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‘We are brought up to think suffering this violence is OK’: domestic abuse in Nigeria

Dr Perpetua Mbanefo was just getting ready to drive to her new internship in Lagos when her husband suddenly got upset, seizing her car keys and medical licence. “He said I am becoming too free. Then I asked him for my things back and he got very upset, dragged me and threatened to stab me with a broken bottle.”

Her voice shakes as she talks. The next morning, again as she was preparing for work, he stopped her from leaving the house. “He said I am not going anywhere, [that] he owns me. He started calling me names, like ashewo [slut], and said that I am sleeping with people in my workplace. I didn’t pay attention to that because none of it was true. He has told me that if he decides to lock me up, nobody is going to come and ask because it is a family issue.”

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‘It’s like millions of ants are biting my bones’ – fighting sickle cell disease in Nigeria

Anight out on Toyin Oshinowo’s 21st birthday wasn’t quite the coming of age story she had hoped. Just five minutes after having sex for the first time, she found herself hauled into the back of an ambulance en route to hospital with a sickle cell crisis.

“I look at this guy at the hospital and he looks panicky and after that we never really spoke again. I probably scared him off,” Oshinowo recounts with squeaky giggles, sprawled across the couch in her bedroom.

This was the first of Oshinowo’s many heartbreaks as a person living with sickle cell disease – an inherited red blood cell disorder that causes unusually shaped red blood cells – and can be fatal. These sickle shaped cells can stick to blood vessel walls blocking the flow of oxygen to organs, causing excruciating pain episodes like the one that landed Oshinowo in hospital on her 21st birthday. As well as causing painful episodes, known as crises, that can last up to a week or more, sufferers of sickle cell are also more vulnerable to infections and anaemia

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‘The exorcism was over in 15 minutes but nothing changed’ – LGBT life in Nigeria

A pastor spits out prayers as his subject falls to the ground, writhing and contorting after a 30-day fast. Ministers form a circle around the emaciated man and douse him in anointing oil and holy water. When the prayer tsunami ends, a hovering calm ensues. A hologram glides through the man’s atrophied body as he springs to his feet, professing his salvation. So goes the standard script for a deliverance session or exorcism in Nigerian film.

Bree, whose name has been changed to protect her identity, said her first deliverance session in 2004 had none of this Nollywood drama.

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Palenque by Joaquin Sarmeto

Palenquero: The identity behind a language in Colombia

San Basilio de Palenque, Colombia – A warm smile spreads across Juana’s face as she attempts to sell me a slice of Yucca cake, a sweetened pastry made with cassava, eggs and condensed milk. She and John Jairo, our tour guide, are talking to one another. Words roll off her tongue and her hands flail as I stare at the apron, in the colours of the Colombian flag, tied over her chequered gypsy skirt.

I listen closely to see if I can identify any of the words they use and match them to a language I am familiar with. It is a weird kind of guessing game I play with myself when I am in Lagos, Nigeria, but there I usually attempt to guess people’s ethnicities from the sounds and patterns of the languages they speak.

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In Search Of Champeta | By Wana Udobang | Non-Fiction

I had never heard of Champeta. So when Juliana sent me the reading list for the fellowship, I was intrigued to find that a genre of music had been invented based on some of the music that came out of Nigeria and other parts of Africa. More extraordinary was discovering that this was happening all the way in Colombia, and Nigerians knew nothing about it.

Our connection with the Latin Caribbean has always been our loyal obsession with Telenovelas. Thanks to this, husbands have been known to invest in dual view decoders, and I have almost had my eyebrows waxed off by wondering eyed beauticians.

So as part of my research, I dig out old YouTube videos, but they mostly remind me of francophone pop music I grew up watching and listening to.

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A day in the life of… Lagos’ only rape support centre

The Mirabel Centre is not easy to find. It is on the premises of the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital, beside the mosque, I am told. But when I ask a few people for directions, they seem as baffled as to its whereabouts. Eventually, a young doctor escorts me there. And it is nothing like I imagined.

In my mind, I had conjured an image of a semi-detached patch of serenity; the sort of place that might offer at least the little comfort to be found in bricks and mortar. In reality, Lagos’ only rape centre is a long, dimly lit corridor lined with tiny rooms. With arms outstretched, you can almost touch each side. And the overall sense is of one of the walls closing in.

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Uncool to use English: the rise of ‘dialectical’ rap

Walking through the bus parks and street markets of my youth, between snatches of Fuji music and Celine Dion, it was impossible to miss the voices of Biggie, Tupac and Salt-N-Pepa blaring through the loudspeakers and bleeding into the streets.

Rap and hip-hop culture were everywhere: baggy trousers and baseball hats worn backwards, to the hammer dance and the bounce to your step that – without the right amount of swag and attitude – might be mistaken for a bad limp. I won many party dance competitions with my running man, shutting my mouth still when Salt-N-Pepa would utter the ‘S’ word in Let’s Talk About Sex, and I have fond memories of my camouflage cargo pants, spaghetti straps and Janet Jackson box braids.

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A new vaginal ring to prevent HIV

Despite the advances in treatment and biomedical intervention, HIV continues to spread at alarming rates among women in sub- Saharan Africa where who account for nearly 6 out of 10 adults infected. So identifying HIV prevention technology to meet their needs is said to be a critical tool in ending the epidemic.

The new vaginal ring made from silicone designed to deliver the anti-retroviral drug dapivirin to prevent HIV-1 has been recently announced and according to studies provides significant protection against HIV infection in women.

The monthly dapivirin vaginal ring is said to block HIV’s ability to replicate itself inside a healthy cell. These results were drawn from two large phase III clinical trials involving 2,629 African women between the ages of 18-45. The findings showed to reduce infection overall by 31 percent and 27 percent respectively compared to those assigned a placebo. In another study conducted by the Microbicides Trials Network-MTN, researchers found that among women who used the ring consistently, HIV risk was cut by at least 56 percent. In another subgroup of women who used the ring most, findings suggest their HIV risk was reduced by 75 percent.

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Lonely In Lagos

Poet and journalist Wana Udobang travels round her home city, Lagos, speaking to people who are lonely and isolated in Africa’s most populous city.

She meets a young gay man who opens up about his feelings ofisolation in the light of strict laws on homosexuality, and meets a group of displaced women who are coming together to combat loneliness in poverty.

She also hears moving stories about the impact of depression and grief on loneliness, and visits a cycling club and an elderly community centre helping people to feel less lonely in this fast-changing city.

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Suffering and Smiling

A portrait of Nigeria, seen through the eyes of a new generation of writers and poets.

In the first of two programmes spoken word poet Wana Udobang introduces us to Lagos: her home city, a megacity, an economicpowerhouse and, according to its resident writers, the craziest, most congested, most entrepreneurial, hustling, joyful, energetic and creative space in Africa. Fela Kuti captured the essence of Lagos in his song Shuffering and Shmiling’.Click here to listen

‘Nigerians find it difficult to buy nudes’

Writer and broadcaster Wana Udobang considers why art that shows nude bodies doesn’t sell well in the Nigerian art market. Click here to listen


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