Monday, May 7, 2018


My US Fulbright Experience,  My Eye-opener to my World
When I first  heard of the Fulbright FLTA program halfway into my Masters of Arts degree in English at theUniversity of Ibadan in 2009, I knew at once that I had to apply and take advantage of the opportunity for a myriad of reasons. I’d get an opportunity to contribute to mutual understanding among countries of the world and enhance in my own little way the ongoing trend of globalization and world peace. I’d be an ambassador of my beloved Yoruba language and my Country Nigeria, I’d come in contact with the English Language in a Mothertongue (L1) speech community. I’d improve my professional skills in the language teaching field and so on. All this time, a very important advantage which would rank among my top life changing experiences never really occurred to me. This experience which I call an eye-opener to my fatherland, I must say informed  the need to write this article. Nevertheless, I shall dwell also upon how my other desires have been met almost in the order in which I listed them in the opening sentence.

For me, this journey of discovery which helped to fulfill my dream of seeing the world beyond my country and joining with hundreds of others in bringing diverse cultures and languages of the world to a common platform started right from the articles which the Institute for International Education (IIE) sent from time to time coupled with the pre-departure orientation organized by the US embassy in Nigeria. I began to see the cultures of the US in a new light. It now became clearer as a country with a plethora of cultures and not a 'cultureless' society as most erroneously believe. It would be better described as “a canvass with several shades of paints and styles” as I recall a writer saying in one of IIE’s articles. This point would be further reinforced by my day to day experience in New York City about which I wrote a poem titled “Races and Faces”.

However, the real life experience of the friendliness and rapture which cultural exchange and transnational friendship could bring started for me at the Orientation at Phoenix. I also began to have a feel of Americans’ friendliness and sense of curiosity which has ever been my experience since I got to New York University. I go to the class everyday looking forward to my students’ smiles and intense questions about and admiration for my Yoruba culture. But unexpectedly too, living in New York, and more so, taking graduate courses in Diaspora Studies and Africana Studies has brought me into a new consciousness about Nigeria and Africa. More precisely put, the Fulbright experience afforded me the opportunity of finding a distance, a different and panoramic locus standi from which I can take a distant look at my world, a view which though not disinterested, yet was free from the bias and limitations of an insider. I now feel a new sense of citizenship  - not only of Nigeria but of the world, a call to action, a better perspective of what our national problems are and the solutions to them, a new disposition to academics and politics and a raised sense of self-esteem.

Like John Donne who said in one of his poems, “I wonder what you and I did till we loved”, I also say I wonder what knowledge I had till I got involved in this project. After I wrote the first paragraph and the idea of the eye-opening experience however, it occurred to me that I could have jumped to a hasty conclusion. After all, we are just barely half-way into the program, and a lot of other –probably more “wall-shattering” – experiences are on the way. Yet, I say, if this program should come to an end at this very moment, I shall not have wasted the US department of State’s, IIE’s and my resources in embarking on this journey of discovery. I could almost say at this point Veni,  Vindi, Vinci. Mo wa, mo ri, mo segun.

It Used to Be…
…That men were boys
Women were virgins
And the youth were toddlers

It used to be
That teachers were students
Leaders were led
And founders were searchers

But was it ever so
That these moneybags were poor?
These directors were jobseekers?
These proprietors were staffers?

Was it ever so
That paradise was here on earth?