I grew up in a house that was a curious architectural piece.
It was modelled like a boat and round in shape.
It was the first home I knew and the only home I had for most of my life.
The eccentricity of the style made me very proud of my father’s tastes.
The verandah at the left.
The boat pockets around the house.
The see-through glass windows.
The flower gardens in front.
The driveway such that you can drive around the house.
The see-through fences, such that you can stalk a neighbour without moving a bone.
In 2007, when my father decided he wanted to remodel the house, I was sceptical because I thought the house was about to lose it’s eccentricity.
Thankfully I was wrong.
My father’s tastes were still intact and architects are still brilliant individuals. I got sturdy pillars, storey buildings, and a compound you couldn’t drive around after they were done.
Home it was still.
In uni, I spent a lot of my 1st year hanging out in Archi. studio in school. Mostly cause my cousin was one of them, their studio was sane (always had stools I could sit on) and the people were so cool we had fast become friends (Hi Eddie!)
I loved hanging out there and enjoyed it because I admired what they did.
I have a queer disability, I can’t use a ruler (I said it was queer, remember?) I have never ruled a straight line in my life, and I have friends who teased me that a freehand line I drew was straighter than one I employed a ruler.
This “disability” meant that technical drawing and other related ones requisite for a career in the field was moot.
So I lived vicariously through them.
Today is World Architecture Day.
I have been fortunate to be around people who revere architecture. My coins will soon join finish and I can afford to go to renowned architectural locations; a European tour should fix that. I once read a piece by Jumoke Adenowo, whom I started to respect because I learned she was first an architect then a pastor, where she said she chose that career path because it was important to build in consideration of our weather conditions- more Windows, less wood, roofs with gutters and beauty in execution.
I see houses who defy a lot of what that article said, and how uncomfortable they seemed. I could never live in them I said.
Special shout out to all the beloved Architects I know: Uncles Amaugo & Ephraim, The G!,Eddie, Chiago + Chiwi,Abii, Eric..
Shout out to the beautiful people of Nigerian Institute of Architects, Abuja chapter.
They are hosting a Barbecue at 5pm today (see flier) (if you read this post after today, my sincere apologies)..