Because I come from a continent that was colonized, I have to constantly prove to everyone and myself that I'm not trying to be like my once-upon-a-time masters; that I'm just following my human instincts to be creative; that I know I have to work three times as hard. The first hard; because I'm black. The second hard; because I'm Nigerian. The third hard; because I'm a woman.  Yes! my gender is a bummer too. It doesn't matter what I can do or how many times I've proven I can do them; if I don't precisely prove my gender isn't a barrier. Proving that I'm capable of doing certain things has never been the problem. But proving things I can't control? Now, that's a huge worry.  Maybe racism would still be justified.Maybe being Nigerian is not a big deal.Maybe gender equity will still be preferred.Maybe this is an unending fight.The part I want to keep proving is that I'm willing to die in battle.

My gender, complexion and nationality should not be a barrier. They are gifts. They are things not everyone possesses. Isn't that unique? Every time I prove my worth, I become sadder than I was before. Don't get me wrong; I'm okay with proving that I can do it; I'm just not okay with proving that my gifts aren't barriers. My gifts are supposed to be something you should be happy you're experiencing because they are signs that miracle exist..

Maybe gender equality is always going to be misconstrued.Maybe being Nigerian is not a big deal.Maybe gender equity will still be preferred.Maybe this is an unending fight.Maybe racism would still be justified

What I will not stop doing is talking and doing something about it.❤️