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Have a baby? Write a book?

The writing process is somewhat like having a baby. Get pregnant. Nurture the pregnancy. Suffer morning sickness. Hate everyone who doesn’t understand what you’re going through. Love everyone who shows you sympathy. Feel bloated, ugly etc.
Finally labour day! And how dare you say my baby is ugly?
And that’s why no one says, “oh, this baby is so ugly!” It’d be a cruel thing to say after all the lady has been through. Be kind, be loving, be generous. Buy that baby a gift. Go on, do something.

Book writing process: all of the above+ and then they say it’s a poorly written book? You just broke a heart! There are no ugly babies after all.

So go on, order the book. You know you wanna…

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30 days to the unveiling.

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No mission is ever cut and dried; just like real life there are twists and turns. The trick is to unravel enough to make a whole.

What twists and what turns in this new book?

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A literary evening.

So great to hang out with book lovers

There is something very refreshing about spending time with people who speak your language – in this case, “book speak”

We had a great time connecting with book lovers, writers and readers alike on Saturday evening in Abuja. The occasion was the 24th Guest Writer session of the Abuja Writers Forum, AWF. AWF was started by media maverick, Dr. Emman Shehu. The forum has produced, encouraged and nurtured writers in all genres since inception in 2008.

This month’s session featured Prof. May Ifeoma Nwoye, prolific writer and novelist with several publications to her credit.

She read from her latest work, Oil Cemetery, an award winning novel about the troubled Niger Delta region.

Budding novelist and writer, Ladi Opaoluwa who just returned from a residency at the McDowell writers residency in the US.

Music was provided by the very talented Seth Ogahi.

The trio spoke about their works and future plans. The very interesting evening was rounded off with a book raffle.

That speech

 

The President is back. And he has spoken.

“So what?’’ you say.

So, everything.

The President of Nigeria spends 103 days outside of the Country on medical leave and he returns and delivers a speech that leaves us wondering if someone is not trying to make a fool of us all.

The speech is at best weak, lacklustre and ineffective. At worst, it is downright annoying and possibly insulting. Let me explain.

The president has been away for longer than normal. In his absence, a lot of issues were raised and concerns expressed about various aspects of our national life. In fact, our very existence as a nation has been called to question, and there is a threat of a break up hanging over the nation.

In all of his time away, there was not one national broadcast to assure the people that all was well, or not. Naturally, expectations were high that upon his return he would deal with the plethora of issues on the ground. Unfortunately, not so.

President Buhari merely mentioned the issues we face as a Nation. There was nothing decisive, tangible or actionable in the entire 15 paragraph speech. The speech was like something hurriedly put together to fulfill the proverbial “all righteousness.” But one wonders why this is so.

The President arrived on Saturday and we were told he would address the nation on Monday. He had two clear days at the very least to prepare to deliver the speech. But then we know that no President prepares his own speech; surely, there is a team of speechwriters at the President’s beck and call?

Speechwriting is a serious endeavor; speechwriters conduct research, analyze issues and situations and then write speeches that speak directly to the occasion. This has not been done. We would have been better served if the address had been put on hold for a few more days to allow for greater input.

What the nation needs right now is a speech that will inspire confidence in the President’s ability to function, pull us closer together as a people and chart a clear course out of the present quagmire. And while we do not expect a complete economic blueprint, it would not have been out of place to say something that would ‘breathe’ some life into the economic landscape. Economies can, and do rise and fall based on a President’s words.

Sadly, the President has managed to speak without saying anything.

Theatre becometh the city as Her Majesty Visits.

Abuja used to be a ghost Town at weekends. There was so little nightlife or entertainment in the city. There was literarily nothing to do by way of leisure and so people would work Monday to Friday and at weekends they would travel to Lagos or Kaduna or anywhere else they had family or friends. There were two nightclubs,IMG-20170802-WA0000 at The Hilton and Sheraton hotels. Other than that there was not much else.

But not anymore.

Gradually, the city has developed into a vibrant entertainment hub and can now rival many cities in the leisure sector.

And it is set to overtake many older cities -at least in one sector – live Theatre.

Eagleview productions is gradually setting Abuja apart as a city where live theatre is a constant part of the entertainment landscape.

This weekend sees the return of its award winning play “Her Majesty’s Visit.” This play staring ace actress, Joke Silva, and  stage play maestro, Patrick Otoro, made it’s debut two years ago. It played to packed audiences in the city. And it is back!

Patrick Otoro, the brain behind Eagleview theatre is known nationally for his exceptional stage performances,and this weekend promises to be a rewarding one.

The play will run for two days, Saturday and Sunday, at the Merit House in the highbrow Maitama district of the city. We promise to bring you reviews but…

Wouldn’t you rather be there?

Dancing to the drumbeats of war.2

 

In 1993, the war drums were rolled out for rehearsals. The staccato rhythms beat across the land in the wake of the June 12 riots. And the people fled from their homes across the country in search of a safety that had become elusive. And they died in large numbers. Very few, if any died from gunshot wounds though. Most died from motor accidents, highway robberies and in some cases, from stampede.

There is a pathetic story of a family who hid their wad of cash in their baby’s diapers as they ran away from the Northern part of the country. When they got to the Lokoja bridge, they ran into highway robbers who demanded for their money. They insisted they had no money and the robbers began a meticulous search. Unfortunately, they found the money in the child’s diapers; they took the money, and threw the innocent baby over the bridge into River Niger. Father and mother turned back to where they were running away from, distraught, inconsolable. They had danced to the drumbeats of war, and it was not pleasant. This is just one out of the many horrible experiences that people went through in 1993 and 1994.

There was no actual war but the drummers drummed and the people danced. Rumours led to more rumors and panic bred pandemonium across the land as we all danced to the drumbeats of a war that existed in the hearts and imaginations of warmongers. Because you see, a war is not just a fight between two armies; a war is an attempt at destruction of everything your enemy represents. When a war happens, the lines are often blurred and the enemy becomes faceless. Fear and insecurity are the twin commodities that go on sale, and everyone is forced to buy. The reason I felt safe in 1970 was not because I was a child; it was more because the theatre of war too was far away for the drumbeats to be heard in my neighbourhood. But not anymore. This time, the sound is loud enough for the deaf to hear and the crippled to dance to its ugly beat.