Meeting Chimamanda Adichie...

I was having trouble sleeping, so I thought I would write about meeting Chimamanda, world famous author and feminist, at Yellow Chilli two days ago.

We had just sauntered into Yellow Chilli for an easy evening and were heading for our table when Ehis spotted her. We could not quickly decide whether to engage her, particularly because it meant interrupting her conversation with her companion, but she seemed to notice our conundrum and waved us over.

A woman once got nasty when she asked to take a picture with me and I said no, because I was exhausted and I looked terrible. Another person once said to me – “you must always smile no matter what.” I thought: “how absurd. Do YOU always smile?” I’m actually quite the smiler but I certainly will not smile if I am upset about something. Everyone has good days and bad days and I treasure my human right to have good days and bad days.

I think the idea of celebrity is that you are supposed always to be ‘on,’ always in performance mode. And I certainly can’t and won’t do that. - Interview with Olisa.tv.

After reading that last year, I was certainly relieved that she waved us over and seemed to be having a good day.

I was in full star-struck mode. I struggled to decide whether to introduce myself as “Koye” or “Mogbekeloluwa” when she asked for our names, eventually introducing myself as “Koyejo” for the first time ever. My father would be proud; my acquisition of his first name is now complete! She wanted to know if we had read her books, and we had read all four between us; all five if you count the print version of We Should All Be Feminists.

I blurted out that I mostly identified as feminist when she asked, a question occasioned by my previous admission that I had seen We Should All Be Feminists three or four times. I usually answer a straight “yes” to this question as I deeply believe in equal rights for people regardless of gender and other differences, but in front of the woman who first got me thinking about the subject - I was not sure my ‘feminism’ was enough to qualify for a “yes”.

She accepted to take pictures with us, making funny faces and smiling graciously as we took turns for selfies. I happened to be wearing the same shirt I wore the day I took selfies with Tiwa Savage seven weeks ago - but I can’t resist sharing the picture!

All in, it went much better than I imagined when I first thought in 2004 or 2005 about ‘meeting’ Chimamanda someday, and I look forward to meeting again on different terms and maybe having a longer conversation about gender equality and other topics.

Now, I will try to count sheep again.