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COLLATERAL BEAUTY

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Ndi kem? My people? Kedu? You know that time between Christmas and New Year where you don’t know what day it is, who you are or what you are meant to be doing??? I keep asking my siblings is today 25th or 26th? 29th or 30th? Sigh.

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Of Favourite Movies And Facebook Friends. 

From the Internet-connected net

He died at the age of 22. I am 22. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and at night, I went to bed with thoughts of Freddie Steinmark on my mind – spent an hour reading everything I could find on him from the Internet.
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SIA : WHY YOU DO ME LIKE THIS?!

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SIA

Oh SIA!

Why you do me this? Why you do me like this? Why you pierce my heart with your songs? Why you sing for me, Sia?
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PEOPLE OF IBADAN

Let’s do this guys! Let’s tell stories! Let’s take pictures…. EVERYONE HAS A STORY!

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PEOPLE OF IBADAN is an initiative inspired by the passion to tell the stories of people in Ibadan through street photography, creative writing and arts. Everyone has a story to tell and a lesson to share, irrespective of age, gender or ethnicity.
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CULTURAL INTEGRATION IN NIGERIAN MUSIC : OLAMIDE, PHYNO AND FLAVOUR!

There are songs you hear and their melodies fill your heart and resonates through your very soul that you wish your body movements could express what your heart feels but most times you can’t and you just end up FLAPPING your arms and moving your head to the beat of the song because YOU CAN’T DANCE. I mean, I CAN’T DANCE.

Call me your average Nigerian JESUS CULTURE GIRL, HILLSONG, NEWSBOYS, CASTING CROWNS lover. I’m sure you’ve already figured out the category of music I’m talking about.
I have never particularly been a lover of Nigerian music, simply because, THEY DO NOT SING.
They simply sexualize females and talk about “BOM-BOM” only. And even the females themselves are nothing to write home about. I’m not going to mention CYNTHIA MORGAN.
They lack ORIGINALITY. Do I need to remind you of BANKY W’s EBUTE META? They try to copy ndi obodoyibo when they don’t even sound like them.

*mscheeew*

But these people came. They came into my life and changed it.

Olamide. Phyno. Flavour.

They changed me forever.

PHYNO

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Phyno. Beast From The East.

I remember the first time I listened to Phyno. I had never heard so much IGBO In RAP MUSIC before.
Nigga Raw did so well, but believe me when I say PHYNO is the BEAST from the EAST. He makes Igbo language sound so beautiful. And for once I don’t want to even understand what he says. I just listen, FLAP MY ARMS and SHAKE MY BODY. His collaborations and features are out of this world.

FLAVOUR

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Flavour. N'abania.

FLAVOUR! Another Igbo brother. He has truly brought his own flavour to the Nigerian music industry. He has won the heart of everyone – Old. Young. Children. The way my mum loves “ADA ADA“, words can’t explain.
No Igbo boy and girl sleeps on FLAVOUR. If you’re planning to get married to an Igbo lady, you have to make her believe that you intend to bring Flavor (even though you know he’s not available). This is my way of saying, FLAVOUR is going to perform live on my wedding day. I will dance to his melodious voice as he sings:

Ada ada (adanwa)
Ada ada (chei asanwa)
Ada ada (hey ada)
Ada n’idi ora nma
Everybody dey wait (dey wait you)
Puta kene na ogbo
Ife di m mma amaka
Better soup na money kill am o
Adanwa ngwa pekem pekem ya
Ada ada (hey adanwa)
Ada ada iyo..ooo 

Did I forget to mention my Ring tone is Keneya by flavour? It means THANKFUL. THANK YOU. THANKSGIVING.

OLAMIDE

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Olamide.

He is to the YORUBAS’ what PHYNO and FLAVOUR are to the Igbos. I had my reservations about him at first. I had no idea what his songs meant and people said they didn’t have meaning. No be me talk am o. But despite the whole dirty talk, Olamide still has a way of telling his story through his music. He can go all emosh to party level in two minutes. He came from literally NOTHING and he has done so well for himself. Olamide has been there even before Phyno. He started the whole cultural consciousness in music. I mean people have composed culturally conscious music, but, Olamide brought it to a whole new level by SPITTING rap in Yoruba, hence, bringing a whole different ball game to the music arena in Nigeria. He does it so well.
I still remember the first time I heard SHAKITI BOBO…The rhythm. The beat. The flow. The language. EPIC. He didn’t stop there. Before I knew it, he released MELO MELO and LAGOS BOYS SNEH. These songs are my JAMS.

These are my favorites – with regards to cultural flow. But since we are still talking about THE ORIGINALS, I would love to mention ASA, TUFACE and even the young KISS DANIEL. I also think STOMREX is doing well for herself. Love the way she features PHYNO AND OLAMIDE. I think these guys are AMAZEBALLS!!! They make me want to become a BETTER IGBO RAPPER.

Lest I forget, can someone help me tell DAVIDO to stop singing about how he came from the streets and all those grass to grace gist? I mean, we all know his story. Just saying.

Anyways, that being said, even if I get married in the year 2060, I must dance to PHYNO, FLAVOUR AND OLAMIDE on my wedding day!

N/B : If you are reading this and you have not listened to Phyno, Olamide, Flavour and Stomrex features of Phyno, please go and listen to them. Buy or download.

Love xoxo

Adriel©2015

WHY CAN’T A SMART WOMAN LOVE FASHION?

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After years of dressing down to make the right impression, novelist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie wises up to a truth that her Nigerian mother has known all along . As a child, I loved watching my mother get dressed for Mass. She folded and twisted and pinned her ichafu until it sat on her head like a large flower. She wrapped her george—heavy beaded cloth, alive with embroidery, always in bright shades of red or purple or pink—around her waist in two layers. The first, the longer piece, hit her ankles, and the second formed an elegant tier just below her knees. Her sequined blouse caught the light and glittered. Her shoes and handbag always matched. Her lips shone with gloss. As she moved, so did the heady scent of Dior Poison. I loved, too, the way she dressed me in pretty little-girl clothes, lace-edged socks pulled up to my calves, my hair arranged in two puffy bunny-tails. My favorite memory is of a sunny Sunday morning, standing in front of her dressing table, my mother clasping her necklace around my neck, a delicate gold wisp with a fish-shape pendant, the mouth of the fish open as though in delighted surprise.

For her work as a university administrator, my mother also wore color: skirt suits, feminine swingy dresses belted at the waist, medium-high heels. She was stylish, but she was not unusual. Other middle-class Igbo women also invested in gold jewelry, in good shoes, in appearance. They searched for the best tailors to make clothes for them and their children. If they were lucky enough to travel abroad, they shopped mostly for clothes and shoes. They spoke of grooming almost in moral terms. The rare woman who did not appear well dressed and well lotioned was frowned upon, as though her appearance were a character failing. “She doesn’t look like a person,” my mother would say. As a teenager, I searched her trunks for crochet tops from the 1970s. I took a pair of her old jeans to a seamstress who turned them into a miniskirt. I once wore my brother’s tie, knotted like a man’s, to a party. For my 17th birthday, I designed a halter maxidress, low in the back, the collar lined with plastic pearls. My tailor, a gentle man sitting in his market stall, looked baffled while I explained it to him. My mother did not always approve of these clothing choices, but what mattered to her was that I made an effort. Ours was a relatively privileged life, but to pay attention to appearance—and to look as though one did—was a trait that cut across class in Nigeria.

When I left home to attend university in America, the insistent casualness of dress alarmed me. I was used to a casualness with care—T-shirts ironed crisp, jeans altered for the best fit—but it seemed that these students had rolled out of bed in their pajamas and come straight to class. Summer shorts were so short they seemed like underwear, and how, I wondered, could people wear rubber flip-flops to school?

Still, I realized quickly that some outfits I might have casually worn on a Nigerian university campus would simply be impossible now. I made slight amendments to accommodate my new American life. A lover of dresses and skirts, I began to wear more jeans. I walked more often in America, so I wore fewer high heels, but always made sure my flats were feminine. I refused to wear sneakers outside a gym. Once, an American friend told me, “You’re overdressed.” In my short-sleeve top, cotton trousers, and high wedge sandals, I did see her point, especially for an undergraduate class. But I was not uncomfortable. I felt like myself.

My writing life changed that. Short stories I had been working on for years were finally receiving nice, handwritten rejection notes. This was progress of sorts. Once, at a workshop, I sat with other unpublished writers, silently nursing our hopes and watching the faculty—published writers who seemed to float in their accomplishment. A fellow aspiring writer said of one faculty member, “Look at that dress and makeup! You can’t take her seriously.” I thought the woman looked attractive, and I admired the grace with which she walked in her heels. But I found myself quickly agreeing. Yes, indeed, one could not take this author of three novels seriously, because she wore a pretty dress and two shades of eye shadow.

On Embracing her Love of Fashion Now
I am now 36 years old. During my most recent book tour, I wore, for the first time, clothes that made me happy. My favorite outfit was a pair of ankara-print shorts, a damask top, and yellow high-heel shoes. Perhaps it is the confidence that comes with being older. Perhaps it is the good fortune of being published and read seriously, but I no longer pretend not to care about clothes. Because I do care. I love embroidery and texture. I love lace and full skirts and cinched waists. I love black, and I love color. I love heels, and I love flats. I love exquisite detailing. I love shorts and long maxidresses and feminine jackets with puffy sleeves. I love colored trousers. I love shopping. I love my two wonderful tailors in Nigeria, who often give me suggestions and with whom I exchange sketches. I admire well-dressed women and often make a point to tell them so. Just because. I dress now thinking of what I like, what I think fits and flatters, what puts me in a good mood. I feel again myself—an idea that is no less true for being a bit hackneyed.

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BEYONCE AND CHIMAMANDA

 

Beyoncé samples Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s call to feminism
The Nigerian writer’s impassioned words from TED talk used by pop diva Beyoncé on her new track ***Flawless

The Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie makes a surprise appearance on Beyoncé’s latest album, released on iTunes this morning, declaiming: “We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls ‘You can have ambition, but not too much’.”

The novelist’s intervention comes during the track ***Flawless, appearing as a series of samples from her impassioned TED talk, “We should all be feminists”.

During the speech, the Orange prize-winning author argues that differing expectations of men and women damage economic and social prospects in Nigeria, and more generally around Africa and the world.

Beyoncé has been particularly inspired by sections where Adichie explores attitudes towards marriage, sampling a passage where the novelist talks directly about aspirations.

Because I am a female, I am expected to aspire to marriage,” Adichie says. “I am expected to make my choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Marriage can be… a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same?”

Another section sampled on ***Flawless argues that girls are raised “to see each other as competitors, not for jobs or accomplishments which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men”.

Beyoncé has also used lines from a part of the speech where Adichie queries parents’ attitudes towards young people’s sexuality:

“We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are. If we have sons, we don’t mind knowing about our sons’ girlfriends, but our daughters’ boyfriends? God forbid. But of course when the time is right we expect those girls to bring back the perfect man to be their husband.

The pop diva quotes Adichie’s definition of a feminist as “a person who believes in the social, economic and political equality of the sexes”.

Over the course of the 30-minute speech, the novelist argues that we do “a great disservice” to boys in how we raise them, putting them in the “hard cage” of masculinity; and that we do “a greater disservice” to girls.

“We say to girls, you should aim to be successful, but not too successful, otherwise you will threaten The Man.”

Adichie begins her talk by recalling a Nigerian childhood spent reading British and American literature which inspired her to write novels featuring African characters. Now it seems the writer’s words have themselves inspired an uptempo feminist anthem from one of the biggest names in pop music.

What more can i say? I’m impressed…

1480679_10152038833022631_1038954923_nPAUL WALKER

Rest In Peace Paul… i was a big fan…

Fast and Furious 6 (ending prayer)

Father thank you, for the gathering of friends.
Father we give thanks for all choices we have made, cause that’s what makes us who we are.
Let us forever cherish the loved one we have lost along the way.
Thank you for the little angle, the newest addition to our family.
Thank you for bringing ‘Letty’ home, and most of all…

THANK YOU FOR FAST CARS!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYLER PERRY

This morning, my friend greeted me with a PING. It went thus, “Today is your husband’s birthday” and I’m like, “Husband?!” .. Still trying to figure out, I thought about my so many imaginary husbands (you can’t blame me please) .. Leonardo DiCaprio, Ian Somerhalder (The Vampire) , David Beckham , Chad Michael Murray, Tyler Perry etc… So I asked her who’s birthday and she said “Tyler Perry!!!!!!!!!” .. And I’m like WOW, how can I forget *winks* (sobs, if only Tyler Perry knew me one on one, if only he knows I’m a very “devoted” fan) .

Anyways, I’m sure you all know Tyler Perry.. *In-MadeasVoice* : He’s good, He loves the Lord, He inspires thousand with his movies. Shout, Halleyurrrr!!!! 😀

Tyler Perry is just more than a movie maker, a director, producer. He’s a Minister. You get the message in all his movies even when you can’t stop laughing at the one and only Madea. He’s such a raw talent, the way he combines the roles of Madea, tyler and Uncle Joe. I wonder!!

He was born on the 13th of September, 1969. He has produced many stage dramas and movies, Forbes actually named him the highest paid man in entertainment. (Now, that’s so cool).
He’s has gone through so many difficult times, and he’s still standing strong. He is just too good.. All his movies have Christian themes that promote values such as forgiveness, love, Unity and what have you?!. I always feel refreshed when I see one of his movies.
His first movie I saw was “Madea’s Big Happy Family” and I got addicted and since then I’ve always bought his collections and any of his movies I can lay my hands on.

His Movies :

1) Daddy’s Little Girls
2) Diary of A Mad Black Woman.
3) Why did I get married.
4) Temptation
5) Meet the Browns.
6) Star Trek
7) Alex Cross
8) For Coloured Girls
9) Good Deeds
10) Tyler Perry Presents Pepples
11) A Madea Christmas
12) I can do Bad all by my self.

ETC… *Tired of listing* 😀

Meanwhile, I just decided to put down some of MADEA’s popular quotes….!!!

*** “People gonna talk about you till the day you die…Cant do nothing about it..but let ’em talk!” *

*** just stay right where you at. Just plant your ass right there in that chair. Every time I come here, you sittin’ in that chair. People waitin’ on their cars, you sittin’ in that chair. You supposed to be changin’ the oil, you sittin’ in that chair. Supposed to be changin’ the windshield wiper blades, you sittin’ in that chair. Supposed to wash the car, you sittin’ in that chair. Let me tell you something: when you die, tell them people to bury you on your stomach to give your ass a break! * (ROFL) (MADEA’S BIG HAPPY FAMILY).

** Madea: See, y’all Christians is somethin’… y’all go pull out that Bible, but y’all don’t know which prescripture to use for which situation. You got to find the right prescripture. There’s a prescripture that says, ‘Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.’ Have you been redeemed by the Lord?

Shirley: Yes.

Madea: That’s right, so if you’ve been redeemed by the Lord, and somebody does something to you that you don’t like, even yo’ kids, you can beat the hell outta them and just say, ‘So?’ So that’s what I’m’a do. I’m’a beat the hell outta them and say, ‘So?’ And I’m’a bring them over here ’cause you’ve been redeemed, aight. It makes perfect sense, don’t it? Halleluyer! Halleluyer! (MADEA’S BIG HAPPY FAMILY).

** You’re gonna wish that sperm did a backstroke when it met the egg that made you.

Hahahahah!!! Happy Birthday !!

Thanks To ASUU, I’m Bored out of my mind, so I decided to post this… 🙂

**ADRIELNALINE**

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