang over the ancient town of Ikere-Ekiti, a…
“Arinta… ever wet ever flowing, the obsession of Ipole people, ever plunging ever splashing” In Ekiti State, SW Nigeria, boulders of quartzite dot the foot slopes, glistening in the excited mid-day sun. Thick forests loom above, kissing the sun-charred skies at a verdant skyline. A smooth and well-tarred road branches off the main road which…