Saturday, May 20, 2017
In the Nigerian Movie Industry, there is a cliché that every Christian movie is “Mount Zion Films Production”, but that fallacy would soon be something to be glad about even if no movie can fully explore a subject.
Some time ago I was opportuned to watch what I term the “Best Produced” Mount Zion Movie I have watched in a while: “THE IGNITION”.
STORYLINE: The Ignition the story of a Christian bachelor with a faulty car, Shola (Damilola MikeBamiloye) who falls in love and gets engaged with Ngozi (Chioma Nwangwu) an epileptic Christian sister of a different tribe. It was a smooth ride until her ailment becomes the constant potholes he has to endure while friends and public opinions are bumps that come against his faith and convictions.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Today I nearly got a collateral slap on a bus! Yeah right, what a great way to start the day.
A man had called a woman 'erbo' during a mild argument; erbo, a derogatory bini word, which when used literally means an idol, but when applied to a fat woman -and yes, the woman was fat indeed - takes on a completely different meaning...
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Sometimes it was heart breaking. The loss of a dear patient and having to break the news to the family.
Their reaction followed by denial and then acceptance all in split seconds with the wailing which sometime never fades.
And there are days like today when the suprise is epic.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Nigeria has a rape culture said my friend Ese, this was on a day we were discussing about lecturers having sex with female students for grades and why they refuse to speak out( story for another day)
Few weeks ago I got into a facebook drama with a friend because she posted a status about women and abuse and how our daughters should be taught properly on how to behave. I got pissed and replied that this is one of the reasons abuse will continue to thrive in our homes. Its always the fault of the woman, she needs to be of a gentle and quiet spirit, submissive, leave the marriage if it doesn’t work, the woman just has a burden to know, learn and apply. So I asked what about the men?
Sunday, April 9, 2017
To be a typical African is pretty easy. It involves an easy-to-do, practical guide which I will help you with. So this is how to be African –
First, be born black. Now you have no say in this matter, it is totally a handiwork of nature. But before you cradled into the continent, do ask for enough melanin to withstand the heat and dryness. I don’t know how you would ask, but ask all the same.
Secondly, when you finally arrive the hot and arid location; when you become aware of yourself, of your people, and of your culture; when you have learnt of your colonial masters with tanned skins of yellowish-brown and feathery moustaches, learn to grovel. Just grovel at the presence of the whites. Be fascinated by their color and accents. Never see them as humans; uphold them gods. You know why? Because they are superior. Their skin color gives them that edge. So please them, at your own expense and at the expense of your black brothers.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
The next day, immediately after afternoon prep, I was at the registration stand to sign up for the next set of 800 meters juniorboys’ race tryouts. I was to represent Peace House. Each house had two (2) representatives. That is eight (8) athletes in all. Ilooked at members of my house from my lane on the race lines- both boys and girls that had begun to assemble, including members of other houses. A smile crossed my face, I knew in just a short while; they’d all know and be screaming my name in excitement and admiration; falling over each other as to who would buy me biscuit and ice cream for my fantastic performance! The official called us to order: ‘On your marks!’ Something inside was trying to get my attention to pull out of therace that I was about to make a big mistake but it was too late. ‘Get set…Go!’We all sprang into it and got running.
Some errors we make in life take a while to get obvious. The one I made that day wasn’t one of those. It was the kind wherein the foolishness of the action is manifested almost immediately.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
FGC Okigwe, Sometime in February 2000.
I was terrible at sports- I still am, but I loved Inter-house sports periods at FGC Okigwe. It was an opportunity for lazy students; like I was, to have others join us in the frivolities of life, without feeling guilty about being unserious. When everybody becomes unserious, unserious becomes serious.
The inter-house sports main event was usually preceded by weeks of tryouts and selection of athletes for the big event. Inter house sports heat periods in school were like sacred moments when miraculous things happened. Both senior and junior students, in the same house, shared emotions of joy and disappointment at their collective wins and losses- paying little attention to their class differences which was so important in a boarding house environment. Spectacularly talented and athletic junior students were temporarily allowed to rub shoulders with senior students from their house who were impressed with their accomplishments and then, most remarkably, on the main Inter- house sports day, even the ugliest of girls became temporarily fine- many thanks to hair gels, application of primary colors for facial make up and other accessories that they lavishly used on such occasions.
Friday, March 24, 2017
These days, I have been reminiscing about the movie, Whiplash. Sometimes, I fire up my laptop just to see clips of the movie and what Fletcher said to Neiman.
Oftentimes when I was little, I had pictured the stages of my life in kaleidoscopic mirrors; each phase revealing shiny colors of glamour. I often saw my life as an earth filled with manna and quails – Just eat. Just catch. So it was easy to make the mistake of thinking that talent is enough. And when asked then in secondary school, kitted with my white shirt and grey pants, what was my aspiration, I would quickly reply: “To win the Nobel Prize.” What a Waawu! Lol!
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
Hysterectomy! I was 15 when I first heard of this term.
A neighbor was just discharged from the hospital and as she got down from the car the atmosphere was filled with ‘welcome’ and ‘sorry’.
What happened to her? I asked my dad
“She had a hysterectomy” he replied
“Oh! It meant her womb was removed”
I kept quiet for a while before I proceeded to ask why her womb was removed. My father went further to explain that her husband beat her up and she was rushed to the emergency unit, unfortunately, it was either her life or her womb. Eh ya! I muttered trying to grasp the depth of the information l have just been given.
Saturday, March 18, 2017
If you struggle with worry and doubt, anger or condemnation, or even depression–this book is for you. The author contends that only by overcoming unhealthy thinking patterns can we be set free and have inner peace. This book continues to be a hot seller on Amazon even though it was published eight years ago.