Category: Arts & Life

  • Plucking the thorns on their roses

    Plucking the thorns on their roses

    It was celebration time, as IREDE, a foundation formed to give succour to limbless and amputee children clocked one year. Hannah Ojo, who was at the cocktail reports.

    The gentlemen and ladies who came for this event all turned out gaily dressed. The glistering lights and soft music set in motion the radiance expected of a cocktail, but that wasn’t the main source of attention.  A set of special children, who stood out as champions, were actually the reason for this cocktail put together to celebrate 365 days of the registered existence of IREDE Foundation.

    When they came out for a special appearance, the song ‘stand up for the champion’ filled the air. True to that altruism, they are the kids with roses splattered with thorns. They do not have limbs but thanks to IREDE, they can now walk again and jump around like normal kids. The rhythmic ‘thank you’ rendition from three-year old Beulah Chigbu evoked emotions; so also was the presentation by the other children. Crystal Chigbu, the founder of the NGO could not hold back the tears as she watched her daughter say ‘thank you.’  Beulah who was born with a missing tibia and patella in her right leg and had to go through amputation and prosthesis was the motivating force for her mom to establish IREDE last year. It was borne out of her vision to share her story of hope with parents and care-givers who have kids with limb loss. Supported by her husband, Zubby, who cheered her on, she has been able to canvass for donors whose seeds have been used to procure prosthesis for children without limps from indigent children.

    Learning how some of the children came about their plight, wasn’t such a pleasant part of the evening though. The future ambition of 10-year old Dorcas Adepitan was to become a medical doctor, but that dream was almost cut short.  She was playing in school on a fateful day when she was pushed by her classmate. The fall was fatal as it led to the amputation of her right leg because a cancerous tumour had developed on the upper part of the leg.  She was adopted by the Sahara Charitable Foundation through IREDE’s “Adopt a child” sponsorship platform, which sponsored her prosthesis. She was full of life as she freely mixed with other kids and interacted with adults at the cocktail.

    For nine-year old Chidiebere Chidiogwu, it was a delay too costly. The young chap was preparing for his sister’s wedding when the bathroom wall collapsed on his leg.  Unsuspecting of the extent of the injury, his care-givers dilly-dallied by not seeking immediate medical help. The setback resulted in the amputation of 80 percent of his right leg. Thankfully though, Chidiebere now walks with the aid of prosthesis and is able to move around and play like other kids.

    Amongst the kids, Isaac Osumah was however the star of the night. He was full of life and could not care less about the prying eyes of both the adults and the children present around him. Fate played a hard one on him from birth, even though his mother diligently followed her clinic schedules and ante-natal care appointments. When the time came to be delivered of the bundle of joy on June 16, 2009, the sight that greeted the mother was shocking. The baby arrived with deformed limbs. As if that was not enough, he came with two fingers only on each hand and no limb on his right leg from his knee downward. The Paediatric consultant who examined him diagnosed him as suffering from Congenital Limbs defects. This means that his fingers and right leg did not form properly.  To make matters worse, Isaac’s parents were distraught to learn that nothing can be done to reverse the situation. But they had cause to smile again when the IREDE foundation met him in 2013 and gave him prosthesis.

    Another tale that drew much sympathy was the case of Kelechi Omeje who became a victim of amputation when she was diagnosed with Gangrene. Her travail began on January 16, 2011, when a line was passed through her right leg to treat fever and diarrhea.  Not long after the treatment, the little boy began to writhe in pain, even as her parents noticed that her right leg was shrinking. After about a month, the parents took her to an orthopaedic hospital where to their dismay, both legs were amputated two months later. Until now, her world was muted as her childhood thrills became suspended since she lacked the legs to move around. She was provided with prostheses for both legs last year when she came in contact with the IREDE foundation, and thankfully, she can now run around and play with other kids.

    Speaking on the activities of the foundation, which have revolved around the drive of ‘extending limps and raising champions’ in the last one year, Mrs. Crystal Chigbu revealed that the foundation was able to provide six limbs last year. She also disclosed that the foundation has decided to step up its activities and reach out to more kids: “This year, we want to do 24 limbs. We hope to achieve this through donations from our partners and good-spirited Nigerians.”

  • Raging storms over  a prophet’s death

    Raging storms over a prophet’s death

    Sunday Oguntola writes on the hullabaloo surrounding the death of Lagos-based preacher, Prophet Ireti Ajanaku, as well as the eccentric lifestyles of the flamboyant cleric

    There is Prophet Elijah Ireti Ajanaku, the General Overseer of Christ Victory Chapel International, who reportedly died on August 17th in his Gbongan hometown in Osun State?

    Investigations revealed that the flamboyant preacher is in the Military Morgue, Yaba, Lagos. His remains were moved to the facility after several prayers and vigils for him to regain consciousness failed. Members and elders of the church have been engaging in serious spiritual exercises for the preacher to come back to life since he was pronounced dead.

    A competent source told our correspondent on Friday that “the man is dead, no doubt.” The Public Relations Officer (PRO) of the church, Mr. Oluwatosin Faleye, also confirmed the cleric’s death to our correspondent last Friday. He said the church took time to announce his death because it was expecting God to perform a miracle. Faleye, however, said the deceased’s family is meeting on burial arrangements and will soon make announcements to that effect.

    But to elders and members of his church, he is in a trance preparing for a much-expected ‘resurrection’. This is a position they have taken since the fair-skinned cleric was pronounced dead. To many of them, it is as inconceivable as unbelievable that the powerful preacher who they fondly refer to as ‘daddy’ will just drop dead like that.

    About two years ago, members recall the same death verdict was pronounced on the preacher. He allegedly regained consciousness few days later much to the relief of everyone. The development did not only reinforce confidence in him but also fired up their affection for their spiritual head.

    A member, who simply identified himself as Stephen, said: “If you know this man, you will never believe he is dead. This is the same man who ‘died’ and came back to life. Nobody who was in this church then will ever believe the rumour that he is dead. If he came around then, he will come around again.”

    Sunday service without Ajanaku

    This optimism was evident at the church’s service last Sunday. The service held with members apparently defiant to the noise surrounding their spiritual head’s death. The worship session was as lively as before. The choir dished out melodious songs, which the congregation received with much gaiety.

    But the atmosphere became tense when Ajanaku’s wife, Joy, mounted the pulpit to preach. Members, who had steeled their emotions, wondered what ‘mummy’ as she is called will have to say to the raging controversy over her husband’s death. Many of them who had attempted to visit the 15, Folarin Williams Close, Ikola Odunsi, residence of their leader had been turned back with the assurance that all was well.

    Only very few trusted elders and members were granted access to the Oasis-like apartment. So, for them, whatever ‘mummy’ said would be their closest opportunity to hear from the horse’s mouth. Joy, who has two kids for Ajanaku, did not disappoint them. She put up a radiant look, telling the congregation ‘daddy’ sent them his greetings.

    The church erupted with joy. Members clapped and the singers raised their performance to a crescendo. Once pacified, Joy settled down to preach her sermon. She chose to preach without a theme or topic. First, she talked about the importance of accepting the will of God. This, she said, is because death can come at any time.

    Then, she launched into a really foul mood. Many, she claimed, were fond of mocking God’s servants. This attitude, according to her, must stop to avert divine wrath. Mrs. Ajanaku argued that God’s servants are not immune from challenges of life but must never be mocked during their trying moments. Her comments further confirmed to members that their revered leader might still be alive.

    Attempts by our correspondent to speak with church members on the issue were stoutly rebuffed. They maintained a troubling silence, becoming hostile upon further enquiries. But a few of them were as confused as the public. They spoke in whispers, maintaining their leader was not dead but probably sick.

    Life on the sick bed

    That the prophet is sick is not hard for his members to believe. Eight weeks before his rumoured death, Ajanaku’s absence from the church became noticeable. He was reportedly indisposed, members gathered. Investigations revealed that the flamboyant preacher went down under severe skin pigmentation allegedly caused by excessive bleaching.

    His condition was so bad that he missed the church’s anniversary celebrated on July 16. That he could miss such a landmark occasion confirmed to them that all was not definitely well. It was also gathered all attempts to secure medical treatment for the ailment failed. Unconfirmed reports said he was taken to his hometown for traditional treatment before he reportedly died.

    While on the sick bed, members were told Ajanaku travelled abroad for ministrations. Only few elders knew he was under the weather. Despite their suspicions, they were left with no choice than to believe. Ajanaku, a close aide said, was in serious pains with his skin peeling. There were also blood stains all over his body, the aide added. It was learnt that excessive use of bleaching creams complicated the skin condition.

    Tortuous walk to priesthood

    All of these were kept under wraps, far away from the prying eyes of neighbours and members. Ajanaku, investigations revealed, was a bus conductor and vulcaniser until his sudden rise to wealth and prominence less than a decade ago. Those who knew him in Ikosi-Odunsi in Agbado /Oke-Ode Local Council Development Authority (LCDA) recalled he was a conductor to a popular commercial driver in the neighbourhood.

    He had left his hometown where he was labeled mysterious by his peers. It was gathered the flamboyant preacher was dreaded in Gbongan back then because he was believed to have supernatural powers. A born Muslim, he converted to Christianity as soon as he came to Lagos. When he relocated to Lagos, Ajanaku engaged in several menial jobs. He also learnt auto mechanic and vulcanising.

    He became a bus conductor to raise enough capital to commence work as an artisan. “I remember he was a vulcaniser at a bus stop close here in those days,” Mr. Dare Ogunbayo, a resident confided. “But suddenly, he closed down the shop and took off. We never saw him again until he emerged about seven years ago as a church owner,” he added.

    Investigations revealed that Ajanaku’s attempt to attend Bible school never succeeded. This was largely because he never had any formal education. He was reportedly turned back at the World of Faith Bible Institute (WOBFI) where he sought admission. Sources close to him said he decided to plunge headlong into ministry despite his educational disadvantages.

    “He just felt he could still make it, after all he was a prophet and people will always consult him to hear from God,” a source close to him said. This educational deficiency remained a big torn in the flesh of Ajanaku. He operated more or less like an emperor, leading the church with a mixture of love and fear.

    Members had to kneel to talk to him. This, it was learnt, was because he convinced them he is a servant in direct contact with God. Members who spoke with our correspondent balked at the idea that he could be wrong or falter. “My daddy cannot do any of such things. He is a man of God,” a worker with the Sound Engineering Unit stated.

    Even resident related with him with strict caution. They said he remained an enigma who could blow from hot to cold. “Sometimes he could be nice and other times he would just snub everyone,” a landlord that sought anonymity stated.

    Ajanaku also used to go about in a convoy of exotic vehicles. Residents said many of them used to take cover whenever his convoy emerged, to avert being knocked down. His love for exotic cars was never in doubt. In an interview with a soft sell magazines, he said: “A lot of people who know me believe I don’t have a life and I am mysterious. That is why I decided I would also have a hobby which is my love for exotic cars.

    “I did that purposely so that everyone will be convinced I also have good taste like every other person. The kind of nature I have doesn’t value anything. So my love for cars is intentional. It is not a crime to drive exotic cars.”

    Unfinished battles with Tope Alabi

    But it was his celebrated relationship with award-winning gospel singer, Tope Alabi, that bought Ajanaku to the limelight. Alabi practically boot-licked the preacher, unabashedly rolling before him in several public outings as her spiritual father. She even composed many popular songs in his honour, describing God as the “God of Ajanaku”. She loved to call him “my angel”.

    Alabi, it was learnt, was introduced to the preacher by her mother during her trying periods. Series of prayers from the prophet changed Alabi’s fortunes, launching her into international limelight and accolades. She became the worship leader, drawing several fans to the Ipaja Lagos church.

    With Alabi’s songs and Ajanaku’s powerful prophetic ministrations, the church became a Mecca of a sort in the neighbourhood every week. The duo, it was learnt, smiled to the banks. All these ended sometimes early this year when the talented singer suddenly stopped attending the church. The 13-year-old relationship had turned sour.

    Ajanaku told the church: “For 12 solid years, I fathered Tope Alabi spiritually and she sang about me and my God not because I ever asked her to do so. She was Toyin when I met her, I rechristened her Tope because that was the name my God ordained for her.

    “Her travails disappeared because my God is true and faithful. She became almost an instant star flying local and international for shows. And I blessed God for who He is. So, Tope wasn’t advertising me, she was dazzled by the God of Ajanaku that raised her from travails to many triumphs.”

    Investigations revealed the reluctance of Alabi to attend every Sunday service in preference for commercial shows and outings was behind their parting ways. Ajanaku confirmed this much: “Tope Alabi feared the God I serve and she had great respect for Him, but her problem is that she doesn’t listen to sermons that should keep the power working for her continually. As much as Tope Alabi praises the God of Elijah Iretiola Ajanaku, it has never positively affected my ministry.

    “Hard as it may sound to you, Tope has never thought of ever appreciating me with her substance. Let people ask if she’d ever thought ‘let me give my pastor N100, 000 to buy foodstuffs. Is it good for someone of Tope’s pedigree to leave a church and we cannot tell that this is the drum, guitar or saxophone she bought for the ministry?

    “You plan your shows and have the right to alter it at will, why do you include Sundays? Find a week or two in a month to attend the church service as long as you’re in Nigeria. I told her it was an order as long as she remained my daughter, but if she dares me, never will I ever give her such counsel or invite her for any function in my ministry.”

    When Alabi attended the 2012 cross-over service, she refused to sit in the front row like she always did. When Ajanaku requested that artistes come forward for prayers, Alabi stayed put, claiming she was tired. This, it was learnt, infuriated Ajanaku. The livid prophet anointed 18-year-old Ifemide, a new comer in the church to take over Alabi’s position, a development that reportedly irked the singer.

    The prophet explained his action: “She (Ifemide) had never sung before me. I didn’t even know she could sing. I just spotted her and dragged her to the pulpit and said that someone is losing her divine place today and another person is taking the place. I told the church that by the power of God, I replace someone with this girl.”

    Ever since then, the bubble has burst between the duo. Ajanaku went on to allege that the celebrated singer was fighting him because he refused her sexual advances. Alabi has refrained from making comments on the allegations since then. When our correspondent sought to speak with her, she was said to be away in Canada on a musical tour. Mails to her Facebook account and official emails were unanswered.

  • Cave in her heart

    O! sister Monica

    You who grew by the riverside of youth

    Swimming from bank to bank

    Riding the slums day and night

    Seeking the love of all men

    Now I hear your dark whispers

    Love is fresh palm wine

    Leaping inside a calabash

    And frothing over its rim

    But your love Monica

    Is a splash in a basket

    And from a million holes it drains

    The torrents of your love

    Fall like Calabar rains in sheets

    Drenching the beauty of your cheeks

    Washing the powder away from your forehead

    Sweeping the cobwebs from your brows

    And like blinkers they shield your eyes

    O! sister Monica

    What have you seen?

    Is it the gloss of pain on your soul?

    Is it the flesh-bare fossils of passions?

    It is the emptiness of lust?

    Is it the phantom of love?

    I hear a bellow within your soul

    The banks of your heart are flooded

    Let the tide sweep your pains ashore

    I taste the salty tears on your cheeks

    But in the crevice of your hidden world

    I hear a song of penitence

    Have you seen this daughter of my Kin?

    Who sells fresh flesh?

    This daughter of my womb

    Denudes herself everywhere

    Should you dare search this maze

    Surely you’ll find her somewhere

    Stranded, frightened and angered

    Daring to fight back

    For her missiles of rocks

    Don’t give up

    In the rain of her brimstones

    Don’t give up

    When her thunder hunts you

    Wear the insulator of peace

    Please speak peace to her

    Tell her we are waiting for her

    Bring her home in peace to us

    We will wash her in our flowing streams

    Rub our oils on her ebony skin

    For the fruit of woman is beautiful

    But good deed surpass all beauty

    Good deeds are good thoughts

    We sing them in sweet melodies

    Sister Monica

    The fruit of woman is beautiful

    But good deeds surpass all beauty

    Let your good thoughts speak

    Again and again forever

    Shield yourself with cloak of wisdom

    From the carnal hounds of mankind

    Look in the cave of your heart

    Listen to the true lovesong within

    Hold well the sword of discernment

    Battle your blinkered eyes

    Sweep the cob-web away

    And guard the wisdom of love

    O! sister Monica I feel your renewal

    Let the tears of your penitence

    Like flowing rivers to delta

    Wash the pain in your soul

    Into the bountiful ocean of God

    That you restore and start anew

    And bloom into a beautiful flower

    With a heart full of joy

  • ‘Yoruba gods saved me from Boston Marathon bombings’

    ‘Yoruba gods saved me from Boston Marathon bombings’

    Clemencia Lee, 47, is an American of Columbian origin, She was initiated into the Yoruba religion 10 years ago, and goes by the names Ifatuma, Sangoyemisi; the first is connected with Ifa, the oracular mouthpiece of Yoruba religion, and the second with Sango, Yoruba god of thunder. She was at the recent 10th Orisa World Congress held in Ile –Ife, Osun State, where Femi Macaulay spoke with her.

    When we spoke earlier, informally, you mentioned the Boston Marathon bombings and a spiritual dimension which fascinated me. You said your Ori must have intervened by making you to leave the scene before the incident happened. Could you give me the story?

    April 15 was the date of the Boston Marathon. Every year we watch it; it’s only two blocks from our house. But this time we decided to watch it on television in the house. I have lived in Boston in that area all my life. We lived there and we saw the two winners; one from Ethiopia and the other from Kenya. Once I saw that there were two winners, me and my daughter, we decided to go do shopping. It was a holiday and it was our Ori, like you said, that made us leave and when we were about 45 minutes away from our house, people started calling our phones and we were asking ‘what’s wrong?’ and they said the terrible thing happened. It was the hugest bomb; there were two bombs that happened. I just wanted to say that it was definitely the Orisa that watched over us to not be there and right where the bomb was, we were invited to the place where it was.

    After the incident, did you go back there?

    The police will not allow us to go there. It was a crime scene, so that same day it was sealed up; it was difficult for us to even get into our house, and we had to open our car trunks to let them see if there was anything. Then when they got word of the two brothers, I didn’t realise that the younger brother, he got into school with my oldest daughter, and I happen to drive the same car that the young guy drives so I couldn’t even get to her school to get her because they would be under suspicion. Here in the United States, this is the first time I will ever see them lock down the entire city; no taxi could drive, no bus could run for the entire 24 hours. There were 200 shots in the shoot-outs when they finally found those boys. We were constantly praying. We were constantly asking our Ifa to help us, help my daughter over there. Then eventually somebody was able to drive her to another town and I was able to pick her up from that town.

    I’m trying to picture you at the scene, where you were positioned.

    Like we were sitting here, you could see the finishing line from our window. You could see the finishing line and all the moves, you could see everything. There were two places; the finishing line was right here but where the forum was, that was where the second bombing did the most damage.

    Are you saying that you were in an area where you could have been injured?

    We were invited to be right there at the area but we didn’t go. We were invited to go to the marathon party. We were tuned in watching TV, and then the party was outside.

    When it dawned on you that this huge incident had happened, and miraculously you were not part of it, did Orisa come to your mind?

    Of course, it was almost as if not only Orisa but the Egungun, my ancestors, took us from my house and said just go, because it wasn’t on my mind ‘oh let me go shopping today’ 45 minutes away, usually I would go right in the neighborhood.

    It was something that took you away, then?

    It was something that took us even farther because there were beautiful shops there, and my husband, he decided to go to the university on a holiday. Who normally would go to the university on a holiday? It was weird, because we already ate and were satisfied so we said let’s go do something different.

    So you went shopping.

    He went to the university, I dropped him. And it was probably about half an hour after that the bombs dropped out. And there was one after the other, and they said there was something else going on but everybody was just jumping over everything. We didn’t come back home because I didn’t think it was as big as what it was when they were texting me on the phone. The calls kept coming in and I couldn’t see a TV where I was, so I couldn’t see what happened until I got home and I saw this was major. It blew off major windows, buildings with kids in it-I mean those are people who were just running; and I have my neighbour who didn’t know how to contain other people, so I asked them to come and helped them have TV just to know what was going on, they were afraid too. There were people in Boston that helped the people too.

    It didn’t affect your building, did it?

    No, it didn’t affect where we live. But people were flowing and running towards the building where we didn’t even know what was going on because after 9/11, it’s been so many years and we were saying is it going to be another 9/11, so people were very afraid. We, even with that entire calamity happening, we had some peace. Like, okay, I don’t think it’s going to happen to us even though my husband’s eldest daughter, she kept saying ‘you have to run around’, I said I don’t think we have to run around, we didn’t feel that anxiety like everybody else was feeling. So we didn’t know that there was a lot going on until we saw the report on the television. We were calm for some strange reasons. Going back to work, people would ask us, ‘are you okay?’ I would say, ‘no, we are fine, thank you’ but they know how close we lived.

    Would you say this experience reinforced your faith in Orisa?

    I would say so, definitely, because even the feeling of being calm. When it happened I felt very bad for all the people that suffered and I don’t know what’s going on through those boys’ heads, I don’t know what the situation was. I was just glad that we were out of that way-me and my family. Not only myself, but lots of the people that I know weren’t hurt.

    Do you speak Yoruba?

    Not really.

    You used the word Ori , what’s your understanding of Ori that made you link it with your escape?

    For me, my Ori is almost like my common sense; for me, that’s how I interpret my Ori.

    But in this case it wasn’t your common sense.

    No, it wasn’t.

    Perhaps there was something deeper to your experience.

    You are right. You are definitely right. It was listening to something that comes into your Ori, so into your head. When they say, ‘don’t go that way’, something tells you ‘don’t go that way’. It’s like something speaking to your Ori. If something was going on and you say, ‘ha! I knew that was going to happen’, I should listen to my head; I should listen to my Ori. It was like listening to something you don’t really understand yourself at first. It’s the thing that comes to your head, which is what it is for me.

    Ori is a concept in Yoruba religion and culture, what else struck you?

    Also the entire poems of Ifa, just trying to be more disciplined and study and channel them to myself bit by bit. All of them, you know with Ifa there are so many things, but Ori is definitely the one that if I don’t accept it, then nothing else can be accepted. Ori is me, then if I don’t accept it, then nothing else falls in place. It’s important to always keep your Ori open, to want to learn and making sure you are careful. You take care of your Ori, like some ways of thinking of it is by not getting drunk, using drugs. It’s like something you do daily. Before I came here, I came late because I have to pray; there is a small prayer that I learnt when I first came into it, ‘Ifa, Ifa, funmi ni ori, iwa pele. Adura mi ase, ase. Iba baba, iba yeye,’ meaning, please help me and make sure that I don’t leave here and have any problems in my day today. I think I’m more humble than anything when I just listen to it. It has given me grounds to survive.

  • Of lust and love

    Of lust and love

    Title: Lust in storms
    Author: Ena’ Rose Igbuwe
    Number of pages: 340
    Publishers: D. Dewdrops
    Year of publication: 2010
    Reviewer: Joe Agbro Jr.

    Growing up as a child can be fun and sheltered for many girls, but as the teenage years approach, some realities set in. But the realities detailed in Lust In Storms, a novel written by Ena’ Rose Igbuwe, are peculiar to quite a number of girls; however in varying degrees.

    For Lillian, the protagonist in the book, despite having good grades from secondary school, finance was a barrier to furthering her education. Finding herself with a docile mum, and an ogling step-father, Lagos offered better prospects than her dreary hometown in Edo State. It was an opportunity which she would grab but which would not be as smooth as envisaged.

    With no one to cater for her in Lagos upon arrival, Lillian found solace in a church. And the kind-hearted pastor seconded her to live with Mercy, a sister who worshipped in the church. Ensconced in Mercy’s one-room apartment in the Ebutte-Metta part of the state, Lillian began her foray in Lagos.

    Being a beautiful girl, Lillian attracted male attention. But while she resisted much, a young man, Yemi, despite Mercy’s disapproval, eventually captured her heart. And it started by Yemi’s offer of a job. But, Mercy’s advice was, ‘You are a Christian and he (Yemi) is not. In Bible language, you are light and he is darkness.” But young Lillian was already in love. And her boss seemed to reciprocate this love.

    And spending much time with Yemi reduced Lillian’s commitment to church activities, a situation which did not please Mercy or her pastor very much. But, not too long after this, news of Lillian’s mother’s ill health would destabilise her. However, Yemi came to her rescue with money for the treatment. Armed with money to treat her mother, she went home to her village where she met with an admixture welcome. While some praised her for caring for her mother, others sniggered on how she could only have been prostituting to come by such money. But apart from her mother’s illness, the disappearance of Steve, her brother, also worried her.

    However, feeling grateful for Yemi’s assistance, Lillian easily succumbed to him on her return from the village and they made love, against her better judgment. Another chapter also opened whereby she moved out of Mercy’s one-room apartment to one rented by Yemi for her. After a series of trysts, she discovered Yemi had a wife and daughter in Europe. She also discovered she was pregnant. And while a sad Lillian was morose on breaking the news to Yemi, Yemi, on the other hand was ecstatic and immediately asked to marry her. He travelled with Lillian home to begin the rites.

    But the troubles began – Yemi’s friend, Kola, wanted to harm her. And only a chance meeting with Steve, her brother, saved her. Brother and sister and husband by a stroke of fate, each suffering, were however destined to meet again, but in a hospital.

    While Igbuwe’s tale is peculiarly Nigerian, it nevertheless focuses on some of the travails which might befall the girl-child. In the course of living, the sexual innuendoes thrown at females are a reality. And for those that reject such overtures, the journey to success could be made harder. And in the course of the book, the author also played up the need for Christian virtues.

  • Reaching out with the old blues

    Reaching out with the old blues

    Influenced by their growing up in Ibadan, they took their culture as an oyster to explore a genre of music that is thought to be the reserve of the older generation; this has succeeded in selling them to a younger audience. Hannah Ojo writes on the Ibadan sensational gospel group Bois Olorun.

    As the sekere (a calabash gourd wrapped with beads) rattles sprightly with the symphony of the sound produced from the agidigbo (thump piano), the agogo (bell) and the talking drum, the crowd at the 5000 capacity Amphi theatre of the Obafemi Awolowo University Campus, Ile-Ife was set aglow as the flow of the percussions could not be resisted by the young folks who flocked in to enjoy the flow of traditional music. Far from what was obtainable in the past when the genre developed as a percussion based style in the late 1930s, Apala seems to have found another appeal in a younger audience as it is now being promulgated by a group of young, suave and urbane men who have taken the music across religious boundary by terming their own gospel apala.

    Growing up under the brown dusted roofs of Masfala in the ancient city of Ibadan, which the poet J.P. Clark described as “a city scattered among seven hills like broken china in the sun”. Here children kept hens as pets and playfully beat meningitis out of them by placing them under Kongo bowl. Here teachers taught English and mathematics with Yoruba where children will shout ko se se instead of ‘ impossible’ when a teacher asks them to minus 9 from 2. These experiences form part of an exhilarating childhood experience which make them to declare proudly that whoever did not grow up in Ibadan does not have a sound record of childhood. “Where you grew up doesn’t determine where you will get to. I went to Abike model school in that same Masfala, mind you I won national Mathematics award from that school,” said Feranmi Biala, the banda( head honcho) of the group who later went to on to study Information Systems at the University of Wales, UK. Kayode Adeyemo and Kolade Biala, the other members of the trio are graduates of Computer Science Engineering and Accounting and work as bankers with First Bank and Diamond Bank respectively.

    Traditional is not local

    If there is one message they preach with their songs, it is the fact that the genre should not be referred to as local. “In the UK, their style of music is their tradition but here we call it international. The fact that it is traditional doesn’t mean it is local so when people approach us and say you are singing local music, we tell them it is tradition and as such could be international.” Apart from the fascination with their culture which influenced their style of music, they were also inspired by the need to channel their talent in a unique way. From their outfit on stage which is usually adire and ankara coupled with their Abeti Aja (dog eared) caps, there is no gainsaying the fact that Bois Olorun are on a mission to reclaim the lost cultural heritage that appears distant to many in their generation. They believe this philosophy should also apply to other aspects of life especially in the way language is used to capture the expressions of some phenomenon. “When we wear our ankara, we don’t call it local, we call it traditional. Our own food should be called amala not yam flour, akara not bean cake. We are trying to be different while campaigning for our tradition not to be local,” they affirmed.

    Their traditional appeal also makes them adopt the apala style of sitting down during performance. They said of this trend, “it is a brand. We picked it from the traditional way of singing apala. Only a few people know that. There is no gospel musician that would sit down to perform, so that makes us unique, coupled with so many other things that we put together to form our own brand.” Another unique selling point for them is their rich use of Ibadan dialect which gives their lyrics a humorous touch to non-Ibadans.

    The Bois in the men

    They are young men in their early thirties and all married. Although they started seven years ago, they still hold on to the name Bois Olorun. “We are forever boys in the hands of God.” Jesus said if anybody cannot bring down himself like a little child, they cannot enter the kingdom of God. You can’t call a child man. Just as politicians have thugs that they use whenever they want to cause some trouble, we are God’s boys so when God has a place he wants us to invade, he calls us,” they said.

    One of their popular single ‘Lowo kan ti nba ti flash’ is like an anthem in Ibadan and other South western states where they have performed across campuses, churches and even government events. Ironically, the group which seems to be more popular in Ibadan started from Lagos where the trio once lived. The first time they performed gospel apala as Bois Olorun (Boys of God) was at an Anglican Church at CMS about seven years ago after which they featured at Efizy nite at DayStar Christian Centre, Ikeja. From here they have taken apala across various campuses and functions across the South west. Earlier this year, they were at the Lagos State New Year thanksgiving programme in January where, according to them, “everybody was there” thanks to the first lady Mrs. Abimbola Fashola who is a huge fan. Plans are also underway to take their special brand of apala gospel on a tour of London. There is no end in sight to this gospel of resurgence that the group is engaged with plans underway to take their brand of gospel apala to the nooks and crannies of the country as they are Leveraging on strategies provided by the digital age to bring about a resurgence in apala using their faith as Christians to preach the message.

  • Me and  my Books: My poetry is all about profundity

    Me and my Books: My poetry is all about profundity

    Denja Abdullahi, a poet and award-winning writer is the vice-president of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). His collection of poems include Mairogo: A Buffon’s Poetic Journey Around Northern Nigeria, Abuja Nunyi, The Talking Drum, A Thousand Years of Thirst, among others. In this interview with Edozie Udeze, he says that poetry is the mother of all genres of literature

     

    Who are your favourite authors in the world and why?

    The writing world is diverse with unique styles, subject matters and brilliance that it is difficult for me to have favourites. Let us just say all good writers I have read are my favourites, and even those I am yet to read but hopeful of eventually reading.

    What sort of books do you like most?

    Books that explore people’s historical and cultural experiences in an epical sweep; whether poetry, plays or novels. I like profundity when it comes to books. Profundity of theme and style. There are too many books out there on the shelves and online begging to be read; anyone that catches my attention must have something unique about it.

    When you read a book, what are the salient things you look out for?

    What it says about the human experience, the underlying hilarity, the power of language in freshening even stale old concepts and larger-than-life characters that are in reality often life-like.

    When and where do you like to read?

    I read whenever and wherever I can have some moments to myself, away from work, family and the fulfillment of the rigours of existence. Those moments are getting fewer by the day, I must say. I read before going to bed, on the verge of sleep, in transit; by road and air, when I am not the one doing the driving or piloting (that is even when the journey is bereft of recklessness and turbulence) and whenever I am out of station, away from my usual habitué.

    What is your preferred literary genre?

    I have written more of poetry, so should I say poetry is my preferred genre? I love all the genres, I do not discriminate in my choice of genre.

    As a child, what books tripped you most?

    As a youngster, the pacesetter series greatly influenced me to contemplate the infinite world of the imagination. They were very realistic portrayal of life and living on the African continent in the popular sense. The stories and characters of that series, including even the authors, were engraved in my adolescent memory for such a long time that I penned one myself but I later lost the manuscript. The titles of the series still echo in my mind till today: The Undesirable Element, Stop Press: Murder!, Bloodbath at Lobster Close, Sweet Revenge, Sisi, Evbu My Love, Christmas in the City, etc. I later on discovered the African Writers Series and feasted on the titles accordingly.

    What book or books have had the greatest impact on you; why and how?

    Roots, by Alex Haley, for its epical sweep of the trauma of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade. I was angry about the plight of the black race as I read the book. And this feeling was aggravated as I read the book at the time the TV series was first shown on national television. The African Night Entertainment, by Cyprian Ekwensi, with its quest motif, dreams, magic and expose into the northern Nigerian clime also was definitive in my reading career; so also the phantasmagoric world of D.O Fagunwa’s novels.

    At what point in your life did you begin to nurse the idea of being a writer?

    In my first year in the university, after experiencing a culture shock with the almajiri system at the Jos Main Market some many years ago; though my writerly sensibility goes way back before that encounter.

    How has writing shaped or moulded your life?

    It has made me conscious of the fact that words are double-edged, they build and destroy; their employment for either purpose is what our lives are all about.

    If you met your favourite author(s) face-to-face, what would you ask him/her?

    How did you get to do that? What the hell was going through your mind?

    Of all the works you’ve read, which character strikes you the most?

    Many are swirling in my head right now, but I will readily pick Mohun Biswas in V.S. Naipaul’s A House For Mr. Biswas. He is such a comically tragic character in a struggle of existence, like that of the average man who does not want to die in obscurity.

    What do you plan to read next?

    The much-hyped The Accidental Public Servant by Nasir El-Rufai, I just want to get it out of my reading view and of course the dashing account of the Nigerian Civil War as executed by the Third Marine Commando in Alabi Isama‘s The Tragedy of Victory. Of course if you ask me the one I would like to read first, I will go for Isama’s.

    Are you a re-reader and how often?

    There are so many good books out there still unread than to indulge in the luxury of leisurely re-reading. I only re-read strictly for academic or research purposes, and this takes various forms.

    How do you arrange your books in your private library?

    Mercifully on the shelves in the office; books for research on their own, unread stuff together in their own territory and already read ones that can be loaned out to curious friends and acquaintances at their own end. Of course, one does not have the resources of the Library of Congress. So, many other books, more than the one on the shelves, are in re-enforced Ghana-must-go bags at a dedicated depository at home, competing with other bricks and bats and getting on the nerves of madam all the time.

    What does writing mean to you?

    Writing is my alternate career that has in its way defined my main career. Writing takes you above the ordinary; it confers on you a sage-like quality and raises you above the common throng. If you are lucky to have written anything good, be sure it will endure and confer on you immortality.

    How do you get your inspiration to write?

    I am inspired most to write not by solitude or a serene atmosphere that most writers cherish, but by great activity around me, market place noises, festive music and other such ambience. When people and things are uninhibited, I derive inspiration from that and that is where I hit on some great writing ideas.

    You have written more of poetry, at least the published pieces. Why?

    It is so because poetry is the mother of all literary forms. Let me deal well first with the mother before I start dealing with the sons and daughters. I write other genres too which are largely unpublished. There was a time I declared in a published interview after my last published poetry collection A Thousand Years of Thirst that with that I had paid my debt to poetry, meaning I want to take a break from poetry. Niyi Osundare, the renowned poet who I have had an over two decades relationship with, which began with him being my subject of research as an undergraduate, read that interview and sent me a private email saying “Denja, how dare you!” He was more like, you cannot pay the debt you owe poetry. I replied that I was only joking literarily; that I was only expressing my wish to bring out my writings in the other genres and that poetry will always be part of me. Presently, I am working on a play and another collection of poetry; this time with a religious theme.

    What was the most important book to you in 2012 and which one for 2013?

    There Was a Country by Chinua Achebe for all the reiteration of the role of the writer in the society contained in it and for the issues it raised regarding the dynamics of perspective in narrating lived experiences. For 2013, none yet.

  • Theatre workers up in arms

    Theatre workers up in arms

    The workers of the National Theatre, Lagos, are up in arms. This time, it is not against the purported sale or leasing of the culture house, but against the General Manager and the Chief Executive Officer of the edifice, Mallam Kabir Yusuf.

    In a press conference held in Lagos last week, the Amalgamated Union of Public Corporations, Civil Service Technical and Recreational Services Employees (AUPCTRE), the National Theatre chapter, noted in a petition dated July 26, 2013 and addressed to the Chairman, Independent Corrupt Practices Commission (ICPC) how the issue of alleged corrupt practices perpetuated by the G.M in the areas of over bloated contracts, and other fraudulent acts in the handling of the day-to-day affairs of the Theatre have slowed down progress at the nation’s apex culture house.

    According to the General-Secretary of AUPCTRE, Isidore Opara, “the amount allegedly being siphoned by Kabir on a monthly basis is enough to maintain the National Theatre, and keep it functioning while awaiting government’s life-line to turn it around.” And the amount, according to him, runs into millions.

    Opara said: “Regrettably, however, the general manager has perfected various morally indefensible acts of siphoning the resources of the National Theatre for self-enrichment. These are in the areas of fictitious conferences that never held, the purchase of Peavey sound equipment at an inflated cost of over 750%, the purchase of normal plastic chairs and tables at over 570% actual price.”

    He went on to reiterate how the union had on several occasions tried to bring the G.M’s attention to all these anomalies, but all were in vain. He stated further: “the GM does these in disregard to the procurement policy of the federal government. The outrageous list of maintaining the office of the GM (i.e. three Prado Jeeps and three private mobile policemen) contrary to the monetisation policy of the federal government since 2004, personal health expenditure of over six million for 2011/2012 alone, all these also contravene the national health insurance scheme of the government.”

    The union noted that all these run into hundreds of millions of naira and that is why the petition has been sent to the relevant government agencies and parastastals to enable government properly investigate the matter for necessary action.

    A copy of the petition made available to The Nation and signed by the officials of the union appealed to ICPC to use “its good offices to accelerate investigations of the above allegations and then bring the perpetrator(s) to book.” It also observed that given this situation as it is now, it may not be healthy and safe to allow the status quo to remain while the issue of the concession of the Theatre is fast approaching.” “The money that will come in during this exercise may not be safe,” the union further warned.

    When contacted in his office for his reaction, the G.M. was said to be in a marathon meeting with officials of another labour union named Radio and Television Theatre Art Workers Union (RATTAWU). When he was eventually got on phone for his comment, the G.M. said, “I heard you came to my office earlier on. I am on my way home. I won’t talk unless you come physically to my office. If not, you can go ahead with your story.” Reminded, however, that he could react on phone to save time, the G.M. quickly switched off his phone. And all efforts to reach him again proved abortive.

    Meanwhile, the National Theatre workers have threatened to embark on a sit-out industrial action starting from August 26, if the appropriate government agencies do not hearken to their clarion call to sanitise the Theatre forthwith. “That may be our next line of action if nothing is done now to save the lives of workers here in the next few days,” Opara noted, saying that “the Theatre is meant to generate money everyday. But the current administration is not doing that, rather it engages in policies that negate the interest of workers.”

  • Dancing in style

    Hip hop enthusiasts were exposed to the impact of knowledge and the power of mind over matter at the July edition of Str8 up Hip hop last Thursday held at The Place in Ikeja.

    Themed Juice! Know-the-ledge, the urban monthly event afforded guests to learn at the feet of a veteran like Edi Lawani, who was the special guest for this month’s edition. Although he was unavoidably absent, his message was aired to guests.

    Drawing from experience, Edi encouraged and advised young artistes to be open to knowledge on their way to success in their chosen career.

    Some up and coming artistes had the privilege of showcasing their talents as they kicked of the   Sly of Classic 97.3fm hosted event.

     The crowd was treated to almost all the Hip-hop elements which included mesmerising B-boy stunts, captivating spoken word, energetic performances and superb DJ’ing by DJ OZ.

    A major feature of Str8 Up, Hip-hop, Emcee battle, was tightly contested. Thus the crowd settled for four best rappers who slugged it out but was eventually won by M2B who took home 20,000 naira cash prize.

    Spoken word poet, Ndukwe, thrilled the crowd with his famous poems like Puff puff pass and Boom, which earned a call for an encore from the crowd.

    The crowd was also treated to scintillating performances from Mr. Raw, who used the event to premiere his new video, Ose Jioku.

    Terry Tha Rapman came on stage and delivered old and new hits, he performed Na beans?,  Sample Remix (by popular demand) and his latest single testing 1,2.

    In recognition of his contributions to the development of Hiphop and Nigerian music, Edi Lawani was presented an award of honour while the first prize winner of the Str8 up Hip hop Juice!KnowTheLedge Quotes competition was presented his prize on stage by Mr.Raw.

    The NM En.Core produced event and proudly supported by Kally drink and Mowa water attracted many hip hop fans who interacted with Terry Tha Rapman, Illbliss, Mr. Raw, Splash, Teegee, among others.

  • ‘I’m a child of Nigeria’

    ‘I’m a child of Nigeria’

    Singer/songwriter and poet, Offiong Bassey, is an exciting artist that draws upon the numerous influences that have touched her life. As the first generation from her Nigerian family born in the U.S., the soul, jazz, and gospel music of America reside within her just as comfortably as the musical traditions of West Africa. She brings to them her unique ear for harmonies and phrasing in her debut album “Offiong” currently making waves in the United States. AbdulRafiu Lawal met her recently.

    Why did you go into music?

    I feel music called me and I answered. Music and art has always been part of me and my identity. My grandmother is a wonderful singer and my grandfather was as well. Very expressive people who will tell stories, and will pass on our tradition in terms of our language and culture through songs and many ways. I have always loved to sing. When I was young I was that child that likes to move around during family parties to dance and perform especially when anyone asks me to. I never had any shame about it.

    Music is a principal part of my purpose and it is like you can bring every aspect of yourself to it. I can bring my joy, my pain, humour, spirituality, culture and all the languages I speak are all present in my music.

    What is unique about your debut album “Offiong” that one cannot find in the music market currently?

    It is a true and accurate representation of who I am. My name is Offiong Bassey, which means “God’s moon” in Efik language. I feel I was placed on this earth to be a reflection of my creator’s light in all I do. So, when I do my music I am doing a lot of things. I am fusing all the musical styles that I have grown up with, there is the African high life, Nigerian music, all of the praise songs that we do, then there is the soul, jazz and gospel. That is a reflection of my growing up in America and that I have those influences. There is something in it for everybody. I sing a little bit in my native language of Efik, little Spanish and rap.

    In terms of messages, there are messages of inspiration, encouragement and love that are delivered in a way that is entertaining and pleasing to the ear. It will make you think, dance, reflect and reconcile with someone that you love that you are fighting with. Music has its own language and power.

    What plans do you have to take your music across the length and breadth of Nigeria?

    I consider myself a child of Nigeria. I was born in America but, the blood that runs through my vein is not from here. I feel a very deep and a strong connection to my homeland. In making this album with every song I was thinking about that aspect of me that is Nigerian and that aspect of me that is African and how deeply it runs through me and how important it is only the way my music sounds but the way I tell stories. I performed at African festivals and Efik National Association events here. I hope to perform across Nigeria and Africa in the near future to showcase my music to our people and make them proud. I just feel really privileged to have a platform to express myself in this way and I do not take it lightly at all. I definitely sense a responsibility to my community, the Nigerian community, to my family to represent them well. Also, with all that I have experienced in making this album, I am launching my own label called Moonlit Media Group to bring on other artistes and helping to navigate this music business that I have navigated for some years myself.