Monday, June 29, 2009

When Will Nigerians Stop Being Ashamed?

So this is not exactly the best post to start with being that I'm still pretty much bedridden because of my neck (which is getting better thank you), but since I can't move around I've been online all weekend. Omg, I smell - showering is difficult with a busted neck and shoulder. :(

By the way, I was going to do a post on Koko Mansion. Will put it up around Wednesday.

I was reading an interesting post about Nigerian startups on Oo nwoye's blog when I came across the link to a really cool Nigerian startup called iKobo.

I clicked the link and all hell broke loose in my head.

iKobo is basically an alternative way to send money worldwide. You even get an iKobo visa card to facilitate the sending and receiving of money between parties. It's really a very cool (and much needed) startup and it was founded by an Igbo man Emeka Ohuche.

This is where my praise of iKobo ends.

I have said before that Nigerians (especially and particularly Igbo Nigerians) have deep issues with self esteem when it comes to comparing themselves with the rest of the world - particularly the West.

iKobo is a Nigerian company of which the President and CEO is a Nigerian Emeka Ohuche but Nigeria is pointedly absent from their list of countries that you can send to and receive from. (All other countries in the world are listed.)

Then, there's this:


This is thewebsite spokesman for iKobo

I have spoken before about Nigerians who own companies and choose to use foreigners as the public image of their company because they somehow believe that this gives their company an "international face".

True, iKobo is positioned as a global company but is that to say that Nigerians/Black people cannot be considered global? From the actions and attitudes of numerous Nigerian owned companies you would think that there's some lawbook somewhere that says explicitly that only non-Black faces are International faces.

I see nothing wrong with hiring foreigners but we should make every effort to promote our own people as much as possible. Companies from other countries do it, why not us? Why do we feel that our people are not good enough to represent us on a world platform? Nigerians do not value their identity and so foreign companies that come to Nigeria do what they like because they know noone is going to complain. To this day, Pears Baby Lotion marketed in Nigeria has a WHITE baby on the bottle. I don't know about you, but I know how many white babies I run into on an average day in Nigeria: ZERO. But still, that white baby is there, smiling back at the millions of very Black and Brown and Yellow Nigerians that use Pears everyday.

But let's be honest here. I know that circumstances govern everything, and I know that this might totally be a fluke. Here's why:

This man is a Voice talent. Voice talent is not something that Nigerians are usually involved in. At least not exclusively. Yeah you could tap any random Nigerian to come do your TV ad, voiceover, website etc, for you but it doesn't mean that Nigerian does that purely professionally. This being the case, I completely understand if there were very few Nigerians / Blacks available for this job. I totally understand, and I do not condemn or criticise if that was the case (which it most likely was).

But then again, these are the people that iKobo sees as its potential customers:


You know what? I can't even fault them here because everybody in this world needs to send money but MORE OFTEN THAN NOT it is the Africans, Asians, and Latinos/Hispanics that need to send money not Caucasian biker dudes with bandanas. (I see the one Black dude on the phone back there) I am just saying. Represent the people that patronize your business not the people that you think are cool.

I do not see any of the groups that most likely makeup majority of iKobo's market base here. All I see is nice looking white people who usually already live in their own countries and therefore tend to have reduced need to send money to their relatives outside the banking system.

But if you think that's the biggest problem with iKobo, you're wrong. First of all, I see no reference to Nigeria whatsoever on their website. Granted, I can totally understand the justification for this seeing as Nigeria does not have the best reputation when it comes to financial fraud, but other companies from wherever they are from are PROUDLY SO.

iKobo had a chance to show the world that there CAN be a reputable Nigerian company in the area of finance but they were too afraid and ashamed to do so. And I say they were ashamed not just because of the fact that they do not acknowledge that they are a proudly Nigerian company but because of their NAME.

I clicked the About link to see if I could find any more information on the company and what I saw shocked me.

According to their website, the name iKobo comes from a CHESTNUT TREE which apparently is called Kobo.

I am sorry, maybe I'm just a biased Nigerian-extremist bitch but I REFUSE to believe that a Nigerian started a MONEY-related company, called it iKobo and completely denies relation of the name to the Nigerian currency.

Come on! Are you serious? Apparently we are supposed to believe that his money transfer company has nothing to do with the name of Nigerian money.

Fine, if it was a BAKERY, I would believe. If it was a chestnut chocolate factory, I would believe, but I do not believe that an Igbo man named his money-transfer company after a random-ass nut.

Do you know what I believe? I believe that maybe there's a chestnut tree out there that is really called kobo by the people around it, but I also believe that Mr. Ohuche named his company after the Nigerian currency (Naira and Kobo) and then fearing the possible negative consequences of association with Nigeria that his money-transfer company might suffer he jumped on the coincidence and chose to tell the world that his company was named after a chestnut.

The company iKobo was built on a great idea, and I'm not knocking that. Far from it. I genuinely recognise and appreciate the efforts of Nigerians that branch out into businesses of their own and provide services for us all, but I would like Nigerian companies to be AS instantly recognizable as their foreign counterparts.

iKobo has since been bought by some other corporate body (or so I have read) and apparently it was involved in a mini-scandal of some sort (totally unverified) but I am using it to demonstrate the importance of company patriotism. I cannot overstress the importance of patriotism in a company. Because of company patriotism, American companies are globally recognised for what they are: American companies. The same goes with other companies all over the world. Who does not know that Toyota is a Japanese company? Who does not know that Ford is American? Who the hell does not know that Fiat is Italian and Peugeot is French?

The Chinese even take it one step further by bringing in their OWN people when they operate abroad. I'm not saying we should directly follow the Chinese example (which I personally think is a bit iffy and detrimental to the local population by the way) but the very least Nigerian companies can do is promote Nigerians. It is their social responsibility to project a positive image of Nigeria to the world THROUGH NIGERIANS.

A Nigerian company cannot promote a positive image of Nigeria to the world by specifically seeking out a blonde blue-eyed spokesperson. Unless the person really is that fucking good then they should do their utmost best to ensure that the face they show the world is a Nigerian face. But the sad reality is that I have seen Nigerian companies make this decision time and time again. From my friend who decided to name his company Kaplan because he believed it would give people the impression that his company is owned by white people to Bakura who specifically sought out a White or Lebanese manager for his startup company in Abuja.

I kid you not. We were all sitting around him proud of him and cheering him on because the launch of his company was the next month when he said that he still needed a manager for his company (I'm sorry but I can't tell you the name of Bakura's company because it is very well known and successful). Of course we all started mentioning people we knew or how we could look for someone for him, and the olodo opened his mouth and said (and I quote): "No, we're looking for some hot White or Lebanese chick to manage and do our PR. None of these Naija babes abeg. This is a classy outfit."

...

...

I'm a "Naija Babe". I was fucking fucking him for fuck's sake!! How do you think I felt? Yet he didn't see anything wrong with saying it in front of me and everyone (but me) TOTALLY saw his point.

My point is, Nigerian companies need a deeper sense of patriotism. As Nigerians we talk a lot about the bad image that Nigeria has and how it's unfair, but how many of us display an active committment to portraying Nigeria in a new light? I think Nigerians would benefit from a small dose of the kind of pig-headed patriotism that White Americans have. From the insurance company named Christabel securities (wtf? How is Christabel a good name for an insurance company?) to the Nigerian designer that uses all-white models at their fashion shows and on their websites.

We need to promote our OWN. I am not saying discriminate. Discrimination is wrong. If the only person that can do the job to the desired standard is a foreigner then by all means hire that person to do the job. Promoting our own does not mean accepting sub-standard goods and services. What promoting our own DOES mean however, is ensuring that when the job is done that foreigner carries out a complete Knowledge Transfer for the Nigerian workers so that they can maintain, reproduce and develop on their own.

Enough is enough. We are Nigerians. There is no magic wand that will come and make us into something different. We need Nigerian companies, with Nigerian names, and Nigerian faces, and Nigerian goods for Nigerians and for the rest of the world. Look to the Asians for guidance. The Asians might have their own serious issues but they have self-promotion on lockdown.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Help! My Neck!!

I woke up this morning with severe pain in my neck and shoulder on the right side and I can't turn my neck to the right or move my right arm too much with out mind-numbing pain. I also can't get up because of the pain in my neck. Who knew that getting up involved pawning fulcrum spots from lower body to neck?

Either way, I am trapped naked on my bed until further notice (God knows what will happen when I need to pee). My phone is about six feet away from me and I can't reach it, so if you call me and I don't answer, I'm sorry.

A quick Google search revealed I should try to move as little as possible for the rest of the day. That's nothing I wasn't already planning to do. Today is going to be a hungry day.

Wah! I miss my Mommy!!!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Why I Hate America

I just finished watching The Philanthropist, which had the makings of a great show until I watched it.

The story line is great, but it's so unbelievably, incredulously offensive to Nigerians that all I could do while it played was gape as one after another amazing inaccuracy smashed onto my screen.

I don't really hate America, but I do hate that when Americans make a movie about Europe, they do their research so thoroughly (especially for the period pieces) that you are literally transported into the place, era, or whatever they are trying to show you, BUT when they make a movie about anywhere in Africa, they don't even bother to get the simplest facts straight.

All I can say is: Anyone that has ever heard the word 'Google' can tell you that there are NO HURRICANES IN NIGERIA.


Here's a copy of the post I made on NBC's message board for their Ask the Expert feature.

Hi, I'm Nigerian and I pretty much watched the pilot with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. There were so many gross inaccuracies that I don't even know where to begin. Abuja is a huge, sprawling modern, shiny, beautiful city and for you to portray it as a muddy village is beyond insulting.

Also, it was glaringly obvious to me (and to any other African that watches this episode) that most of the cast in this show were Southern and Eastern Africans. Very few were Nigerians or even West Africans. The accents were so totally off-mark it's not even funny. The languages spoken were totally wrong, but the dressing was the worst. Total fail. People from different parts of Nigeria are INSTANTLY distinguishable by their traditional clothing. I'm Nigerian, I've lived in Nigeria all my life, and I couldn't even tell who was supposed to be who. The names of the places were not much better. There is nowhere like Kujeru in Nigeria.

But worst of all, the absolute worst of all was the whole premise that the pilot episode was based on: A Hurricane in Nigeria. ANY Nigerian will tell you that there are NO hurricanes in Nigeria. What is even more comical is the fact that a mudslide supposedly killed off the people in Kujeru (which according to this show is a little ways east of Abuja). If anyone producing this show had bothered to just Google Nigeria, they would know that a mudslide of any magnitude in Northern Nigeria is a huge impossibility.

The portrayal of Nigeria as a place where everyone carries guns is totally inaccurate. Most Nigerians have never seen a gun inside Nigeria except those carried by policemen, soldiers, or robbers. I do not know if the production team was confusing the current crisis in the Niger Delta with the rest of Nigeria, but as far as accuracy or authenticity goes, this show scores very poor marks.

So, since most American shows by the major television networks have pretty sizeable budgets I would like to know WHY the production team could not pay the kid next door five bucks to print out even a Wikipedia article for them on Nigeria. From this one episode it is evident that no research whatsoever was done on my country when this episode was shot, and it also seems to me that parts of the show weren't even shot in Nigeria.

Can you please tell me why noone bothered to even find out the basic facts about life in Nigeria? Can you tell me why you have Southern and East Africans acting as Nigerians (and doing a terrible job by the way)? Can you tell me why your billionaire is saving a boy from a hurricane in Nigeria when there have never been any hurricanes in Nigeria? What was all the production money used for if The Philanthropist can't even show an accurate picture of Nigeria? Villages in Nigeria don't even look like that. Any Nigerian will tell you. There are pictures of Nigeria all over the place. I don't know where this show is getting its information about Nigeria but seriously you need to check your sources because they are totally wrong."


Let's see if they reply.

The End of an Era

I grew up weaving dreams to his music.

Rest in Peace Michael Jackson: Greatest Musician of ALL time.



My favourite music video. Ever.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Fun in New Haven and a Sneak Preview

I went to see Mellowyel for a week ( I would have stayed longer but she has exams and I'm disturbing her studying) in Connecticut. As far as fun goes I was far too lazy to do anything (we did go see The Proposal and Transformers) but it was great to hang out with one of my best friends and eat free Nigerian food.

Thanks darling!! I might not be able to cook, but I sure am glad that you can!!!!

Also, I found this amazing program thingy from InStyle that allows you to try out makeup on your face online. It's so much fun it should be criminal. The only bummer was that it kept giving me brown contacts ( I think it didn't have an eye shade as dark as mine so it just approximated to brown), but that aside, it's great!!

Here are the results of my little makeup adventure:

Thin Me

Fat Me (Now)


Changing my Lipstick :D

I'm back in Manhattan and poring over the pictures for the new Dinka website (yes, in spite of my multiple drawing crises I still design t-shirts). The new website is making slow progress and I am forever indebted to my web designer (who will be revealed when all is ready) and there's still a lot to be done, but happily everything is coming along.

I managed to carry out a mini-photoshoot in New Haven, starring the beautiful Mellowyel, who graciously agreed to model for me for free under BestFriend Code 123. It's not done yet, but I'm loving it already:

The Cover Photo ( the website is currently under construction)

Isn't she lovely?
My photographic skills are improving.
Her hair is amazing.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Thing Around Your Neck

I just got back from an amazing book reading and signing by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie for her short story collection The Thing Around Your Neck.

Despite missing two trains on my way to Idlewild Books where the reading was taking place at 7pm, I still managed to get there eight minutes early and snag the only remaining seat in the very front.

Chimamanda arrived by taxi and gave a short but great reading which was followed by a very lively interview. She was incredibly gracious and super down to earth and even though I've thought she was a great writer since Half of a Yellow Sun, I think she's even ten times more terrific now. I actually got relationship advice from her. She told me not to give up entirely on Hausa men so maybe... no more Bakuras, but maybe I'll put them back on my dating radar soon.

Notable quotes from the interview?

"I'm very suspicious of excessive happiness.."

"I liked romance [novels] until I became sensible enough to realise it was rubbish."

Curiously, I was the only person that asked her a question after the interview. If I were the rest of the audience I'd be bursting with tons of questions but hey. It was a pretty cool gathering. I met Funmi Iyanda who is equally gracious, terribly funny and unbelievably nice, as well as Teju Cole (whose books I must acquire and read). I feel terribly ashamed because I didn't immediately recognize that Teju was a writer. So I knew of Teju Cole, but somehow my brain just said 'this is another Teju Cole'. The Nigerian Arts and Media scene is populated with so many crazy talented individuals it's unbelievable.


I probably just want to spend the next few years immersing myself into as much Nigerian art, literature, etc as I can. It wasn't just the reading that blew me away, Idlewild Books is AMAZING. This is the first bookstore I have been in that literally goes around the world. ALL of their books are arranged according to country and they have so many amazing books from African authors and on Africa I'm tempted to spend the rest of my summer days and nights in there. I definitely have to go back and buy some more books (I bought a copy of Chimamanda's The Thing Around Your Neck)

UPDATE: I have secured a photo of the mind-blowingly cute editor of Granta that conducted the interview

John Freeman
Sigh, what we would give for sexy time...
(Thank you wmcisnowhere!)

I had such a great time. I even spotted Lola Ogunnaike at the reading and I think she was having the reading filmed which is curious because I read she's no longer with CNN. I wonder what she's up to now?

I had a blast. Nigerian writers rock big time.


Lola Ogunnaike supervising the videographer

Idlewild Books has a stunning collection on the continent

The interview was great fun. The editor interviewing her was sooo cute but I couldn't get a picture of him :(
Trust me, he was hot. :D

The upperlevel of Idlewild

She signed my book to me and wrote "Nwannem Nwanyi".
Aww! Yay Igbo autographs!

Check out Funmi Iyanda's Deola Sagoe jeans!
I've wanted a pair of these forever.
Must. Go. To. Gym.

It rocked. Chimamanda kicks literary butt.

And here's the CNN video. (I'm in it :D)

If anybody out there loves me...

I need this doll.

Thanks

Friday, June 12, 2009

I Bring What I Love

I just got back from seeing Youssou N'Dour's documentary at The Paris Theatre. It was moving, soulful, very warm, and I feel that he really was able to convey his love for his music and his country and his people and his family and his religion, and I feel that it's very interesting to discover the different ways in which we all interprete the human experience and despite my grievances with Islam and African followers of Islam, Youssou N'Dour, at least for me, was able, in this film, to for the very first time, truly separate Religion and Culture, and curiously reunite them to create a new picture of Islam where just faith shines through.

Honestly this is the first time for me, that I have been able to look at an African man who believes truly in Islam, and not think in my head "You are deceiving yourself". And I say this because, for so many people all over the world, whether they realise it or not, their religion Islam, is a concentrated infusement of Arab culture. And while I do not "hate" Arabs per se, you cannot ignore the fact that there are black African slaves in Arab countries TO THIS DAY. And you cannot ignore the fact that black Africans in general (and of course this would by default extend to all black people in general) are quite often treated like scum in Arab countries or by groups of Arabs. Of course like everything else that happens on this Earth, it is not all the time, neither is this done by all Arabs, but the fact is, it does happen, and these Arab countries, nationals, people, etcetera couldn't be less bothered about the fact that there is a known African slave down the road from them.

Also, there is the issue of how supposedly there is "no racism" in Islam, and supposedly "there is no slavery under Islam" but we all know that the Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) spoke about slaves, and said that it was totally okay for Muslim men to "take" slave women that they "possess with their right hand". Obviously, this is not a direct quote from the Quran, and unfortunately, memory fails me as to where exactly in the Quran one might find this particular statement, however, the good Muslims among you might be able to point us in the right direction.

The point I am trying to make is: Arabs (from whom the religion of Islam first sprang and who insist on forcing their language and culture into everything about Islam so that Muslims all over the world generally tend to learn Arabic whether they give a shit or not) generally do not have the best human rights record concerning Africans, those of African descent, and basically anyone darker than a really light-skinned coconut. And since most of Islam is really Arabic culture in disguise, (just as most of Christianity is really a combination of Hebrew and European culture in disguise) I then find it quizzical that so many Africans should choose to embrace, emulate, and propagate the religion/culture of a group of people that have historically been bent on either enslaving them or raping their women or just generally treating them with minimal dignity up until the very, very recent past if not the very, very current present.

I already know the answer to my own question or ponderings. The point is, Islam is a RELIGION, and as most religions are, it is about God. Human beings unfortunately tend to make religions about themselves by creating silly rules that generally reflect their own culture and make it hard for people of other cultures to embrace the religion without heavily discomfitting themselves. (Note, the original proponents of the religion don't feel uncomfortable at all because they already designed the religion to match their lifestyle before they sent it out for mass production - case in point: Islam and Arabs. The Arabs feel just fine, but any other Muslim from another culture has to actively change great swathes of their customs, behaviour, etc to resemble that of Arabic culture more closely - Not cool.) And for this reason, I found African Muslims slightly annoying.

What am I getting at? Youssou N'Dour's film made the separation that most African Muslims cannot make. Yes, he is Muslim, yes, they all are Muslim, but being Muslim and believing in God does not mean that Senegalese culture is inferior to Arab culture. Just as when the Europeans came they told us that all our culture was bullshit and that we were to drop it and emulate them because their culture was far far better than ours, the Arabs did the same thing with those parts of Africa that they managed to invade. And I guess what I mean is, if WE had invaded Arabia and Europe instead of what actually happened, THEY would be the ones aping us now because THEY would believe that THEIR culture was inferior to OURS. No religion is transmitted purely, and what I mean by this is that every time someone is converted to a new religion, they are indirectly and unconsciously converted to the culture of whoever started the religion which is why Hausas try to act like Arabs and go on holiday in Dubai and Igbos try to act like Europeans and go on holiday in America and England.

The reason I am pointing out this separation that I saw, and the reason that I find it so profound is that too often we Africans are far too ready to give up what is ours for what is someone else's, and that someone else, again too often, doesn't value what we have to give. Because of this film, I understand more deeply why those Africans that are Muslim remain so. Because of this film I understand why we can put aside the evil intentions of some people even though we share a faith with them. Youssou N'Dour makes faith in God bigger than the petty bitchassnesses that humans tend to commit against one another in the name of superiority (read: Arabs against Africans). For the FIRST time, I have seen an African Muslim take Islam, and TRULY make it his own. For the FIRST time, I have seen an African Muslim live an Islam that is not about Saudi Arabia and glorifying Arabs and their lands. Youssou N'Dour sings about the Muslim heroes of SENEGAL. I'm not saying Arabs are bad people in general but I am saying that far too often, part of Islam is about Arabs basking in the glory of how much better they are than the rest of the Muslim world simply because the Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) was an Arab and because Islam started from Saudi Arabia.

Please see Eccentric Yoruba's fascinating post on the clash of her African Identity with her religion Islam.

There is supposed to be brotherhood (and I imagine sisterhood) in Islam, but the way things are right now, there is no brotherhood in Islam. I am Catholic and you all must be wondering what fucking right I have to discuss this, but let me just say that this is the view from the outside looking in. Maybe there's some other stuff that they do behind closed doors that I don't know about; I won't claim to know, but half of my family is Muslim, and Bakura as you all know, is Muslim, and pretty much every boy that I havc ever dated has been Muslim (total random accident) so I've observed a little.

Point is, it was a great film. It made me appreciate Islam for the religion that it is rather than be annoyed with it because of the people that follow it. Hey, I definitely don't agree with everything that Islam teaches but it was great to see Africans that follow Islam because they truly believe and not just because they are zombies acting on what the Arabs have forced down their throats. So in that light, I say Yay true followers of Islam! May God bless you and strengthen your faith! And to everyone else, I say "Faith trumps all. Human beings mess stuff up all the time, even something as sacred as religion and God. Don't let the HUMANS fuck up your approach to God because they will if you give them even an inch"

Outside the Theatre


Waiting for them to bring the car around I suppose
Sorry, this was the best I could do (on ZOOM LENS)
I hate bouncers


And on that note, I end this post.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Guess Who I'm Going to See

Sugabelly will be live at SummerStage in July for the performances of:


Oumou Sangare

Asa

Les Nubians

This summer is totally rocking. :D

Oooh, and I forgot to add that I was unable to see Youssou N'Dour at BAM because Multi was supposed to go with me and she cancelled and I didn't want to go alone, but it turns out that darling Mr. N'Dour made other engagements in Manhattan. He's not going to perform live but he is going to be there in person and I have acquired a ticket!!!!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Update

So since last week I've been depressed about losing my ability to draw among other things. Thanks everyone for the encouraging words about practice. I went downtown today to the Borders on 33rd street to write. While I was there I also picked up some pencils, a sharpener, an eraser, a pack of brushes, a pedometer (I'm tired of being fat, time to return to my original size) and a step-by-step book, "Draw Comics" by Dick Giordano.
I also popped by the Fashion Institute of Technology to pick up brochures for summer classes.

Overall today was a semi-productive day. I got out, I got some exercise, I explored a bit ( I ran into two Tibetan Monks during my adventures. Unfortunately I didn't take my camera with me today), and I actually managed to write two more pages. If you don't count the White Chocolate Mocha and four packs (small packs) of shortbread I had today, it was pretty good.

Plus, I managed to squeeze in some drawing. I like Mr. Giordano's style of instruction. He focuses on the individual components first and then shows you how to combine them to make a whole. This is all stuff I could draw before yes, but I always approached the human face as one entity rather than a conglomeration of individual components. I guess rethinking your approach is step one to growth.

Anyway, here is my first facial drawing using this method. I'm pretty pleased with myself actually. It seems like there is hope!

Monday, June 8, 2009

So I Decided to Colour My Drawing

And because the skin was now darker, the fro looked far too light.


Like so...


No Biggie.
I corrected it by blotting lots of mini-sections with a black marker :D

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Today is World Drawing Day

Original

My Attempt - Almost done

Done (Medium: Black Biro)

Side by Side

I haven't drawn anything in a really long time. Actually I haven't drawn anything major for years. For a long time now I've been agonising over the fear that my talent is truly gone and that I'll never get it back. I've tried to start drawing and painting again so many times but every time I try to draw something all I get is crap. It's painful. I used to be able to produce exact replicas of anything I looked at and now I can't even draw a chair and get it right. Three nights ago I spent the whole night crying because I tried and tried to draw the view from my window and just couldn't. I have my sketchbook and paints with me and my charcoal and pens, but nothing is coming and it's so scary.

Part of me is really, truly furious with my Mom over this. I used to do art in secondary school and I was doing well but she (like all Nigerian parents) wanted me to be a doctor, so she came to school and forced the admin to change my classes from Art to Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. I went from being happy and excelling at something I loved to being miserable and almost failing. She made me drop Art, and because of her I didn't draw anything for years. I swore that the moment I got to university I would take art and I did take a drawing class in my freshman year which I must admit helped me come out of my abyss.

I even won Third Place (White Ribbon) in the school's art show. But seriously, come on! Third Place? Since when did I ever win THIRD place in a drawing competition? I feel like a fucking shmuck. I haven't taken an art class since then. Which was a year ago. I've already lost so many skills I had. I used to be a gymnast but I stopped. Now I can't even bend over. I used to play tennis for Milo but I stopped. Now I can't run to hit a wide ball. I used to play the piano beautifully but I stopped. Now all I can manage is the encore of the Phantom of the Opera, and I've forgotten how to read music.

Even now I'm in Manhattan trying to write. I used to love writing. I used to get a rush feeling my pen connect with the paper. I have a blank notebook and at least five pens in every handbag I own. I used to write compulsively. Now the last entry in my journal was in January. About the journaling I sort of understand because I used my journals to get through the pain of secondary school and I used my blog to get through the pain of Bakura, but everything else I don't understand.

I start things, and then I stop them halfway through. I feel lost and lonely without my abilities.

I used to be an artist.

Now I feel like a fucking fraud.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Just Got Back from Femi

The show was beyond amazing. Here are the pictures I took:


The show was at the Fillmore on Irving Place

The line was crazy

The first act - Black Jacks - opened for Femi

Me in the crowd, it's a little fuzzy but hey.
I was right in front at the metal barrier before the stage :D

I met a gorgeous lady with the dopest Ghanaian earrings EVER!
She told me where she got them.
There'll be a man at the African Festival on the 4th of July..
... These earrings shall soon be mine :D

The Nigerians were of course, out in full force

Setting up Femi's sax behind a screen. I was so close though, I got a shot from under.

I want to be a shrine dancer when I grow up

Femi's girls are dope
Beyonce ain't got shit on these girls
She probably watches old Femi and Fela videos to see which moves she can fap
I would do them all in a heartbeat
Especially the one on the right

It ROCKED! You have no idea...

After standing for five hours, I took off my shoes to let my feet rest
I am now probably going to get warts :(
Oh shit. I just realised my feet are on my bed.
Ewww

This dude's afro-dread mohawk was sick.

He sang a lot of new songs and old favourites
The crowd was singing along

Aww, he looks just like Fela here.
He sat on one of the speakers to shake those of us in front.
Femi Kuti fist-bumped me.
It was fucking awesome.

While the girls were dancing...
The DUMBASS man next to me
started throwing $1 bills at their butts
I was so disgusted
Just because a lot of Nigerian dance appears sexual
Does not mean they are strippers.. X(

There are the dollar bills on the stage
Security told him off and bounced him... fast
Fucking Perv...

Me leaning on the stage barrier. My feet were aching so bad

Some girl screamed out "Femi marry me!!"
It was too funny

When he left we all broke into a chant "FEMI! FEMI! FEMI!"
So he came back...
... and broke into 'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

When he was done, a member of his band did one last set

The final bow (missed the actual bowing part)

The presenter announcing the venue of the After Party
I was too fucking tired to go

This DJ and I had a very animated conversation about afrobeat, language, culture, oil, politics, and life in Nigeria.
He gave me his card and told me about another show to check out.
He's good people. ;)

I met up with my friend Tunde at the show.
Luckily Tunde came with his car because I was too tired to take the subway home
Yay to friends that drop you off!

Nigerian Music is the Shiznit.
Femi Kuti will be playing a FREE show at Prospect Park in Brookyln on the 25th.
I got this information from the DJ.
I told you he was good people.

p.s. I have lost my voice from screaming
There is a funny ringing in my ears


Because I love you all,
I made two videos:

One:

Femi Kuti live1 from sugabelly on Vimeo.


Two:

Femi Kuti Live 2 from sugabelly on Vimeo.

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