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My name is Sarah Modupe Olomola and I’m an African woman from Nigeria and Yoruba by tribe.
I’ve always loved being a black woman, always been proud of being African.

Africa is a beautiful continent and though we’re called “people of color” with the aim of making us feel and look less, our color is a major part of our strength and beauty.

Black first judges you before it gives you a seat on the table, black first seizes you up before you even have a chance to present your case but then I think the irony here is black always has an element of surprise in it especially when it wants to “clear your doubts. ”Ene Elizabeth Adeka

An entity that has always surprised and awed me is the African Woman.

What then is Black Girl Magic?

Black Girl Magic is actually a concept and movement that was popularized by CaShawn Thompson in 2013. The concept was born as a way to “celebrate the beauty, power and resilience of black women”, as described by Julee Wilson from HuffPost, and to congratulate black women on their accomplishments. Referring to a speech made by Michelle Obama at the Black Girls Rock Awards, Thompson explains that black women around the world persevering despite adversity inspired her to spread the concept of Black Girl Magic. With these women in mind, Thompson created the social media hashtag, clothing campaign, and rallying cry “Black Girl Magic”, in the hopes of counteracting negativity society places on black women. – Wikipedia.

The aim of Black Girl Magic Category on Dupe’s blog is in line with this.
Dupe’s Blog Black Girl Magic attempts to celebrate the beauty, attractive features and strength of the black Woman. It also seeks to celebrate her ability to thrive against all odds but that’s not all.
We attempt to push the black woman to reach for more.

Women (especially African) are usually reduced to very little, thereby making them feel relaxed, satisfied with mediocrity and unmotivated to do anything out of the ordinary.

The black woman is a concept that is underemphasized because the opportunities, treasures and limitless abilities that lie beneath her skin remains untapped most of her life. She’s almost like a seed planted in the earth, until she is cultivated by the right hand and just the right amount of water and sunshine, she remains what she is: a seed. You know what they say about a seed, until it buds and bring forth, nobody benefits from it.Ene Elizabeth Adeka

We can do more! We can be much more! Starting from the little things we do to the really “big” things, we can attain excellence. We have the power to shake the universe from our little part or world.

Every Black Girl Magic interview on this blog is aimed at sharpening and perfecting a particular area of the Black Girl’s life.

Related post: The Black Jewel

Remarkable women have come on here to share powerful knowledge on how to be a better woman through practical ways we all can relate to.

So far, I have interviewed women on areas of the Black girl’s life like relationship, money, love, hate, fashion, friends etc. Some have even shared their touching life stories.

History has shown how much a black woman can do when allowed to fully explore and utilize her potentials.

Women like Folorunsho Alakija, Michelle Obama, Oprah Winfrey, Joyce Banda, Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, Ava Duvernay, Ayanna Howard, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Hadiyah-nicole Green, Marley Dias, Serena Williams, Yara Shahidi, Zim Ugochukwu, Sarah Jakes Roberts, and the list is endless have shown us that we (black women) are beyond just plain or ordinary hence the tag ? “BLACK GIRL MAGIC”.

Not “Magic” as in the use of rituals, sorcery or witchcraft but Magic as in being wonderful, amazing and of great value, capable of going beyond expectations and wildest imaginations.

My desire is that every Black girl magic interview you read here makes you a better woman.

Black Girl Magic on this blog was inspired by Nigerian women, dedicated to every Black woman and made for EVERY woman on earth.

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Black Girl Magic || Interview with Adesewa Stephanie Oniye

The black woman is art; a perfect expression of pain, struggle, strength and beauty.

– Anonymous

One of the aims of the Black Girl Magic category on this blog is to encourage and strengthen black women. On this month’s episode, Adesewa Stephanie Oniye shares her very personal experiences with us as a child and growing up. From abuse, to heartbreaks, to failure but she’s coming out golden and magical like the black girl magic that she is.

Enjoy the read queens.

Welcome to Dupe’s Blog ma’am. Can we meet you?

Adesewa : Thank you Hun.
My name is Adesewa Stephanie Oniye.


(Black Girl Magic Adesewa)

Like I said, my name is Sewa,

I am the the first daughter of 3 kids, I am 22 years old, born on the 9th day of January.
I am a poet, fashion designer, beadmaker, and a foodie.
My father is a lecturer, so I was brought up in an educational background. I have basically spent all my life in Ahmadu Bello University, except the last 2 years of my secondary school( of which i attended at Zaria Academy Shika, Zaria).
Presently, I am in the Department of Veterinary medicine, A.B.U Zaria, 500L.

What I love about being a Black Girl. –


Strength… We can show a wide range of emotion, but no matter what, we are still strong.
Skin: it doesn’t give us out when we are blushing or shy unlike whites


(Little Sewa)

Well, I grew up with my uncles. My parents weren’t always home. My dad was a workaholic, he came back in the evenings most time, and my mom was into trading, she was travelling most times.
My uncles were bad influences on me, there’s this particular one though. I saw him bringing different ladies into our house and go with them to his room…from that, to watching pornographic movies, irrespective of the fact that myself and my younger brother were present and very underaged. He didn’t care.
But, there was this day, I was sleeping, I had just come back from school, this uncle sent my brother to get something from the neighbours’ house, leaving just myself and him in the house.
He came into the room and started to touch me in places he wasn’t supposed to ( I was 7/8 years old, I didn’t even have boobs, I still wonder what was actually turning him on)… before it degenerated, my brother had already come back so he stopped.
Other times, he would force me to seat on his laps, and he’d have erections and kiss me on my neck and tell me to kiss him back on his.
This happened a couple of times, until one day I refused and ran away. He caught me, flogged me, and locked me up in my room..
But then in my room, another of my uncles was sleeping, I guess my sobs woke him up, so he called me, trying to pet me, told me to come and lay close to him, and before i knew it, he was having an erection and he was pressing on me…
I was going insane in my head… I started crying again, then he stopped.
It was crazy, but, I’d like to end it here.
It affected my mind because sometimes I have flashbacks, but that’s where it ends.

I’m secretive too; I never told my mom about it, and it kinda ‘deepened’ my mind.

I’d like to think my life wasn’t really really messed up because my mom was praying.

This should be an eye opener to parents too actually.
No matter how close the man you are leaving your kids with is to you, a man is a man.
To everyone that’s going through the same thing, you should voice out, you should fight, you shouldn’t be quiet at all.
If it has been done and you have been damaged already, I pray you heal and find yourself again…
I want you to know that you’re going to be okay…


I have had quite a lot?
I’m the kind of person that can’t endure the pain of heartbreaks, so I run into another relationship almost immediately.
I know it’s quite unhealthy, and I am actually working on that, because I found out that I don’t heal.
My first love was Igbo, as at then, he was a true definition of what love was, but we got separated because of my dad, i was quite young *laughs*
The realest relationship I had was my last.
I never knew the kind of man I wanted until he showed up. He was humorous, he knew how to make me laugh, he was the definition of the word ‘caring’ . He was my mumu…
I would have married him but he belonged to someone else, so it didn’t work out.

I have gotten my heart broken a million times, but, I love love so I go into every relationship like it’s my first.


(You were made to do hard things, believe in yourself).

I wanted to be a medical doctor, but I didn’t like the sight of human blood so a few people recommended Veterinary medicine so, vet it was.

I’ve always wanted to be an author too, I believe someday I’ll publish a novel.
I like travelling, so touring the world is part of my bucket list too.

Vet. *laughs*
As you know, it is not beans and plantain.
For me, I had to sacrifice the little ‘fun’ I had to study.
Even at that, I failed some courses in 300Level which resulted to me getting ‘filtered’ going to 400Level.
Let me explain the “Filter” concept.
Every semester, the maximum credit load is 24 credit units. In vet, we have lots of courses to pick, so all the courses we pick equals the 24 credit units already. This is for every semester.
If you happen to fail a course in a semester, there’s no space for you to pick it the next year because you already have a maximum credit unit.
To clear that course, you would have to wait an extra year doing nothing but only that course you failed.
Note that if you fail the course 100 times, you will stay and repeat that course for 100years.
In vet, this is done twice in your 6 years.
When you are in 300L going to 400L , and when you are in 500L going to 600L.

My dad is a lecturer (a professor) and almost every lecturer in vet knows him.
I’m not as smart as my dad and people expecting me to be as intelligent as he is is actually one of the greatest challenge I have had.

If only people knew how better I am now and how less intelligent I was in primary and junior secondary school.
I think being in vet to this present level is a great achievement…
To be honest, some of my former class mates and teachers still look at me in shock when I tell them that I’m in vet school, as if to say, ” is it not this girl that used to get 45th position in school?”.

God is awesome I tell you.

And I like that vet does not give me the liberty to always be at every event, because whenever I decide to attend one, I am given maximum attention *laughs* …
There’s respect and all.
And I get to be a Doctor after school you know.
Even though sometimes I’m always like “what even brought me here? this stress is too much” or “I’m frustrated”
At the end , I’m sure it would totally be worth it.


(Gratitude in spite of challenges)

I’m grateful to God for giving me the kind of heart and mindset I have. I consider myself a strong woman for not breaking despite the things I have gone through.
And my mom, my prayer warrior, I could a been a mess.
I’m grateful for my friends .

(Ziyet,Joy, and Sam) for motivating me through vet school, I probably would have run mad by now (Vet school is crazy like that) *laughs* .
My friends are my ‘fun’. Very humorous and happy people.

Saving the last for the best is my Dad, my first love. For keeping calm and always encouraging me even when he was supposed to send me out of his house *laughs*
I consider myself blessed?


(A word for the wounded Black Girl)

There’s no giving up.
Life would want to hurt you, but don’t fall, don’t break, don’t give it that chance.
Don’t let negative experiences control you or change the person you are destined to be. It is true that negative experiences cause insecurities, doubts, discomfort, and sadness.
But all of this can be overcome and only you have the power to do this.

Dupe : Thank you so much for your transparency and your time ma’am.

Adesewa : Thank you for having me ?

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To the African woman

“If wealth was the inevitable result of hard work and enterprise, every woman in Africa would be a millionaire”.-  George Monbiot. Nov 7, 2011 

African woman,

oh beautiful, beautiful African woman

Hard but soft on the inside

Submissive but not subject to circumstances.

Left the familiar territory of her father’s abode

To the house of another man

To a whole new territory

A whole new phase

The phase of childbirth

Back darkened by harsh rays of the sun ☀

Works day and night

Up early, sleeps late

Knees hard and rough from kneeling to pray

Countless nights she’s on her knees

Praying for her husband

Praying for her children

She never stops praying till she dies

Praying for peace amongst her offsprings

Praying to God to keep her man

Mother to both husband and children

She takes on the burden of the family

She’s worried for everyone

She’s always there for them

Yet she is not paid for her work

She is not awarded for giving her all

She’s given no medal at all

Her reward is way beyond material

Her joy is in seeing everyone happy

Her heart swells with pride at the sound of her husband’s laugh

Her children’s smiles are her reward

Her family’s happiness is a balm to her wounds.

Dear African woman, you are many things in one.

A rare gem, a jewel of inestimable value, a mother to all

            Dedicated to the African woman

Happy International Women’s day ❤ 

                       Love   –Mo‘ ❤

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Poem : Mo’ and Paul