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Just A Little Bit!

Hey blog lovers 

I’ve been away for a while, I do apologise for my abscence. As you may or may not know, I dabble in fiction writing from time to time. I was looking through emails I had written, looking for something completely different when I came across a story I started (this happens fairly often). The story is literally in the beginning stages , it doesnt even have a name! Its still in its embryo stages. I decided to come and share it here, just to give you some afternoon stimulation . Have a read, excuse any grammatical errors you may see and drop any feedback in the comment box below .  Love as always 

MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl

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Chapter Three (of the nameless story)

The 1st time Wale hit me was on the way back from a mutual friend’s get together. It was a black and white boat party in some place in London near Trafalgar Square. I was soo excited as it was the first formal outing myself and Wale had attended together. Although Wale was a student, he was pretty well off. He drove all the way from his London University to pick me up and drove me back home though admittedly he had wanted me to stay over at his. Wale looked delicious. I had to literally stop myself from salivating. He wore a crisp pressed black tux, with a fresh haircut and a neatly trimmed goatee to match. I wore a dress I picked in a Next sale, which luckily looked a lot more expensive than it actually was.

The drive to the boat party was heaven. Wale wouldn’t stop complimenting me and kept making me laugh all the way there. When we got the party, I got hit on quite a few times, even with Wale on my arm. Wale made the grave mistake of going to get us both drinks from the bar. That was all this particular creep needed to come up to me and start talking to me. He was actually very friendly but rather cheeky. I tried my best to be polite. I did not plan to laugh at whatever joke he was cracking, but I couldn’t help myself. Wale walked up just as the creep dropped the million pound question “so, can I have your number?”. Luckily he quickly retreated when he saw the look on Wale’s face. I laughed it off but the laughter quickly died in my throat when I realised Wale was still pretty upset. “Wale, what’s up?”. “Why were you talking to the guy?” “He came to talk to me, actually. I was standing here where you left me”. My answer wasn’t sufficient for Wale. “Don’t embarrass me like that Ada, do you get it? When you are out with me behave with some decency”. That comment made me frown, my eyebrows shooting up instantly. “Are you being serious Wale? you need to just chill out ok? It’s not that serious”. I thought he had let it go and the incident didn’t cross my mind again for the rest of the evening.

When it finally came time to go home, we did our rounds of goodbyes to the celebrants’ and the other guest and walked towards Wale’s car. I was walking slightly ahead of wale, because I came off the boat 1st. The night was cool and the view off the edge of the water was really nice. Next thing I knew, Wale’s hand grabbed my arm swinging me around and then quickly landing a hot slap on the right cheek. The shock of the slap made me drop everything I was carrying, including a very expensive glass party favour. When the glassed smashed on the pavement, Wale quickly realised what he had done. He proceeded to cry, saying he was sorry and didn’t know what had come over him.

I think the slap cleared any sort of good reasoning from my head, I couldn’t form any words. I picked up the contents of my bag from the floor, quickly stuffed them into my clutch and started off towards Wale’s car, my feet thudding with each step. The drive back home was very silent and extremely awkward. I stared out of the window as Wale tried to make conversation. I ignored him and didn’t even look in his direction. When he realised his attempts at conversation were futile, he left me alone. As soon as we got up to my campus halls, I grabbed my things and jumped out of the car. I didn’t even look back once and Wale had the sense to not try and call me back. Luckily it was late so all my friends were asleep. I quickly unlocked my room dorm, locked it behind me. I dumped all my stuff on the floor and shed my dress in favour of my pyjamas. I removed all the make up and got into bed. I lay there for quite a while with the evening replaying in my mind. I wasn’t sure if I had done anything to warrant Wale slapping me. I knew it wasn’t right for him to hit me. My dad had never slapped my mum in all their marriage together. The last thing I remember was my pillow feeling damp from my tears that had soaked through.  

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Lessons from Everyday Life

Hey there again,

Thank you for stopping by today. My line of work means I work with mature adults about 60/70% of the time. In working with them, I have learnt some truly amazing things about life and have received some good pieces of advice which I will share with you.

Strange as it , as I hardly have conversations deeper than brushing the surface, I have really learnt some insightful things.

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1. Love is BLIND – it warms my heart when couples who have been married for 30/40 or more years come to appointments together. It’s most likely these people don’t look exactly the same as when they first got together but they still love each other. It’s so nice to see that love can last for so long. Admittedly , it seems to get better. It can be very bittersweet when people may come in after a partner has passed on – it shows how fond they were of their partner and how strong the bond of love is.

2.Leave a legacy – a lot of these people have children who now take care of them, some of them help look after grandchildren, some go and visit but regardless, I’m sure if they are no longer around, they have left a permanent mark on the lives of the people around them.

3. Learn to appreciate the little things – the people that go out of their way to help you, people that go the extra mile for you, appreciate them. We receive many biscuits, chocolates, cakes and cards from people who just wanted to say thank you.

4. The number one thing I’m told at work is to “enjoy life while you are young” – this is so stark because these people have lived for a long time and are in a good place to tell me that. Who better to advise you on living life than someone who has been where you are.

5. Have children – this one is more something I have observed than have been told. Having children doesn’t necessarily mean biological kids alone (though they do count). It could be extended family, family friend, adopted child, or someone you mentor. I realise how much children (biological or not) are willing to do/give for their parents/parent figures.

6. Look after your health while you are young – this is another one I have seen more than been told. I have learnt the importance of looking after your health while you are young as it seems health has a cumulative effect, so good and/or bad things will build up over time.

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Until next time
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Nollywood Movies, A Long Term Love Affair

“Nollywood is the Nigerian film industry which grew quickly in the 1990s and 2000s to become the second largest film industry in the world in number of annual film productions, placing it ahead of the United States and behind only Indian cinema.The Nigerian film industry is worth NG₦522 billion (US$3.5 billion) as at 2008” (Google)

An interesting fact “One of the first Nigerian movies to reach international renown was the 2003 release Osuofia in London, starring Nkem Owoh, the Nigerian comedic actor.”

The general consensus is that Nollywood as a movie industry “officially” started in 1992 with a film titled “Living in Bondage” by Kenneth Nnebue. This is agreed to be the “official” start as this was the first film that was on video cassette that was widely distributed. There were Nigerian films long before this, only they were not on video cassette. If you want a good bit of history, check out this article http://www.nigeriamovienetwork.com/pages/History-of-Nollywood.html

The name “Nollywood” according to the African Courier started out as a derogatory term. “The name Nollywood actually came into existence in 1995 when some Americans looked at what we were producing and concluded that it was trash. You see, with what we did, they became afraid and threatened that their own movie industry was going to collapse. It was clear to the world that anybody could actually tell all these big-budget stories by using mere hand-held cameras. Therefore, those leading names in the big theatre and film equipment, production and marketing businesses became jittery that, if this local home video industry in Nigeria should continue, it would kill the big-budget film industry that was sustaining them. So, just like they have been doing to anything that comes out of Africa, they concluded that the emerging home video industry in Nigeria was nothing, not like Hollywood.” Oguejiofor continued: “So Nollywood stands for ‘Nothing’. It is an acronym for ‘Nothing Wood’. It was actually meant to be derogatory and uncomplimentary. But we decided to claim that nothingness and push it, and today they are wondering how nothing has suddenly turned out to become something that is colonising the entire world.”
Read the whole article here:http://www.theafricancourier.de/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=525:the-making-of-nollywood&catid=101:art&Itemid=704

Nollywood films are definitely a staple for Nigerians, Africans and the world alike. I don’t think I have come across a Nigerian household that doesn’t watch Nigerian films even if not very often. I think many hold a love relationship with Nollywood while some hold a hate relationship with it. Nigerian films are in fact world famous. I’m sure you will agree that there are people you don’t expect to watch them that do, and thoroughly enjoy them. I think Nollywood is something for Nigerians and Africans alike to be proud of. The amount of films that are produced on a weekly basis far outweighs any other film market we know.

The Nollywood films most will come across are Igbo films as these are the ones that tend to be made in the English language.

My earliest memory of watching a Nigerian movie is watching a Yoruba movie at about 4/5 years old that was titled “Bukola Omo Daddy”. The only actor I can remember that was in the film is Mr Jide Kosoko. It had two parts though I never got to watch the second part. I remember watching this with my mum on more than one occasion. The story as I can vaguely remember it was a loose Romeo and Juliet story though the details are very sketchy in my mind.

My favourite Nollywood films at present (there are several) are Jenifa, Madam Dearest and Abeni.

Jenifa
Jenifa because this was such a funny film that was different to anything we had seen for a long while. I will admit there were a few scenes I skipped (the ritual bits) as I can scare easily and those were a bit too much for me, apart from that, it was hilarious from the start to the end. It involves a village girl who leaves her local village area for the more exciting University shores in Lagos. Unfortunately, her parents don’t provide her with any means to live and eat so she takes matters into her own hands.

Abeni
the reason I like this film is because the quality of the film and the way the film is put together. It just exudes quality. It is a film that makes me proud of where the Nigerian film industry has come from. It is about childhood friends, Abeni and Akanni who are from different social backgrounds. Their differences in culture causes them to lose touch and later become reconnected as adults. Only Akanni is engaged to be married to someone else.
If you are interested in watching it, part one is here – http://www.mainframemovies.tv/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/abeni2.jpg

Madam Dearest
Madam Dearest is a film I loved because the story line was actually well thought through and there was a high standard of acting and production. A married couple who have no children live together as normal. The husband goes out one day and gets drunk. On his way home, he stops to help someone who has been hit by a car. In his drunken state, he takes the patient to the hospital, unaware he died in his car. The story unfolds from there.

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