“The past never tells us where going, it only tells us where we are coming from, so, our past should not be an excuses for our failures today”
I sometimes wonder how the Nigerian movie industry works….It almost like they don’t even sit down to plan and have a proper screenplay before releasing movies. Almost every two weeks I see a new advert for movies and I am wondering, are the actors that professional or the industry that efficient? But when I eventually get to see the “trailers” or even per chance watch the movie, I realise its the same old predictable and rather cliché concepts. What hurts the most is that there is both talent and money in the industry but no one is really drilling to maximise the use of both.
So I live in a part of Lagos and the other day, the rains came down in all its glory as I was on my way out. The above pictures are what the streets looked like in this developing community in a part of Ogun state, Nigeria. Am severely hurt to know that with the roads the way they are especially after the rains, a lot of damage is being to various vehicles. Since am an optimist, I believe the goverment will eventually do something about it(and gladly they are already in motion) but before then let the members of the community do something as well. They should stop blocking the drains with junks so as to allow the flood to flow.
The last part of this blog is the amazing fact that even in late November when dry season should be here, the rains have refused to go away. So much for global warming.
Ifemelu after having stayed in the States for 13 years still retains her beloved Nigerian Accent. For all of you familiar will the Classic from Chimamanda Adichie – Americanah, – you will quite agree that the book is quite exciting and politically objective (based on the general definition of objectivity) especially if to Nigerians or Africans. Anyways, every time I go to a new school (especially those attended by the middle and upper class members of the society not necessarily exclusive of the lower class members) I find that at least one child has “an accent”. This phenomenon makes me think about where those children grew up and whether they know anything about their culture. When I say culture I mean home town or village, language, food and the likes. Even more fascinating is that the child(ren) with the “accent” seem(s) to be the main attraction to other children (not necessarily the true picture though but its the closest I can render as I can relate personally with it).
I was talking to a group of people the other day and I was told the story of someone who went to the airport to pick another person and came out with an accent. I was truly amazed on how the “accent” seems to be a subtle thief capable of stealing the cultural heritage of my beloved Nigeria because a good number of the emerging generation wouldn’t mind going abroad for no reason but to get the “accent” without knowing that the Nigerian accent is voted one of sexiest English accents. I remember that while in secondary school, a friend told me he wants to travel aboard just so he could come and flaunt his Canadian accent and just imagine I also want to go abroad so I can come back with a ‘sexier accent”.
The whole accent situation ticks me because a falseness is attached (especially to those who have never traveled out but have the “accent”) and sooner or later, this falseness will birth a state of mind of being American or British or whatever. When this state of mind is born, the inability to dance to the rhythm of culture arises. Let me explain this more.
The boy who has spent 13 out of the four years of his life in say America when he returns to Nigeria and He is sent to some high brow school would probably never bother to find out about his culture heritage. And the one who has traveled for just one year but obviously preferred the life over there will rather identify with the other American or British society, through accent, because he or she would like to be asked the following question, “Did you grow up in America?” and would love to hear the comment “I love your accent” .
To the ones who grew up abroad, I not asking you to ditch the accent but make an effort if haven’t to be part of your people because that’s where you belong. And the ones who have never been abroad but have formed the accent, don’t you dare exclude yourself from the class of culture and try to be yourself.
Note: Readers, this is a personal point of view so please feel free to disagree and probe.
The other day, I was reading Americanah – Chimamanda Adichie and I was amazed by the devotion and diligence with which most of the chapters in the later part of the classic ended with a commentary from the blog of the main character, Ifemelu. This challenged me to reborn my blogging life as I always thought blogging was a boring online activity. Well, just like the mythical Phoenix, my other blogs died and resurrected with this one (not sure if that expression is correct). I hope you guys enjoy the commentaries on everything and anything; mostly literature, science and computers anyway.
N.B – I have so much I wanna comment about and I hope I get the chance to.
P.S – Paraphrasing a character from one of my favorite writers of all time – Dan Brown – “I have finally been reborn”.