Yemi Soneye

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PublisherSaraba2012
There is a statement, “Africa is a country,” used to satirize Western‘ preconceptions about Africa. With billions of people, thousands of ethnicities, several colonial histories and varied post-independence struggles, the continent is spoken of as a single plane that is beset by bad leadership, unending poverty, and the odd scenery. Yes, the continent has these, and yes, there really are some similarities across the different countries and cultures. But, the question remains: Is that all that can be said? And there is another question: How can you represent what truly is Africa? For us at Saraba, we set out to have ...
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PublisherSaraba2013
We think that to deal with art we ought to present it, not talk about it. For four months we opened our window to artists producing the finest work in Nigeria, Africa and elsewhere, and the result is what you will see. Seeing is ultimately a trafficking in subtlety, especially if that process of seeing is influenced by art. What, exactly, is art? Since at Saraba we’re open to this kind of questioning that is essentially a voyage, the kind that assembles literary content, art is a process as well as an outcome. Art is the reverberation of colour; art is ...
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PublisherSaraba2011
The task of raising a collage that forays into fashion is arduous and pitiful. Firstly, fashion is a slippery phenomenon, like a jelly hydra, it eludes even the most patient and skilled handlers, which we were not. We often cut to the chase. We exhaust our senses in the pursuit of an ideal perspective for each our issues, but with this issue, it was not business as usual, our modus operandi was put to test. Second is that there is no global approach that seeks to suck in all the fragments of fashion and adapt it for a cosmic show glass. ...
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PublisherSaraba2011
There is a certain way of perpetuating the discourse of food: relishing a meal while predetermining the next. This might be the subliminal rationale behind the “Prequel Issue” to the “Food Issue,” the culinary delight of hors d’oeuvre. This philosophy might as well promote gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins, but Temitayo Olonlua’s piece pointedly asserts this behaviour as popular during the ghastly military era that beleaguered Nigeria a republic ago. And that our “Food Issue” is timely in re-ushering Muslim faithfuls from their stint with abstinence, the milieu is primed to receive Saraba’s muse on food as a ...
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PublisherSaraba2012
It is arguable that justice is as sweet as revenge, or even sweeter. Justice, after all, is civilized revenge meted with a communal consent. Humanity has a raving appetite for Justice. Nigeria, like many countries, is however starved of justice. Justice cannot be found in the rusted lead-pipes of judicial bureaucracy, in the cavernous courtrooms with termite-eaten wooden docks. Justice has retired from these places. Justice has relocated to the jungle, to the hearts of hapless civilians, to the aggregation of market stalls, to rundown beer parlours and still, Justice is neither satisfied nor safe. Justice is chased, taunted, trampled upon ...
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PublisherSaraba2011
Because music is grey and sits on air, intangibility, neither here nor there. Because music is everything and yet ungraspable…
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PublisherSaraba2012
Sometimes sex is a word, sometimes it’s not. Often it’s a question, an exchange, a protest, a dialogue. Often it’s a state of complexness. Sex is both body and soul, presented in visual and textual terms. In this issue, where we have succeeded in collecting mostly sex-themed writings, outlooks range from the vulgar to the pious, from the introspective to the blasphemous. And that’s because our reading of sexuality must necessarily transcend boundaries, whether visible or imagined. Especially because we make Saraba within a socio-cultural context of silence. This silence is the fact of anonymity, the fact of name-swap, as we ...
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PublisherSaraba2010
We think of technology as a basket of broken eggs, which must hatch into chicks. Our contemplation is that we must accept disadvantage as advantage, that we must lead ourselves into a den of a lion, and sleep close to its mane. The starting point was an identification of eternity. It‘s difficult to agree with James Blunt: “Forever is just a minute to me.” For, in the initial analysis, technology is to us what a mustard seed is to a sea. There is, we beg, no specificity to an outlook on technology. But what does an unwholesome consideration entail? How can we ...

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