Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Of Nollywood, Actors, and Paucity of Acting
(By Immanuel James Ibe-Anyanwu) - Every man has his own vanity. … If I were to choose between the story and the prose of a good book, I’d choose the latter—the juice. With movies, I’d choose the acting over the story. Good acting is when you cannot tell the actor apart from the character; when acting is so real as if a secret camera were hidden to catch regular people leading their normal lives—like when you watch “24” and wonder if those guys were actors, or real CTU agents doing their thing and getting filmed.
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind—a memoir, now a film.
Chiwetel Ejiofor is Trywell Kamkwamba, the Malawian father whose teenage son,
William Kamkwamba, exploited the wind and generated electricity, solving
drought and famine. A father who, though initially, even fiercely reluctant,
finally gave his only bicycle to be cannibalized for a schoolboy’s dream.
Ejiofor
is a poor farmer and there’s no single doubt about it: his energy, looks,
emotions. So dissolved into his character is he that, at first, I fail to
recognize him. His home, the village, the people—nothing seems like it’s a
movie. His wife, Agnes—played by the popular Senegalese actress, Aïssa Maïga—looks,
in every detail, the image you know about that kind of woman in your village.Tuesday, November 05, 2019
Of Lionheart, Oscars Disqualification, and National Identity Crisis
(By Daniel Chukwuemeka) – The disqualification of Genevieve Nnaji's
Lion Heart from Oscar's Best International Film Award category is a very
controversial topic. It'll certainly attract the usual discourse about
colonialism and debate around nationalism and identity. In all, however, I
think that Americans are indirectly telling us, "go home, Nigerians, and
resolve your identity crisis. Go home and think, and act."
English is our official language, but if you watched Lion Heart,
did you see the part where Pete Edochie is fuming before his prospective Hausa
in-law? The Hausa man mutters some words in Hausa without knowing that Pete
Edochie understands the language. Pete joins him in Hausa and speaks it away at
the amazement and excitement of the Hausa man. That alone seals both their
business and family connections.
I
said it in a post yesterday. We had work to do, but failed to do it. Noah
Webster jnr. woke up one morning and said that God came to him in a dream and
ordered him to write a dictionary of American English.
Of Harriet, Black Women, and Sexism
(By Kellie Carter-Jackson) – So I feel compelled to say a few things about these “Harriet”
naysayers...many of whom have not seen the film. First, there was the
controversy about Cynthia Erivo. She's black y'all! They didn't ask Scarlet
Johansen to play her! Second, her comments about black Americans...c’mon. Don't
act y'all don't hear the same ish from black Americans… ever have a meaningful
conversation with a black conservative? Same thing. Third, this whole thing
about a black slave catcher being the villain... Yes, historically, there were
black slave catchers. They were used to win fugitives trust and then betray
them for coin. There will ALWAYS be hired hands and mercenaries. Period. Fourth,
clearly the greatest villain is slavery. Harriet was combating SLAVERY!!!
Perhaps, the film assumes you know this.
If you're first impulse in a film
about Harriet is to complain about how black men are portrayed, that's a
problem. It’s like black women can’t shine without making sure that first no
harm was caused to a black man. Folks, complained the black bounty hunter was
too violent…really?? MORE VIOLENT than slavery????
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Faux Historians and Nigeria's Need for Humanities
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If by now, faux historian
and professional agitator, Femi Fani-Kayode, has not responded to the rejoinders
of Professors Banji Akintoye and Farooq Kperogi on his Yoruba identity
flippancy, we can conclude he has nothing further to say and move on to drawing
some lessons from the brouhaha of “Yoruba” and its etymology. In some ways,
Fani-Kayode’s attention-seeking ways represent the flawed ethics of the present
milieu. We live in a post-truth world; the traditional structures that
regulated popular inanities have broken down and given way to the reign of
alternative facts.
There are two
lessons that I took away from the Yoruba/Yariba episode. First is the role that
the media played in helping Fani-Kayode brew his pot of mischief. There was no
other apparent motive about his claim that the Fulani bequeathed the Yoruba
their name other than troublemaking, and it fits into a larger pattern of his
anti-Fulani sentiments. He did not cite any source for his discovery, and the
way the more astute scholars dislodged his argument shows that there was no
rigour invested in his ideas before he hit the streets. He just wanted to
arouse the ethnic chauvinists permanently resident on social media as he is
wont to do. Judging by how tribal irredentists crawled out of the woodwork to
feast on his historical dabble, he pretty much succeeded.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Of Grandmothers, Culinary Magic, and Nostalgia
(By Immanuel James Ibe-Anyanwu) – Grandmother hated maggi, no, “mmagi”, her term for all English
condiments, which she said were invented to rig the cooking process. Yet she
had her own cooking secrets: ogbamkpo and nwaurubiri, two types of dry fish
without which she made no soup. Only the bones were laid to waste. The heads
and skin, she would pound; and send the grain into the boiling pot to literally
fish out incredible taste.
The main fish, now
rid of all bottlenecks, then plunges into the soup, filling it with true
blessing. No meat or fresh fish approximates to the supremacy of nwaurubiri,
Grandmother’s wise culinary vote.
I once searched in
Lagos for the pair—nwaurubiri and ogbamkpo—in my bid to restore the dignity of
oha. Only twice did I find them. Ruined by urban touch, the Lagos ogbamkpo
tastes like the bark of a tree. I eat the authentic one only when I visit the
village.
Two more items sometimes
helped work Grandmother’s culinary magic: otukwuru and onyenenkete, in my view
the tastiest mushrooms on earth. I do not know the English names of these
species, nor do I particularly care.
Of Women, Change, and the Industrial Revolution
"The domestic function of the preindustrial woman had not needed ideological justification; it was implicit in the biological and political economy of her world. Someone had to keep the spinning wheel turning and the open-hearth fire constantly tended, and the nursing mother who could not leave her infant was the obvious candidate. In the domesticity of the preindustrial woman there was no sharp disjunction between ideology and practice. But the Revolution was a watershed. It created a public ideology of individual responsibility and virtue just before the industrial machinery began to free middle-class women from some of their unremitting toil and to propel lower-class women more fully into the public economy. The terms of domesticity were changed, and the pundits would not bring back the past."
Linda Kerber, 1980, 231
Women of the Republic: Intellect and Ideology in Revolutionary America
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Canal+ and Netflix Eye Nollywood Opportunities
(By Will McBain) – Canal+ and Netflix Eye
Nollywood Opportunities
Increased foreign investment in the wake of the purchase of a
Nollywood studio by Canal+ could be a game-changer for Nigeria’s already
thriving film industry. Will McBain looks at the prospects for a sector targeted to make $1bn in
export revenue by 2020.
Nollywood has
begun the biggest financial makeover in its history with this summer’s
acquisition of Lagos-based production house ROK film studios by French media
giant Canal+.
The studio was
bought from Africa’s largest subscription-based video-on-demand company
IROKOtv, whose founder Jason Njoku called the sale the “largest media deal in
West African history”. Actress and producer Mary Njoku – Jason Njoku’s wife –
founded ROK studios and will stay on as director general under the Canal+
acquisition.
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Chris Abani: Of Chukwu, Priests, and Slavers
"Have you heard of the oracle of the Igbo?
The one called Chukwu? Just one word: God.
The oracle of God.
The voice of God.
The final arbitration.
Kpom kwem.
Deep in a grove of trees, the sacred lake,
and rising in the gloom and heat,
mist, the very breath of divinity.
The unbearable trepidation,
the worship, the sheer terror and earnestness
trembling the supplicants. And the priests
sitting on rocks and in trees on haunches,
silent like vultures or Rilke's unspeakable angels.
And then a pilgrim wades cautiously into the lake.
On the shore, the line of unannointed
shivers in a shared awe.
And if the petitioner is beautiful or strong,
the priests hold her under, then shackled,
for slavers. In the lake, red dye bubbles up
as God smacks his lips.
And that endless line of believers near faint
with the fearsome beauty of the thought:
Please consume me, God.
Consume me and find me worthy.
But don't let me die."
The one called Chukwu? Just one word: God.
The oracle of God.
The voice of God.
The final arbitration.
Kpom kwem.
Deep in a grove of trees, the sacred lake,
and rising in the gloom and heat,
mist, the very breath of divinity.
The unbearable trepidation,
the worship, the sheer terror and earnestness
trembling the supplicants. And the priests
sitting on rocks and in trees on haunches,
silent like vultures or Rilke's unspeakable angels.
And then a pilgrim wades cautiously into the lake.
On the shore, the line of unannointed
shivers in a shared awe.
And if the petitioner is beautiful or strong,
the priests hold her under, then shackled,
for slavers. In the lake, red dye bubbles up
as God smacks his lips.
And that endless line of believers near faint
with the fearsome beauty of the thought:
Please consume me, God.
Consume me and find me worthy.
But don't let me die."
Chris Abani, 2010, 15
"Sacrement, 1," Sanctificum
Monday, October 21, 2019
In Need of Artistes and Intellectuals like Sofola
(By Sylvester Asoya) - “The
Artist and the Tragedy of a Nation”
On March 28, 1991, the
late Professor ‘Zulu Sofola, Africa’s first female professor of Theatre Arts
delivered one of the most reflective and scholarly inaugural lectures in
Nigeria. Sofola, prolific playwright, astute administrator and scholar par
excellence was at the time, head of the Department of Performing Arts,
University of Ilorin. For those in the audience, the playwright’s superlative
performance was not only outstanding, it was also record-breaking.
An inaugural lecture is
an event of great importance in the life of every academic. It provides a rare
opportunity for the newly elevated professor to inform his or her colleagues, the
university community and the public of his or her research outcomes and plans
for the future. Sofola, who had returned from her sabbatical leave in the
United States two years earlier, used the occasion to speak, and eloquently
too, on the artiste and a nation on the edge.
In 1991, Nigeria’s
tragedy was not close to home. For instance, the chaos in public universities
today was only incubating and hope was not a scarce commodity. Apart from the
fact that there were a good number of Nigerians with discretionary incomes in
the middle class, prices of goods and services had not hit the roof, despite
Ibrahim Babangida’s voodoo economics. Today, ignorance, hopelessness,
ineptitude and disillusionment reign supreme and nothing is being done to
reduce poverty, promote inclusive growth or engender hope.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Reinventing Enterprise in Igbo Land
NKATA UMU IBE | MARCH 2019
Centre for Memories: Ncheta NdigboTopic: 'Mkpuru Onye Kuru'
Reinventing Enterprise n' Ala Igbo. Speaker: Ike Chioke (Group Managing Director, AFRINVEST)
Monday, October 07, 2019
In Memoriam: John Samuel Mbiti
John Samuel Mbiti (1931 - 2019)
-Theologian, Philosopher, Priest,
-Professor of African Religions
-Author of (among many others) African Religions and Philosophy (1969)
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