1953 |The Head Wrap Collection, is more than just a line of beautiful one of a kind headwraps, but a celebration of African culture and all the women who are confidently pushing this diverse culture forward.
Our pieces are handmade in Nigeria, and handpicked by Folasade Adeoso through out local markets in Nigeria making our collection one of a kind and timeless.
We are proud to have our products come from Nigeria. By doing so we are brining a sense of connection to the country, the culture and Africa as a whole. With that in mind, we will always offer 100% satisfaction and our products come from 100% quality guaranteed.
The Head Wrap Collection is perfect for everyday fashion, dress up, parties, traditional ceremonies, women on the go and those who love to mix and match patterns.
About Folasade Adeoso:
When I am not busy creating or coming up with new ideas for my brand, you will find that I spend my time always trying to enjoy life as much as I can with family and friends or simply by myself. After the death of my Father, Austin Adebisi Adeoso, who passed away of cancer January 10, 2012, I decided to fulfill my dreams of creating art and expanding myself as a brand.
About a year later, in 2013, I traveled to Nigeria for the first time since I left for Canada with my parents at the age of two. During my trip to Nigeria, I discussed with my Aunt that that my peers in America loved when I wore my headwraps and inquired on where and how they can get one of their own. The very next day I found myself in the middle of a neigbourhood market in Lagos alongside my Aunt handpicking beautifully patterned headwraps to start off my new business ventures.
The brand name”1953” came to mind during the trip back to Nigeria. When I landed in Nigeria, family greeted me by saying, “Welcome to your Father’s land”. 1953 was the year that my Father was born, it became the year Nigeria became my Father’s land. This is in honour of him, a piece of him that I can now pass on to my own family.
Some faces from the Nigeria Global Day of Action protest in support of the Nigerian LGBTQ community.
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These are the kind of solutions Nigeria has for terrorism.
Here is a textbook example of lazy western journalism.
The Guardian recently published an article on Boko Haram. However, the lead image they used was from the Niger Delta. The image is of a pipeline explosion and people on a canoe. I’ve been around my fair share of photo and newsdesk editors, so I know how they think. The writer of the article probably had nothing to do with the image, that was most likely an editor’s decision. The editor probably only used this image because it has an explosion, even though the explosion has nothing to do with Boko Haram and the location of the pictured explosion is not even in the same region of Nigeria where Boko Haram operates. It’s literally at opposite ends of the country. But any picture of an explosion will do.
This is what happens when you don’t have diverse newsdesk editors. No Nigerian (or anyone with a cursory knowledge of Nigeria) would make this kind of mistake.
The same thing goes on with white journalists who are supposed “West Africa experts”, yet they don’t know the difference between Nigerian and Nigerien. Despite these constant mistakes, these white people all have jobs. There are black people who have been fired for far less.
With the ongoing Fuel Scarcity situation in Lagos, people are finding it hard to get regular public transportation. And everyone has to rush to get into the taxi and danfo that stops….
Hope the crisis ends soon!
As FADER’s love affair with Nigerian label Maki Oh and it’s namesake founder Amaka Osakwe grows, so to does my own personal long distance admiration of the designer and her works continue to be nurtured.
In their latest feature on the designer and the significance of her Maki Oh as a Lagos-based and Nigerian-centered homegrown label, the FADER’s style editor at large Mobolaji Dawodu, who’s half-Nigerian, recollects his childhood in Lagos and connects his nostalgic remembrances of the role clothes, style and tailoring plays in Lagos life, to the ways in which the relevance and dynamics of these traditions are being interestingly resurrected by Maki Oh’s use of non-Western Nigerian cloths such as Adire that are both made in and originate in Nigeria (although similar indigo dying techniques are used throughout much of West Africa).
Maki draws from the traditional stuff, because that’s where it started, but she’s mixing it up.
In this regard, Maki Oh stands out from a sea of African designers who are using non-African textiles (i.e. Dutch Wax print) that have become synonymous with what we often refer to as ‘African fashion’, and often mistaken for being of African origin.
Maki’s work stands out because she uses fabrics in Africa that aren’t the norm. Nowadays, everybody is doing a lot of beautiful designs with African prints, or ankara—like the Turkish capital. But the fabrics that Maki uses are more obscure. When you see an African print, you look at it and you’re like, Oh that’s an African print, but what she uses, when you look at it, it’s not just about Africa. It’s a mesh of many influences. A lot of ankara fabrics are actually imported from Holland these days; the prints that Maki uses will be hand-painted and stitched in Nigeria, but they’ll be a play on those traditional designs and the stories they tell, like a dress that’s covered in eyes, or fish, or a very contemporary-looking abstract design.
All Africa, All the time.
Patrick Obahiagbon’s latest facebook status. haha
36 minute video footage of Fela Kuti and Egypt 80 performing in Spain circa 1987. The footage consists of a live performance mixed with Fela speaking throughout.
New video from Seun Kuti.
IMF (International Motherfucker) feat M1 from Dead Prez
Every few months, a Nigerian person’s house will smell like stockfish for a day or two. Prepare your non-Nigerian friends in advance for it. Either don’t invite them over when the funk is in full effect, or let them know that okporoko is part of your culture.
If your lover is not a Nigerian or West African, and they knack you in a house that smells like stockfish, know that they truly love you. Plan your marriage with them immediately as they are the real deal.
You want a barometer of true love? Make love to me when I smell like stockfish so I know it’s real.
The day my auntie beat me as a child
When you watch all the youtube parody videos on Nigerian and African parents, most of them have the parents beating their kids. Often the beatings are without much provocation. It’s no doubt exaggerated for comedic effect, but it’s generally true.
Corporal punishment is a way of life in many African households. In Nigeria, when your parent says to you “Am I your mate?”, you better start praying. My parents never beat me, instead they used to take away privileges. Believe me when I tell you, this was far worse than a beating. I actually wanted them to beat me like my friend’s parents used to do. Beatings were temporary, so I could get over that in no time is what I used to tell myself. It only took seconds or minutes. My parents used the sinister method of taking things away from me for punishment. Yes, sinister is the right word. I thought it was evil. For instance, I would come home from school and my Nintendo was gone. I wouldn’t see it again for 2 months. When you’re a kid, do you know how long 2 months feels? That’s pretty much a century. Shit, I wish my parents dropkicked me at that point. I remember when my dad told me that I wasn’t going to watch Summerslam one year. I wanted to die. I was a huge wrestling fan, so this one hurt really bad. There was no internet in the 80s, so I had nothing. Then I had to hear about the matches the next day when all the kids in school would be talking about it. I had to wait like a year for it to come out on VHS, but by then I already knew the results. Jeez, that was awful. You better believe I was a choirboy after that kind of torture. I was all “Good morning mommy and daddy.” and “Yes mommy and daddy.” and “Oh, you want me to sweep the parlour? My pleasure! I’ll sweep the veranda as well. It could use the sweep!”.
Anyway, just because my parents never beat me doesn’t mean I escaped beatings. I had aunties that weren’t as progressive as my parents. I’ll never forget the time when I talked back to one of my aunties, and she slapped me fast and furiously. I swear, it’s like she was on anabolic steroids or something. She slapped me so hard that my mouth was agape but no sound came out. I was so shocked. I used to read old Ebony magazines we had around the house and there used to be retrospective articles on people like Martin Luther King Jr and Rosa Parks, so I started talking about my civil rights to my aunt. I actually told her that she couldn’t do this and that she was violating my civil rights. I forgot that I was in Nigeria and not America that summer. She said “Civil Rights ke? Abeg, shut your mouth jare!”, then she slapped me again. I shut up fast.
See, it all started with me saying something slick, I can’t even remember what I said or did initially, but my aunt told me “If you keep acting that way, you will smell yourself today.” Now, any Nigerian knows that when an older person tells you that “you’re going to smell yourself”, you need to shape up or else it will be “koboko time”. To the non-Nigerians, koboko is a switch/cane mostly used for flogging unruly kids. Instead of me taking heed to the warning after she told me that I was going to smell myself, I arrogantly and sarcastically replied with “I don’t care. I’m clean and I wear deodorant. I smell good.” Chai. See me see trouble. My aunt is old, slow and out of shape, but after I said that, why did she turn into Bruce Lee? All I saw was wrinkly palms slapping me unmercifully. I couldn’t even react. Her palms were like a stick and my face was her pinata.
In hindsight, I got off lightly. She merely slapped me. She didn’t fetch her koboko. I learned that day. I’m in my 30s and I’m still cautious whenever I see her. She and her damn ninja slapping palms.
Boko Haram 'in village massacre' »
The gunmen reportedly rounded up a group of men in Izge village and shot them, before going door-to-door and killing anyone they found.
Traditional Nigerian occupations captured by documentary photographer Muyiwa Osifuye.
Cloth Weaving: Nigeria is famous for the numerous types of fabric which were traditionally woven by hand, but today modern technology has taken over. Fabrics include the famous “Aso oke”, traditionally worn by royalty but nowadays for special occasions, “Adire” or tie and dye and “Ankara” among the Yoruba and “George” among the Igbo.
Pottery: Among the Yoruba, potters were traditionally women, but in the north they were men. Traditional pots were made for ritual purposes, water vessels and cooking.
Palm Wine Tapping: Wine tapping is another occupation from the past which still continues today. The female or red Abe (Oil palm tree) is used for palm kernels from which you get palm oil used in cooking, manufacture of margarine and soap. The sap of the male or white Abe is used to make Palm wine, which is a popular traditional beer all over West Africa.
Wood Carving: Wood carvers traditionally built shrines which are used to worship traditional gods and lots of their work centered around masks and figures in this regard. However, they also make lots of figure ornaments and carvings of people and animals.
Bronze and Metal Casting: Ife and Benin are famous all over the world for their bronze and metal carvings. Traditionally a lot of these elaborate masks and carvings were made to decorate the royal palaces, or for use in ceremonial occasions and traditional shrines. Sadly a lot of these national heirlooms are now housed in museums or private collections around the world.
Wielding Whip and a Hard New Law, Nigeria Tries to ‘Sanitize’ Itself of Gays »
BAUCHI, Nigeria — The young man cried out as he was being whipped on the courtroom bench. The bailiff’s leather whip struck him 20 times, and when it was over, the man’s side and back were covered with bruises.
Still, the large crowd outside was disappointed, the judge recalled: The penalty for gay sex under local Islamic law is death by stoning.
“He is supposed to be killed,” the judge, Nuhu Idris Mohammed, said, praising his own leniency on judgment day last month at the Shariah court here. The bailiff demonstrated the technique he used: whip at shoulder level, then forcefully down.
The mood is unforgiving in this north Nigeria metropolis, where nine others accused of being gay by the Islamic police are behind the central prison’s high walls. Stones and bottles rained down on them outside the court two weeks ago, residents and officials said; some in the mob even wanted to set the courtroom ablaze, witnesses said.
Since Nigeria’s president, Goodluck Jonathan, signed a harsh law criminalizing homosexuality throughout the country last month, arrests of gay people have multiplied, advocates have been forced to go underground, some people fearful of the law have sought asylum overseas and news media demands for a crackdown have flourished.
Sigh… Full read here