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. In a land where the interest in archaeology seems muted, what kind of society do we strive to become? How can we claim to understand the complex nature of our contemporary artistic expressions when our classical art is not valued and its chronological link to what we are creating today is not being taught in schools? Hidden within the annals of our artistic legacy lie great works of immense value, awaiting discovery and appreciation to guide us in truly defining our unique identity, distinct from those whose experiences are different from ours.
These works resonates with a deeply touching and personal message: there exists a wealth of our history that yearns to be unearthed. Hidden beneath the surface lie tonnes of buried narratives begging to be excavated and taught, particularly within the realm of education. The foundation of a thriving nation is rooted in the authentic truths of its past, for falsehoods can never nurture the growth of a nation.”
