Each week here at YNaija, we round up the best Nigerian writing on the internet, highlighting the stories, profiles, interviews and in-depth reporting that rise above the daily churn.
Here are the ones that caught our attention:
Tekno’s Jogodo and the need for Sampling laws in Nigeria – Makua Adimora
Of course Tekno had done this without seeking or receiving permission of any sort. In an ideal judiciary system, this act would’ve been met with serious monetary consequences in the form of a lawsuit in favour of Danfo Drivers. Instead, the pair took to social media to express their dissatisfaction with Tekno’s actions via a viral clip of a Headies red carpet interview as they stated, ‘Tekno I’m not joking. You dey owe us, you go pay.
Pioneers: It’s Finally DRB’s Lasgidi’s Year – Clarence MaceBong
The rise of the alté scene (as it is popularly known as) didn’t start overnight. There were so many young people, who stuck out like a sore thumb whenever they tried to do things they actually liked, but went against the conservative nature of the Nigerian society. Always kept in a box, they were made to follow the “orthodox” mediums of self expression, dressing, career choices, and even sexuality.
Netflix and the Business of Film in Nigeria – Fisayo Okare
In any case, Netflix Naija is here for business, and the American media service presents a unique opportunity for Nigerian filmmakers to rethink the conditions to which their movies will fare for acquisition, even before producing it.
Why we Shouldn’t Sweep these Allegations against Brymo under the Rug – The Native Mag
Casual attitudes towards sexually inappropriate behaviour leave room for violent and abusive men to continue hurting women, and we have dismantled and learnt too much over the years to let the fear of consequences derail the fight. By the looks of it, with the way Brymo has continued like normal in the face of these accusations, it wouldn’t be a far cry to assume that at this point, he either doesn’t think he did anything wrong in that account, or believes (like most men do) that he can get away with it.
Desire – Adeniyi Ademoroti
OC glowed beside me, skin shea-butter smooth. My senses hummed with efficiency: his smile curved and perfect; his smell the clean green of a medicated soap—Dettol, Delta; his voice broken as if inside his throat was a battle, speech and silence slugging it out, so that words came out lumped together then metered in dazzling freedom. When he made to grab my arm, I jerked it away because even then I knew to clobber down desire.