Guns at a Wedding

…continued from Wedding Part One

Skip to the reception. L had to admit, the setup was beautiful; two large white canopies sprawling on a grassy field. The chairs and tables inside them were draped in purple and orange linen, the same material criss-crossed the ceiling in gently tumbling fashion. After sitting in the canopy and listening to the band there for a while, L was bored. He decided to scout his surroundings just to get a feel of the place. The field was actually a small one, it was square shaped and about 500ft was left of each side of the canopy, the grass wasn’t so green. The ground was uneven, in some parts L felt like he was skipping rather than walking. Continue reading “Guns at a Wedding”

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On The Newer Nigerian Movies

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”

Wedding Part One

The woman shuffled to the left, she shuffled to the right and then to the left again. A neighbour tapped her, they conversed, then she finally decided to let her handbag slip off her wrist and she entered the isle on her right. The neighbour was the last person sitting on that end of the bench. L threw back his head. He wondered on how they make you yearn and yearn for the end of such long services. Suddenly, he noticed that the benches on his left were emptying. “Wow we’re finally leaving” he thought. He imagined that the bride and groom were ahead, leading the way out. Then the benches in front of him began to fill up again, strangely, the people began to reappear. Continue reading “Wedding Part One”