My father is from Anambra State.
My mother is from Taraba State.
I was born in Adamawa State.
I grew up in Plateau State.
I schooled in Abuja and also schooled a bit in Maiduguri.
I’m married to a man who is from Lagos and Edo states.
Dadzie is a Ghanaian name.
An uncle of mine, married to one of my aunts, is from Kogi State. I have another uncle from Plateau State.
My cousins bear Yoruba names.
My late best friend whom I loved with all my soul was from Benue State. Another friend who accommodated me when I was in desperate need at some point in my life was from Kaduna State and a Muslim. May they both rest in peace.
My secondary school BFF who is one of the most amazing women I know is a Yoruba Muslim. Another one of my closest friends is from Akwa Ibom State.
I once dated an Ijaw guy (I’d tell you about the other ones but you’ll become fixated on my body count).
I gave permission to the last housemaid that worked for me to teach my kids Efik.
I speak Hausa more than I speak Igbo. I’m not so good with Yoruba but I understand it better than my husband does.
I don’t know how to hate any tribe. It’s a strange concept to me. I do understand that each tribe is known for one thing or the other, sometimes bad. But I don’t believe an entire tribe is bad.
I hate Hate. I detest that people enjoy hate. I fear for what we are teaching our children.
I think people who hate on other tribes have not been out of their sphere. I think they should travel and experience Nigeria. But if they can’t, it’s our duty to change their mindsets.
I think that NYSC is not working anymore if the youths who come out of it can still hate each other.
But I think the onus lies on the youth to change the narrative.
Stop the hate, Nigeria. Don’t raise your children to hate tribes other than yours. It leads us nowhere. Think of Rwanda. Watch Sometimes in April. Watch Hotel Rwanda. Hate speech played a strong part in that genocide. Today, they don’t think along those lines. They are a progressive nation now, but it’s always hard to pick up the pieces after numerous lives have been senselessly lost. They learned the hard way. They didn’t have to. We can learn from them before we plunge ourselves into another war, fighting for politicians that plant the seeds of discord amongst us. Please, let’s not fight their war.
End the hate.
Written by Sally Dadzie