Tutu by Anthony Azekwoh: a serene Black woman in a head-wrap and strands of red coral beads against a teal background, her gaze turned gently downward.

Tutu

Enwonwu painted her, and the nation saw itself. Here she is again.

₦136,300

The Last Dance

The music has not stopped. She has simply heard the silence underneath it.

₦126,300

Mami Wata

Queen of the rivers. Mother of the deep. She has every gift, and she keeps the price.

₦429,000.92

Oriana

She arrived with flowers and weather in her hair, and the room rearranged itself.

₦932,200

Mama Gold

She built the market and the market built the city. The cigar is hers. So is the last word.

₦423,100

Goldie

Everyone in the room is looking. She decided that a long time ago.

₦423,100

The Traveller

One eye for the road ahead, one for the road behind. He has walked both.

₦572,001.22

Cleopatra

History painted her pale. The painting gives her back her face, and her cat.

₦344,200

Ayra Starr

A whole generation looked up at once. She was the thing they were looking at.

₦344,200

Stardust

She is made of the same thing as the sky. When she goes, she goes back into it.

₦344,200

Morningstar

Before he fell, he was the brightest. The fire remembers him. So does the dark.

₦172,100

The Lover

He loved hard enough to age from it. He would do it again tomorrow.

₦136,300

Father Time

He is not counting the years. He is watching them pass on their way somewhere.

₦357,500.76