![]() ![]() ![]() And the first thing that I planned to do when I got home was to look up “feminist” in the dictionary. So I brushed it aside and continued to argue. I could tell from his tone, the same tone that you would use to say something like, “You’re a supporter of terrorism.” I did not know exactly what this word “feminist” meant and I did not want Okuloma to know that I did not know. I don’t remember what this particular argument was about, but I remember that as I argued and argued, Okuloma looked at me and said, “You know, you’re a feminist.” It was not a compliment. I was about 14, we were in his house, arguing, both of us bristling with half-bit knowledge from books that we had read. He was also the first person to call me a feminist. Okuloma was a person I could argue with, laugh with and truly talk to. Okuloma died in the notorious Sosolisa plane crash in Nigeria in December of 2005, almost exactly 7 years ago. If I liked a boy, I would ask Okuloma’s opinion. Okuloma lived on my street and looked after me like a big brother. So I would like to start by telling you about one of my greatest friends, Okuloma. ![]()
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