Lately I’ve been thinking about how things left by themselves just get worse on their own accord, they rarely get better. Leave a house on its own for some years and you’ll come back to see weeds growing through its walls and its roof, the building leaning over and about to collapse. You won’t see a shining, stately structure awaiting your arrival, no. If you leave a nation and its peoples without any supervision or control, just watch out, things will get worse. People will start dumping refuse in the streets, robbing one another and taking advantage of one another. Treating justice as a luxury they can all afford to ignore. (See this article on a real life scenario in a city where the police went on strike!). Why do people, and the things we create, tend to destruction? For us it takes work to make things improve, but when left on their own they die. Why? Why is it not the other way round? If the universe formed of its own accord, wouldn’t it have been better for the sustenance of the species it created if things were different? Why do we self-destruct?
But we see glimpses of life around us. The cheetah runs across the burning plain and captures her prey. Continue reading “Yearning for Life”
Fiiiinally here’s the much talked about post! I had planned to share something else today, but then I went back to read from my archives and once more, this piece pulled me into loving it. So here goes:
How can God be insignificant, how can His words be insignificant, when we, inexplicably, are persistently drawn to worship something? Why are people, even those who are separated by distance and culture, all drawn to worship something? Continue reading “From the Unknown Regions”
This is the only wedding picture I have on my phone. I was looking at it today and wondering why I like it, why I kept it. At first I thought it’s because I saw a yearning in the woman’s eyes, like she really enjoys the man and; from a deep, true place, she wants to be with him. Then I realized that it’s more because she looks stately. She looks like a woman who can take care of herself, yet she chooses to be with him. I want to be chosen, desired. Not sometching that is sought for because in a fundamental way, it is thought to be needed. Something that has to be had anyway.
One reason people fear the feminist movement Continue reading “The One Wedding Picture On My Phone”
Once I saw a little bird
Flying up up up
Then I said
Will you stop stop stop…
As a child I’d sing that song with all my heart, making gestures at the bird with my fingers while I let my imaginations roam. For some reason, I really really thought I could be that bird… haha, I just assumed there was some sort of glitch preventing me from being the bird at that moment. Assumed? A child had no time for such tedious thought, no patience for such conclusions. I quickly found something to be distracted by – like sand for example. I busied myself with the intense work of making and smashing sand castles. There was enormous time on my hands – and lots of sand! Why waste my time with birds? A mere ant crawling through the dirt was enough to capture my attention. I would crouch and watch its path, and examine their ‘houses’. I dreamt of looking in and seeing what it’s like. You know that cartoon about the boy who was turned ant-sized by a bunch of vengeful ants? Ant Bully. You know children actually believe that? They want to be the boy! I wanted to. I faithfully held on to the belief that I could be abducted by ants if I was in the right place, if I lived among the right people – and it would be a fun adventure!
But I wasn’t the right people. Continue reading “What Does a Five Year Old Think of TV?”
It affects the Nigerian film industry, the fact that our culture didn’t have enough time to grow and blend organically, into one that can fluidly navigate the new global environment. We didn’t have the time to make sense of this task of interacting with a global audience and maintaining an image to a global audience. Thrust into the media, we hit the western culture, which dominated television, head on. From there we got suggestions – subtle, but ubiquitous – on the new ‘cool’ way to behave. We tried to acclimatize to a new spotlight, this new experience of being seen and watched by so many different societies. For the first time our way of life could be picked apart, applauded or criticized by many different cultures around the world. I don’t think we had the time to notice this change Continue reading “On The Newer Nigerian Movies”