African Women Voices
What’s missing in the picture is the soundtrack: Beyonce. Which fits in well, considered that’s how they used to call me when I first came in Istanbul two years ago, when African migrants were a curiosity and not the main focus of the trip as in this case.
But let’s go back to the initial picture, the characters are Gianpaolo, me and Prince, responsible for the communication and publicity of the Nigerian community. The set is the beautiful Istanbul, areas where we most likely won’t pass through again, simply because we’d get lost. The aim: meeting a group of Nigerian footballers training in the Northern part of the city for the Summer African Cup happening in Istanbul, in the Fatih district. The weather: 23° C that feel like 28 when we’re walking to Taksim to meet Prince and instead we get lost trying to understand which underway he meant. And then the added value: the car. In the super quick life of Istanbul that’s the only object to ever stop from time to time, and not because it is intended to but simply because if you travel by car in an area like Osmanbey where there are only wholesale shops, chances are you will have to stop over and over again because the person in front of you is unloading material to sell or bricks to build houses … So you and the car are forced to pause and the trip since infinite (at least for the driver); as for us what’s infinite are only the downhills and uphill that challenge the stomach and vertigo-resistance.
Vote of the whole experience? A+
We might do it again tomorrow morning!