A resplendent woman adorned with an Afro and ethereal blue complexion, ensconced within a colossal crimson stiletto reminiscent of a nautical vessel in my slumber.
I find myself deeply triggered by the discourse on identity within the African landscape, particularly in Nigeria, the world’s largest Black population! What does it truly mean to be a Nigerian? And in a deeper way, what does it mean to exist as oneself? In this shared narrative, history often remains scarce within the confines of our educational system, with official narratives failing to illuminate the truths of our past.


Sometime in April 2020 , the Whole lockdown and covid scare got to me and I started seeing black as a color in my visions. Literally every time I feel like painting , the black color was getting in my view. I was surrounded at that time being mostly at home alone, with plants ( flowers ) in the house and I found myself relating with them like humans! I mean with more life about them than just plants. It was like they could talk back to me and share in the pains and stress I was feeling at that time.

