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Saraba online journal aims high

Saraba online journal aims high

Two students of Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Damilola
Ajayi, and Emmanuel Iduma, teamed up recently to create a fast growing
electronic magazine and a website, geared towards promoting the development of
literature and arts in Nigeria.

Speaking on their partnership, Iduma, a final year student of Law,
said, “We are writers and literary enthusiasts. We met at a writers’ workshop
in Ife and we just bonded and keyed into the vision of an E-zine and website.”

Ajayi, a student of the College of Medicine agreed, saying, “We,
were primarily budding writers who had always scoured the internet for openings
in literary markets and we saw that most times these literary magazines (mostly
western) have a predilection for authors in their locality; and even when they
publish African writers, they are usually in the Diaspora. Hence, we thought we
could start something Nigerian first and then African.”

In the beginning was the
word

The first issue was published online in February, 2009; and
since then, the e-zine, Saraba – a unique quasi African tag – has been nurtured
to become what it is now. The idea to float the e-zine, the two admitted, was
borne out of a “selfish need to publish our works; as we were budding writers
with loads of rejection mails.”

Iduma explained that “Saraba is a quarterly magazine, for which
we usually draw out a theme calendar at the beginning of every year; in
addition we also publish at least three chapbooks every year. We have had four
issues, one sub-issue, two chapbooks, and we try to have online content
monthly.”

Saraba has, in just two years of operation, published both
emerging and established writers, including: Jude Dibia, Emmanuel Sigauke, Uche
Peter Umez and Pelu Awofeso, amongst many others.

Iduma highlighted some of the teething problems faced by their
online literary platform: “We publish stories, poetry and essays because we are
a literary magazine and we are concerned with Literature. In the initial stage
though, there was slight scepticism. Not that the idea was not welcomed but we
had to define and redefine ourselves severally before we finally got the
acclaim that we have now.”

The magazine and the website is self-funded by the two partners,
who presently have not begun to pay their contributing writers. Ajayi expressed
hope, however, that Saraba will be able to offer remuneration to its
contributors sometime in the future. He added that, “Online magazines are
easier to produce and are less capital intensive. They match the current trend
brought about by the computer age.”

Big dreams

Saraba has generated online following across Nigeria, Africa and
the world. Proudly illustrating the reach of their brain-child, Iduma said, “We
have been receiving entries all over the world. We got over 15,000 hits in
March only. We plan to generate revenue by advertising on the website.” The
advantage of online magazines, according to him, is the bridge they establish
between the inadequate number of publishing houses and the country’s growing
need for outlets for creative expressions.

Saraba is a pioneer in online publication in Nigeria and its
creators hope that it will become a household name in world of literature.

“In some years, we hope to be rubbing shoulders with big literary magazines
like New Yorker, Callaloo, and Boston Review,” Ajayi projected.

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‘Thanks, Eddie, for staying the course’

‘Thanks, Eddie, for staying the course’

Poet Eddie Aderinokun celebrated his 70th birthday surrounded by family and associates

Former journalist,
sports administrator and poet, Eddie Aderinokun, who clocked 70 on July
13, celebrated the occasion on Friday, July 16 at the Banquet Hall,
National Theatre, Lagos.

It was a two-in-one
celebration as Aderinokun’s latest poetry collections, ‘Ode to Artist
Without Compare’ and ‘Thirty Thoughts in Thirty Cities’, were also
unveiled at the event attended by eminent Nigerians from journalism,
the literary arts and sports.

Pioneer president,
National Press Council, Alade Odunewu; former Minister of Information
and Culture, Tony Momoh; broadcaster turned king, Igwe Alex Nwokedi;
Vanguard publisher, Sam Amuka; former Chief Press Secretary to Ibrahim
Babangida, Duro Onabule; veteran journalist, Jibade Fasina-Thomas and
deputy Managing Director, Sun Newspapers, Femi Adesina – were among
those who came to felicitate with the former Editor of ‘Daily Express’.
Writers Odia Ofeimun and Kunle Ajibade, sports journalist, Mitchell
Obi, the Olowu of Owu kingdom, Oba Adegboyega Dosunmu and actor Femi
Robinson, were among others at the occasion.

Playwright, Ben
Tomoloju highlighted some of Aderinokun’s qualities, including his
altruism, friendliness and contributions to sports in a toast before
the anchors, Adesuwa Onyenokwe and Ropo Ewenla, took control of
proceedings. Tomoloju ended his toast with a song ‘Oro Agba’, extolling
the wisdom in the words of elders.

Chair of the
occasion and executive president, African Business Roundtable, Bamanga
Tukur, explained that he didn’t come with a prepared speech because
“this is a family gathering.” He recalled that he had known Aderinokun,
former president of Nigeria’s Volleyball and Wrestling Federations for
about 40 years. “From close friends, we have become brothers. We have
been together always,” stated the politician and businessman.

The former Governor
of defunct Gongola State also recalled Aderinokun’s role in the
election that brought him into power in 1983. He said he was surprised
when he saw the former board member of the Athletics Federation of
Nigeria and the Nigeria Olympic Committee on his campaign trail, in the
difficult terrain of Adamawa which was unlike Lagos State where the
celebrant resided. Tukur ended his remarks on an appreciative note with
“Thanks, Eddie, for staying the course.” He later presented a cheque of
N70, 000 representing each of his years to Aderinokun.

Segun Adefila’s
Crown Troupe of Africa provided light entertainment by performing some
poems from ‘Ode to Artist Without Compare’ and ‘Thirty Thoughts in
Thirty Cities’. The troupe, as usual, was a delight to watch as they
gave life to some of Aderinokun’s reflective poems on the omniscient
nature of God, conscience and conflicts and insurrections in Africa.

In a short speech at the occasion, publisher of ‘Ovation’ Magazine
and one of the book presenters, Dele Momodu, blamed the military for
destroying poetry in Nigeria. “It’s a shame that we have had leaders
who didn’t appreciate poetry,” the journalist now aspiring to the
nation’s presidency declared. He, however, noted that the military’s
non-appreciation of poetry is not their fault. “They didn’t have what
we had at Ile Ife,” he said, while reciting part of Wole Soyinka’s
‘Abiku’ Others who paid tributes to the celebrant before the event
ended include Bayo Odulana, a member of the House of Representatives
who described Aderinokun as “a piece of artwork. You look at him; he
looks like a sculpture piece. I painted him in oil, pastel and pencil
when he was launching his first book.” Renowned music producer, Laolu
Akintobi, also disclosed the poet’s impact on him. He revealed that
Aderinokun renamed him Laolu Akins in 1967 and thanked him “for those
wonderful times.”

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EMAIL FROM AMERICA: Fiction Faction: How to appreciate art

EMAIL FROM AMERICA: Fiction Faction: How to appreciate art

I miss my townsman and friend Victor Ehikhamenor. He left me
here in America and is in Nigeria enjoying life with armed robbers. Well, he
seems to be enjoying himself, judging from his wonderful stories. I am so
envious of him. Unlike here in America where nothing ever happens to you as
long as you pay the thieves who own your house and your life, there is always
delicious drama in Victor’s life.

The other day he was “arrested” by some polite armed robbers
who needed his iPhone, Blackberry, Canon SLR camera, two laptops and his brand
new iPad, Serena. Serena? Please do not ask me why a young man is naming inanimate
objects after animated beauties! There is lunacy in this life, Olorun ma je!

The armed robbers have not returned any of the toys, er tools,
that they borrowed from Victor. Not to worry, he has since replaced all of the
gadgets (in case the armed robbers are listening). He wrote to America and you
know white folks, they love to rescue poor African artists from the hell that
is Africa.

First they sent him a round-trip first class air ticket to come
back to America to narrate his wondrous breath-taking tale of being robbed by
mean, big, black armed robbers dressed in raffia skirts and carrying spears and
juju amulets. After each “reading” he was presented with an iPad, iPod, Sony
Vaio laptop and somebody’s wife. In case the armed robbers are reading my column,
there were ten readings. So Victor is now richer than he ever was before he was
robbed. He may be seen at the Mainland Bridge begging to be robbed again. I
think he wants to visit America again. He will travel first class.

Victor is a visual artist, besides being a spinner of fabulous
stories that white women love (“Oh Victor, he is so smart! O Victor, he is so
cute!”). He paints a lot of things. He makes bold strokes flash angrily along
dark moody canvasses, red here, blue there, many things that are beyond my
understanding. Life is a mystery, how these things come to one person and they
never come to me. It must be a kind of lunacy, in which case I am extremely
sane.

I can’t draw to save my life. Victor knows that I am art
illiterate and like many Nigerians who wallow gleefully in the misery of their
fellow Nigerians, he would always invite me to his studio here in America just
so he can watch me make a fool of myself. He has open houses, eclectic affairs
where he displays all his art “pieces” (that is what they call them, in case
you are privileged to see inside a studio).

Rich people who cannot draw if their lives depended on it, but
who “appreciate” art, come to the studio, usually by invitation only, and they
ooooh and aaaah the art pieces. They say really intelligent things about art
over wine and cheese and then they never fail to leave without buying a piece.
The pieces are usually expensive, say, $3,000 each.

Hell, I will not pay N3,000 Naira for a piece of art. My father
will personally murder me if he finds out I am that financially irresponsible.
Marry a second wife with the money, he would bark at me over the phone. My wife
doesn’t like that piece of advice.

The only reason I go to Victor’s studios is that he always has great cheeses
and wine and wonderful, super-smart intellectual ladies who happen to be
pretty. The Chilean Malbec that Victor thoughtfully provides helps the tongue
along. With Victor you never know what is art or nonsense in his studio. You
just keep talking while holding your wine glass and hope that no one notices
that you are a babbling idiot.

This one day, there was this fine intellectual goddess posing by abstract
art in the shape of a sweaty cheap-ass shirt hanging on the wall. She, this art
goddess smiled at me as I approached the art piece and I just knew she wanted
me badly. This would be easy. I had watched a documentary the night before on
how to comment on great art. I was prepared. You would have been proud of me. I
started singing, thusly: “Nice period piece. The abstract notion of a shirt
emptied of a physical disembodiment is haunting! The cubist angularity of its
hanging speaks volumes for the angst and alienation that exiles feel in
Babylon!” She kept grinning at me like you would an idiot showing off his ignorance.

I was beginning to think that this
one was a fellow idiot, only prettier. Suddenly, Victor came out, and
exclaimed, “Ah, Old man (That would be me! Victor is so rude!) I see you have
met Serena! Serena, thank you for watching my shirt for me!” And he took down
my art and proceeded to wear it. I slunk out of the house. I have not been back
to Victor’s studio.

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Lagos views Mangrove Art

Lagos views Mangrove Art

A trio of young artists, Perrin Oglafa, Johnson Uwadinma and
Michael Kpodoh, based in Port Harcourt in the Niger Delta under the umbrella of
Mangrove Artists, held a one-week art exhibition with the theme ‘Views: Tales
of the Mangrove Artists’, at Mydrim Gallery, Ikoyi, Lagos, from the July 16 to
24.

E.J Alagoa, Emeritus Professor of History and mentor to the
trio, observed in the exhibition catalogue, “The Mangrove forest might look
monotonous to the casual uninitiated observer, but hides a surprising array of
colours and life within its foliage and undergrowth. So are the Mangrove
Artists, displaying a surprising variety of talent, from the background of the
Niger Delta environment out of which they have sprung, and in which they have
worked.”

Formed on March 15, 2009 in Port Harcourt, the friends, who have
been exhibiting together for over seven years, are all executives of the
Rivers/Bayelsa chapter of the Society of Nigerian Artists (SNA).

The mangrove tree

Collectively and in turn they pay tribute to the qualities of
the mangrove tree. “It is a tree known for its resilience,” Oglafa points out,
“so it represents a collection of our strength and, since it grows within the
creeks in the Niger Delta where we live and practise art, we have chosen it as
our symbol.”

Uwadinma highlights another characteristic: “It has strong
commercial value, and since art has always been something of great value to
society we can now begin to associate with that characteristic of the
mangrove.” “We also relate to how the mangrove seed floats down to other
regions; in that we are not restricted to our terrain. So we want to spread our
art to the world and the mangroves’ colourful leaves shows in the different
approach in our works,” Kpodoh concludes.

It was a big group exhibition, with each artist contributing 10
large works and 15 miniatures. Oglafa’s big works were mostly in acrylic and
oil on canvas while his miniatures were gouache. He describes his concept and
style as “basically abstract and that appeals to me so much.”

Egbelegbe Dance Predictably, Kpodoh’s main themes centre on
culture, environment and life in the Niger Delta. ‘Egbelegbele Dance’ is one of
the cultural gems of Bayelsa State; a dance of maidens in their pre and early
teens. “I have interpreted the rhythm and motion of these young girls in my own
way, using a bit of pointillism and incorporating a raffia-like style.

In ‘Wasted Wealth’ I depict oil spillage and pollution over time
in the Niger Delta to show that most of the resources are wasted and cause a
lot of ecological problems for the people. And in ‘Hope for Tomorrow’ (a
multi-coloured close-up of a face with a fish skeleton depicting one of the eyes)
it is a symbol that in the face of various threats to life, hunger,
environmental crisis and degradation, people are still living.”

His miniatures are licensed in the United Kingdom by the
Bridgeman Arts Library and one of them has been chosen by a top U.K publisher
as the book cover for a new edition of ‘King Solomon’s Mines’.

Michael Kpodoh describes himself as an experimental artist
“working in all art mediums: charcoal, pastel, pen and ink, oil and acrylic.”
His main theme is water pollution; with a teasing example of a huge charcoal on
canvas filled with scaleless fish.

In his bid not to limit himself he “uses different materials so
I’m not tied to a particular style.” ‘Who’s behind the Mask’, is a work of
current social commentary. “When Ijaw youths started using masks people called
them militants,” he explains, “but I believe that it is the politicians who are
putting on masks on the Niger Delta issue.” ‘Native Pot’ – a pen and ink work
on culinary culture, uses motifs and symbols; crocodile for the strength of the
Ijaw and fish for their principal occupation.

Michael Nwadinma is driven by issues. “I try to look at issues
that concern humanity and find ways to interpret them.” One such poignant work;
acrylic on canvas, is Acid Rain; a visual commentary on the national scare
after a prediction that there was going to be acid rain. “There was panic among
the citizens. Some people said it was a myth but it is real in the Niger
Delta,” Uwadinma justifies his painting.

In ‘Innocence’, a remarkable work of realism, which he argues “is not
influenced by photography,” depicts an ‘alien’/non-indigene woman whom he
“views as innocent of the agitations and pollution of the Niger Delta space.”
‘Full Moon’ is rich in symbols and themes. “It depicts an attainment of
success, richness and wealth; the fullness of it, and because we are talking
about the Niger Delta there is a whole lot of riches and wealth found there. So
it is a colourful canvas rich with symbols of people there!”

Like most young artists their ambitions are about the big hope that their
exposure in Lagos will be a springboard to greater heights. The stark reality
is that there isn’t an appreciative and big enough middle class in the Niger
Delta to patronise them. “Its mostly expatriates who patronise my work,” Kpodoh
admits, adding that, “Art is my calling and I believe that my art will go
beyond this level.”

For Uwadinma the Lagos exhibition was a big learning process. “I see myself
going beyond my imagination and I hope to become a big name in the art scene,
in the world!” President of Mangrove Artists, Perrin Oglafa, credits the idea
of forming the group to an exhibition they held at the 2009 History Concourse
in Port Harcourt. “We hope to raise the awareness of the Arts in Rivers and
Bayelsa States, by having annual exhibitions, and our coming out to Lagos is to
promote Art from the Niger Delta to a wider audience.”

Unaware of the opinions and
sentiments these three artists had earlier expressed, Dr. Frank Ugiomoh,
sculptor, art historian, critic and lecturer Department of Fine Art and Design,
University of Port Harcourt; who wrote the introduction of the exhibition
catalogue; described them as “emerging global artists” at the opening ceremony.
Chair of the occasion, Yemisi Shyllon, an avid collector and great patron of
the arts knowingly observed that the exhibition had “very beautiful art works”
with the apt rider that “It is a Jonathan effect!”

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STUDIO VISIT: Dotun Alabi

STUDIO VISIT: Dotun Alabi

Why Art?

I attended a seminar once and the presenter, Mike Murdock, said
that in life you will be best known for what you love doing and not what you
have to do. One of the things I love doing is art.

Training

I finished from Yaba College of Technology in 1997 with a
diploma and since then, I had practised as a full-time artist, until I got a
job as a lecturer at the Federal College of Education, Akoka, Lagos, where I
lecture in Art.

Medium

I use a wide variety of media, but my favourite is oil on canvas
and pastels. I also enjoy drawing.

Influences

When I started, one of my major influences was Michelangelo and
Leonardo. As I began to grow, I did my industrial attachment with Abraham
Uyovbisere, who was a major influence. Gradually, I began to carve out my
niche. I enjoy the philosophies of Eugene Delacroix and the French poet,
Charles Baudelaire. I enjoy their philosophies about life.

Inspirations

Some of my inspirations come from personal experiences I have
encountered and the desire to put them on canvas [for the viewer]. Inspiration
also comes from nature. I have done a lot of projects in places like the Apapa
Port and Ekiti Hills. I find inspiration in almost everything. If you have a
third eye you will be inspired one way or the other.

Best work so far

I have not created a best work yet. I have done a series of
projects and one of the ones I enjoy most is my ‘Ado Ekiti’ painting. I also
did a mural for MTN and during my solo exhibition, I did an assemblage which is
the map of Nigeria. The best is yet to come, but these are the landmarks in my
career that I appreciate.

Least satisfying work

I have learnt from the experiences of old masters that if I made
a painting that I am unsatisfied with, after a while I create a new painting on
top of the bad one.

So, the underlined painting forms some kind of texture, which
helps the new painting. So, I don’t have a least satisfying one; under every
painting, there is probably another one.

Favourite artist, living
or dead

Michelangelo was a great man. When you look at his works you see
how he has imprinted himself in the hearts of people, bringing a deep sense of
emotional feelings, especially in the work of ‘Adam receiving life from God’,
and the way he has been able to even recreate God showing Him from His
backside.

There are so many great things about the man. His legacy is
untouched by any living artist in terms of what he has been able to do.

Career high point

I have not reached there yet.

Ambitions

To be the best that I can be, which means I’m to look into
myself and search out the areas yet to be explored. It is a continuous process;
it’s a journey, and the desire to suddenly turn left requires a great deal of
courage.

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Filmmakers weigh up taxation options

Filmmakers weigh up taxation options

The first stakeholders’ forum on tax incentives for Nigeria’s
motion picture industry was held at the Nigerian Film Corporation (NFC) annexe,
National Theatre, Lagos on July 15.

The meeting, jointly organised by the NFC and Federal Inland
Revenue Services (FIRS), was to enable interested parties to make input into
the draft proposal before it is forwarded to government. Filmmakers,
independent TV producers, heads of associations and guilds, representatives of
the National Film and Video Censors Board (NFCVB) and Federal Inland Revenue
Service, were among those at the meeting.

Tax is imperative

Opening the meeting, the managing director of the NFC, Afolabi
Adesanya, noted that the era of art patrons and marketers doling out money to
filmmakers is gone, hence filmmakers have to explore other means of funding
their productions.

He disclosed that the process of drawing up the tax incentives
started last year when a committee comprising the NFC and FIRS was inaugurated.
The team, he said, was tasked with recommending incentives that will integrate
film into the general economic development of the country.

Adesanya added that though the Nigerian film industry has not
done badly in the last decade, “it is yet to realise its potentials as creative
art and industry. Most policy makers still view film as mere entertainment,
thereby underplaying its potential to contribute to our Gross Domestic Product
(GDP) and national revenue base.”

He reiterated that the tax incentives, “will create a more
vibrant film industry, generate more employment, raise the level of Foreign
Direct Investment (FDI) into the sector, generate more revenue and income,
boost the pool of funds available for the development of the film industry
outside government treasury, and finally, promote socio-cultural development.”

Adesanya explained that stakeholders were invited to complement
the work of the committee because an all inclusive approach was needed.

Tex Benibo, executive director, operations, of the NFC,
presented some of the proposed incentives to the gathering before Adesoji
Omoyele of the FIRS went into the fine details. The official explained that the
ministry of finance considers some facts before giving tax incentives.
Government, he said, considers the legal basis of the tax relief; ascertains if
it is in tandem with the national tax policy; if it has precedence and conforms
to global best practices. He disclosed that though government wants to
streamline its tax incentives, “this can be pursued.”

No, it is not

The interaction that followed Omoyele’s presentation was
spirited, as some of the filmmakers saw nothing beneficial in the proposed
reliefs. “Is this tax incentive for us or the Federal Inland Revenue Services?
This is an industry that is comatose; a number of people haven’t worked in a
year or two. There are some instruments that are supposed to be here but are
not. I’m aware that NFC is working on the MOPICCON Bill [Movie Practitioners
Council of Nigeria], film fund, and film village, nothing has happened. Some of
us are beginning to think the chaos benefits government agencies. How are we
going to get this through? Because the NFC and FIRS are involved? Certain
structures are needed. We can’t move forward without an industry that is not
regulated. What we are doing right now, I don’t think it’s what is needed,”
stated Mahmood Ali Balogun.

Bond Emeruwa toed Balogun’s path. “How do you even determine
who is a filmmaker and who to tax?” he asked. He added that lack of unity among
filmmakers is responsible for the stunted growth of the sector.

For our future

Responding, Adesanya explained that the NFC is committed to the
success of the film policy, film fund, MOPICCON bill, and all other proposals
to aid the growth of the film industry. He added that work has been slow on the
bills because of the high turnover of ministers of information since 2005.

The former photojournalist/ reporter with ‘The Guardian’ stated
that the NFC has to start from scratch whenever a new minister is appointed,
and that all the bills were resubmitted to the minister of state for
information some weeks ago. “We remain committed to these bills. Go and make
private enquiries into the state of these bills,” the former general manager of
West African Motion Picture Company said.

He also responded to actor Segun Arinze’s question on what the
NFC is doing under the ministry of information, instead of culture. “That is
one of the dynamics of our society. The law establishing NFC is domiciled in
the ministry of information,” he replied. The NFC boss also tried to assure his
colleagues with, “We shouldn’t get discouraged. If you live in a dirty
environment, you will get malaria. You have to clear your environment first.
This exercise is for our future.”

Adesanya’s assurances, however, were not enough for
Ali-Balogun, who still asked, “What will stop this from going the way of
others? The success of this one is dependent on the other bills.”

“You must register your company if you want to benefit from
this. You need to have a corporate identity. You need to play your own vital
role to benefit from whatever incentives government gives,” Adesanya
reiterated.

Contributing to the discussion, cinematographer Isa Abubakar
expressed concern over the rebate on import duties on production equipment. He
noted that taxing such equipment does not make sense because lack of equipment
is responsible for the poor productions common in Nigeria.

Chris Friend of Video Lounge Nigeria supports paying tax but
wants the FIRS to justify why filmmakers should do so. “You must give us
something back if you want us to pay tax,” he said, adding that importation of
equipment shouldn’t attract any tax.

The stakeholders forum continues in Enugu and Kano.

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Batik reigns, as Sangodare Ajala wins art competition

Batik reigns, as Sangodare Ajala wins art competition

Osogbo artist and
adopted son of the late Susanne Wenger, Sangodare Ajala, is the winner
of this year’s National Art Competition. The batik artist won the
coveted first prize for his monumental piece, ‘The Fire of Nigeria
Burns Still’. Ajala, who received a cash prize of N1.5 million, becomes
the third winner in the annual award.

Jointly organised
by African Artists’ Foundation (AAF) and Nigerian Breweries (NB) Plc,
this year’s edition, with the theme, ‘Chronicles of a Great Nation at
50′ commemorated Nigeria’s independence anniversary. The results of the
competition, for which there had been 30 contenders, were announced at
the Civic Centre, Victoria Island, Lagos, on July 21.

Another visual
artist, Stanley Dudu, placed second with his piece, titled, ‘New Dawn
at Fifty’, and won N1 million. Sculptor, Odogu Fidelis, was third
placed winner with his metal cast piece, ‘One People’; he took home a
N500,000 cheque.

The well attended
event was opened with an exhibition featuring all 30 shortlisted
entries; and one might say that, for a competition which aimed to
target “budding and emerging talent”, it went beyond it’s mark
somewhat.

Featured among the
exhibited works was a photography piece taken from a body of work
titled, ‘Hell From Heaven’ by Akintunde Akinleye. It had previously won
Akintunde recognition, as the only Nigerian to win the prestigious
World Press Photo Award. Also among shortlisted entries were the works
of Adolphus Opara, Jude Anogwih, and Lucy Azubuike, among others.

Following the
exhibition, Paul Hamers, the managing director of NB Plc, reiterated
the rationale and the achievements of the competition, noting that this
year’s edition, themed “to align with the 50th anniversary of our dear
nation, attracted far more participation by artists than previous
editions.”

Speaking further,
Hamers said his company’s sponsorship of the competition “remains part
of a broad initiative to support the promotion of arts as well as the
development of talents in various fields of endeavour.”

The director of
AAF, Azu Nwagbogu, said that the 2010 edition of the competition
recorded more than 300 entries. He said a jury comprising arts critics,
curators, and artists, shortlisted 50 entries, out of which the 30
finalists were selected. “We are encouraged by increased local interest
in the ever-increasing medium of creative expression and have observed
a significant rise in the standard of artworks submitted,” he remarked.

2010 MOBO award
winning singer, Nneka, thrilled the teeming audience to a musical
performance during a cocktail break before the announcement of winners.
Once the results were known, the night belonged to Sangodare Ajala, an
artist and religious traditionalist, often a fixture at the annual Osun
festival in Osogbo. The artist acknowledged the impact of the late
Wenger, also known as Adunni Olorisa, on his work, saying, “It was Mama
Susanne Wenger who insisted that we must have formal education,
particularly in the study of contemporary arts; and we are grateful
that we are reaping the good fruits.”

Ajala said his winning entry, the largest in the competition, “centres on oral tradition and myth of the Osogbo people.”

All the shortlisted artists were presented a certificate of
participation in the competition, while the three winners were
presented their cash prizes by Hamers and Nwagbogu.

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Safe as stews

Safe as stews

If
I were asked to describe the typical Nigerian palate in one word, I
would say reserved. And if I were asked to elaborate, I would say our
palates in general enjoy foods that generate feelings of comfort and
stomach fullness and familiarity, especially the safe stodgy goodwill
of starches and lubricating grease.

Very much unlike
the exploratory constantly searching out new, quirky, exciting
sensations palate, it is a lot like that hypothesis on married men and
their wives, where men are men and their wives are bowls of Kellogg’s
Cornflakes. It proposes that some men like to eat Kellogg’s every
morning, rain or sunshine, all the days of their lives, while most men
choose to eat Kellogg’s Cornflakes only about once or twice or so every
six months and sometimes do so reluctantly or because they have no
option.

This theory
fundamentally offends me since I am a married woman. Accordingly, a
bowl of cornflakes, may be useful for pointing out the contrast between
the ability or willingness to enjoy sameness, familiarity and further,
refine and extol it as does the typical Nigerian palate; and the need
for variety and constant experimentation as a premise for enjoying ones
food as is commonplace in other food cultures.

I once hired a man
called Muri Fini to take care of my garden. He had lived his whole life
on Lagos Island and every day eaten his soft white bread accompanied
with milky tea in the morning, bowl of rice and peppery stew in the
afternoon and eba and efo riro or amala and ewedu at night.

The highlights of
his meals were as much meat as he could afford, and if there was
variety, it was present in the anatomy of the cow. If one had the
ability to eat generous portions of tripe, knotted intestines, cowhide,
cow leg, oxtail, lungs and liver then one was eating like a king.

Needless to say, he
was very set in his eating habits even though he was only in his early
twenties. He was not worried about vague distant ideas like the
requirement that one should eat balanced meals. Experimentation was of
course completely out of his radar.

My mother-in-law
had come to stay and she is of the staunch unwavering belief that one
must offer everyone who enters ones house a proper meal. She offered
Muri some food. Muri agreed with visible excitement. What was he
expecting? Probably a bowl of rice and stew.

She handed him some gari and Afia Efere; White soup.

He took the food
from her, thanked her, and my mother in law and I went upstairs only to
come down a few minutes later and discover that Muri had left the food
on the table and literally absconded.

My poor
mother-in-law was offended and taken aback and confused at this sort of
peculiar behavior. Why had he not just declined the offer of food?

Because he did want
to eat, I said, but not what he was given. And what he was given was so
completely removed from anything he had eaten in his life that instead
of inspiring hunger or curiosity, it inspired fear and probably
revulsion.

If the reader looks
through the eyes of Muri’s classic superstitious “Isale Eko” Yoruba,
upbringing and twenty odd years of eating red stews; into the alien
yam-thickened off-white countenance of Afia Efere, he just might be
able to empathise.

Muri knew he would
be coming in to work in a couple of days, so, leaving the food and
running away was not really the most rational way of dealing with a
bowl of unwanted food.

When I demanded an
explanation for his behavior a few days later, he just shuffled his
feet and mumbled something about never having seen that sort of
something or the other before. He was so embarrassed, that it would
have been cruel to continue to probe.

Though Muri’s case
is comical, I have also heard of the tragic fifty year old Nigerian
woman with crippling arthritis, eating stew every day even though she
has been given medical advice that tomatoes and peppers which are in
the nightshade family sometimes cause or aggravate inflammation. She
might get substantial relief from pain, if she does not eat her daily
stews.

Any Nigerian,
whatever their age might have that same initial suspension of belief;
how is it possible to be a Nigerian and not eat stew? Not eat hot
steaming peppery red jollof rice? Or ofada? Or goat meat stew? Then
what is the use of living! Stew after all is our established safety net
for hunger. Stew with everything.

I have had people
write to tell me how unimaginably alien they find the idea of cooking a
stew with coconut milk, or fish sauce. It makes sense because a
Nigerian stew needs to accompany everything from gari, semovita to
beans, and coconut milk stew for example, is a mighty leap for the
Nigerian imagination or palate, but I wonder about Yorubas running from
Efik soups and the unfamiliarity that we smugly hold up as a defense
when confronted with food from different parts of our very own country.

I wonder that we
are not dying of curiosity about Tiv cuisine and uncommon hot peppers
that grow in remote areas of Yenogoa. Or why our “national cuisine” is
in reality so restricted. I wonder if the typical Nigerian had to
choose between not eating stew and death, if he would really choose the
latter.

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Misplaced rage against foreign education

Misplaced rage against foreign education

Last
week, the Ondo State governor and arguably one of the more dynamic
state executives in the country, Olusegun Mimiko fired a number of
broadsides against the enduring yearning of Nigerians for foreign
education. Basically, the state governor was scandalised by the huge
transfer of naira to mostly western countries by Nigerian parents,
government and private organisations seeking to educate Nigerian
youngsters in foreign climes. More specifically, Mr. Mimiko said this
huge sum of money is enough to turn around the parlous state of
tertiary education in the country. He may well be right. It is not for
nothing that one of the booming areas of foreign interest in Nigeria
these days is in education: possibly at least three foreign -sponsored
education fairs probably take place in the country every other month to
expose

Nigerian students to admission processes for western universities and
others on different continents. It is also a particular bogey of
education activists that government officials remain wedded to the
ambition of training their children abroad. Every little official in
the local, state or federal establishment wants his or her children
educated in fancy – and not so fancy schools abroad. It is often
muttered about that this fondness for foreign education is one reason
why government officials do not really care about providing public
schools with the required resources to make them attain their past
standards, not to mention meeting up with modern demands. An extension
of this is the suspicion that a large part of the funds that should
have been invested in the schools is actually stolen.

There are no statistics on the number of Nigerians enjoying the benefit
of foreign education. But the figures should be in the hundreds of
thousands. A large number of them are in the west, but there are
substantial numbers in Asia, the Middle East, North Africa and,
increasingly west and south Africa. The reason why Nigerians travel
abroad to get educated can be found in the wide variety of courses they
pursue. The genuine pain of Nigerian education activists and now Mr.
Mimiko notwithstanding, it is hardly possible or desirable to seek to
stop Nigerians from educating their children anyway they can – and to
the best of their ability.

There is one
reason why many parents also increasingly prefer to send their children
to private elementary and secondary schools namely the quality of
education on offer in Nigeria right now leaves much to be desired.
Under funded and mismanaged, public schools in Nigeria are overwhelmed
by the large number of students they have to train. As for tertiary
institutions, the problem is capacity.

According to
Registrar of the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB), over
300,000 students who passed in the recent Universities Matriculation
Examination (UME) will not be able to gain admission to a university
due to lack of space for them in any of the nation’s private and public
universities.

This is a yearly
ritual and is not likely change until more universities are built to
accommodate this growing number of youngsters. Then there is the
uncertainty over the school calendar. A recent NEXT report stated that
the business of foreign education recruiters boomed during the last
strike action by university lecturers. Students only know when they are
admitted. Frequent strikes make it almost impossible for them to
calculate when they will leave the university as a five-year course may
well take six or more years.

Then there is the
very real fear that Nigerian companies have a soft spot for applicants
bearing foreign-awarded degrees. There has been a lot of talk about the
fact that Nigerian graduates are virtually unemployable – and there may
well be reasons to back this up. But the likelihood of getting better
reception from prospective employers is a mighty spur to a young
person’s desire to study abroad.

The upshot of all this is that the rush for foreign degrees is a
symptom of a much larger social malaise and cannot be treated in
isolation. Putting more money in public schools and retraining our
educators would be a good way to start the process of rebuilding trust
in our education system.

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Time tough

Time tough

It was one of those days when life unexpectedly slaps you in the face.

Two mothers with
four young schoolgirls walked into a museum in an east coast USA town
on Martin Luther King Day in 2003 and I immediately recognised the
guide in his uniform jacket. He was paunchier, and balder and his face
had aged considerably. When I first knew him he was a reporter at a
news organisation full of vim, hard working and articulate, rearing to
go.

We met on
assignment in the late seventies covering the Ecowas conference holding
that year in the Ghanaian capital, Accra. I was then working at the
Daily Times, the only female reporter in a group of 15 or so
journalists on a trip that took us to Cape Verde, Ghana and Senegal and
was bookmarked in my mind by the overthrow of General Fred Akuffo that
followed soon after our departure and led to the rescheduling of our
return route to Lagos. Bros Sege was running things then.

This was my first
foreign reporting assignment, when I came to understand the “man body
no be wood” category of travelling expenses that all male reporters and
the male editors to whom they had to account, were so familiar with.

I have to say the majority of my male colleagues, this gentleman especially, were respectful and as helpful as they could be.

By the time I left
Nigeria in 1989, this man had risen to the top position at the
organisation he worked for and moved on. I think he had even done some
stints as press secretary to some governor or other.

But evidently, from
meeting him again that day at the museum he had come down on different
times living in the States. He told me he was working two jobs,
guide/guard at the museum and cashier at a big retail chain in a
neighbouring town. He had got the current job courtesy of a former
colleague, his superior at the news organisation in Nigeria, a former
university professor who also worked at the museum. They had kept in
touch through good times and bad and had maintained a network, helping
each other out.

It was one of those
encounters where everything is left unsaid and the only question just
stands there like a giant elephant in the room everyone is trying to
ignore.

Yes he was keeping body and soul together and his grown children were probably working their way through college or high school,

helping their
parents with the bills, as mother held down a similar job to Dad’s. It
would be a life lived from paycheck to paycheck, no extras. Money for
air tickets home would have to come from carefully hoarded overtime
pay, as would any other treats, and remittances to help family back in
Naija.

One wonders
sometimes whether people at home understand how hard life can be in
those greener pastures across the seas. Yes there are rewards but they
do not come easily. In the absence of kinsmen and women close to the
seats of power, or extended family members who have made it
financially, in the lands of opportunity abroad one has to make one’s
luck with hard work and the requisite qualifications. What you thank
your stars for is having reached a place where you have the opportunity
to go as far as you want.

That aside, there
is no one to call on when that message from home asking you to pay your
levy for Uncle D’s funeral comes. If you take the time off to make the
trip, you lose the pay. Finding the extra to make up your donation has
to be calculated in overtime, or the extra job on the side that you
hustled to find.

This then is the
source of the anger that sometimes follows the discovery that all the
hard work that could have offset your study loan went on some bundles
of aso ebi.

Today things
promise to get even tougher as poverty becomes the great leveler and
financial strength replaces those other arbiters of rank and status
such as age, learning, experience, even love. If a younger brother or
sister has more means they become the elders everyone turns to. Uncles
and aunts whose voices used to be strident sometimes don’t ring out so
loud when the family is gathered and decisions are to be made,
especially those that involve putting down money. The favorite son or
daughter, niece or nephew is not always the one who loves most but the
one who gives most compared to others and not in proportion to how much
they have either.

But the deep end of this is even worse. Some day, when hopefully we
will have climbed out of the quagmire into which we are sinking,
someone will offer up for symposium discussion their proposed
dissertation subject on the slippery slope that links the descent from
419 to technology-free kidnapping.

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