Rest In Peace Cyprian Ekwensi

This is a little bit late, but a post in honour of the late Cyprian Ekwensi, author of Jagua Nana, Burning Grass, and others. He died at age 86.

Here is a 2006 interview that Basil Okafor conducted with him for the Daily Sun.

Illustration credit: Basil Okafor

Shari'a Court bans satirical play in Kaduna

Shehu Sani's satirical play on the political misuse of shari'a, The Phantom Crescent, has been banned from being performed or circulated by the Kaduna upper shari'a court. According to Shehu Sani the recent "Hiyana" scandal "became an excuse for a new onslaught against artists," spreading out from the ban on film and harsher restrictions on novels to the ban on his play in Kaduna. See the article here.

The Passion of Saint Talatu

3:40am: Why I love Hausa films

It is 3:40am, and I am cutting, cutting, cutting extra words out of a fellowship proposal that is too verbose and too vague, and too BS-y, which is a shame because I know this stuff really well. It's just hard to say when you have to put all the details of research methods, background, argument in 10 pages, when you haven't quite ironed out your dissertation proposal yet.

So, this post is just to say why I love Hausa films. I love Hausa films because I can click on my you tube clips at 3:40am when I am stressed out of my mind and they make me smile. Yes, the editing is corny, and there are mispellings in the subtitles, and the melodrama is sometimes over the top, Yes, they make me laugh here in on my hard chair at 3:45am. But I also love them because there are beautiful compositions, and fast, obsessive, editing, and strong colour motifs that run through the trailers. I love them because the music is so obsessive that I listen to it minimized as I write, and the deep focus shots and the stop motion dances are so mesmerizing that I have to go back and watch the whole thing over again. At 3:46, when I'm stressed because I've overphilosophized my project, I go back to the concrete videos and know I have to keep on, because it is my opportunity to work with artists who make a living from their art. And no matter how denigrated they are, they'll figure out a way to make it work, insha Allah.

No, I don't like censorship, but in some ways, the adaptations people come up with because of censorship makes more creative products. I've been watching early Hollywood pictures that couldn't show violence so came up with creative off-screen sound. I think it will work the same for the Hausa films.

But, oh, I mourn those brilliant song and dances. I hope that the ban on those is lifted--because they encapsulate so much sheer creativity on so many different levels and are at the very heart of what I want to write about.

Because I love it. That's why I'm up at this time, and why I'm in this cold place, stressed out all the time. Because I love it.

cherish the day

Sade makes me lonely. I sit on a hard wooden chair in front of a blinking computer screen. I have been putting off this grant application all weekend. I have gone through half of the anthology of Hausa film essays. I have reread my own past grant applications and those my friends have sent me. I have brainstormed on paper. I have rethought my entire project 10 times. This morning, I went to a one hour mass at the Catholic Church down the street and then came back to lay in my bed, warm under a down comforter. The rain fell outside and the air from the open window was sharp on my face. The radiators clanked and creaked. I lay in bed making myself write the proposal in my head, dream the proposal. I wake to the phone ringing. It is my mother together with my brother, who is back in Nigeria on a preliminary documentary project. We chat until they are interrupted by a Skype from my Dad calling from Khartoum. I eat a quarter bag of chips and salsa at the kitchen table, trying to write down in a notebook the proposal I had dreamed. When I finally go to the other room and lift the screen and try to write, it is dark outside. I watch 20 minutes of the screensaver, my life in photos: weddings, other people’s children, my pregnant cousin, stills from Hausa films and an old black and white German vampire film, graduations, parties, conferences, famous African writers, unflattering close-ups of people I don’t know, and my own solitary self portraits in teapots and distant mirrors. Sade sings a mournful Hallelujah. I tap on the keyboard to face the march of words again.

Barka da sallah!!

To my Muslim Friends,

Barka da sallah! Happy Eid Al-Fitr!! Allah ya ba da albarka!

T-C

(and in other news I went to a Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie reading and panel discussion tonight, and RANDOMLY bumped into a woman who had been two years ahead of me in high school. She comes up to me and says... you look so familiar... and so we go quickly down fourteen years of life history, where we had overlapped in certain places but not met, till we got to high school in nigeria and that was where it was... what a lovely small world it is...)

Albashi 2 trailer

Today I called my friend Abbas Sadiq, the intense, one-of-a-kind-dressing Hausa actor and director, to see how he is doing during this suspension of the Hausa film industry. "Babu aiki, wallahi," he told me. "kawai muna jira..."

So, one of the things that upsets me so much about the Hausa film wahalla is that thousands of people are out of work. How exactly are they supposed to live now...? And when the suspension is finally lifted will anyone have any money left to make films?

And the dancing and singing has been banned as well (See Ba Haushe Mai Ban Haushi's post on the new censorship guidelines). Wallahi, ina so in kuka da na tunani a kansa."

Not being able to do anything about it really, other than write and rant, I spend the afternoon that I was supposed to be spending writing a grant application, uploading singing and dancing numbers to You Tube....

So, here's the trailer for Abbas Sadiq's Albashi 2, the sequel to Albashi (salary) that I wrote my big paper on that I've given at so many conferences. How can they ban this wonderfully creative dancing and singing? How? Kash! Wayyo! Kaico!

Media Fast

Peoples,

I'm sorry I have been so negligent of this blog lately. I have a million things going on, including fellowship applications, none of which I seem to be getting done. I find that the internet is one of my major downfalls--the repetitive, obsessive, meaningless checking of email, facebook, blogs, etc. So, as a part of a larger project to work on discipline and focus, I am taking a week long fast from non-essential internet and other media. I WILL be back.

-T-C

Distant Hymns

Before the beginning of the football game, I sit near the window reading a book about Lagos. The late afternoon light slants through the trees making the leaves glow. Drumming and chanting wafts into the window from the stadium—distorted by loudspeakers and breezes and shouts and the salsa that dances low and tinny on my radio. I think I hear a familiar hymn, sung with fervour, a prayer meeting somewhere, the loudspeakers that will continue far into the night. My first night back in Jos, the voices drift in, struggling against the muezzin at first and then blending into the chant of the cicadas and barking of the dogs and the breezes of late May. All night long, I lie in bed listening to distant Amens..… Oh, I realize, It’s “Sweet Caroline,” and I’m here in the Midwestern United States, leaves rippling outside, green for a few weeks more. A yellow rose nods on the window sill, and photos from Jos, newly hung, peer down at me. A train moans. I have some more unpacking to do.

A U.S. Military Base in the Gulf of Guinea??????!!!!!??????

Is this for real???


Gulf of Guinea - Govt Soft-Pedals On U.S. Military

This Day (Lagos)NEWS
17 September 2007 Posted to the web 17 September 2007
By Juliana TaiwoAbuja

A senior government official has given reasons why the Federal Government may soft-pedal on its moves to frustrate the plan by the United States to establish a military base in the Gulf of Guinea.

THISDAY had reported last week moves by the Nigerian government to checkmate the military adventure of the United States in the oil-rich region.

But the official told THISDAY yesterday in reaction to the story that Nigeria cannot ward off the US because Nigeria "has not shown enough commitment in securing the region".

He disclosed that Nigeria government was expected to have invested $1 billion from excess crude account into the coastal security and safety arrangement in the last two years but had failed.

"The point is this, the former President, Chief Olusegun Obasanjo, had seen the wisdom as a former military head of state to secure the area and immediately ordered strategic surveillance of the costal zone and the Niger Delta.

"But the Nigerian officials were not comfortable with the way he was going about it because it was supposed to be subjected to debate at the floor of the National Assembly. And Obasanjo knowing that anything on national defence and security issues cannot be subjected to debate went ahead to mobilise the Navy and the Air Force for what the US called minimum security requirement for that zone because oil is important to US," he disclosed.

The senior government official said the US government expected Nigeria to have minimum-security provisions but unfortunately in the last four months the US department discovered that the process was suddenly slowing down and the new government may not go at the speed it expected.

"The US government has completed all the ground work and has moved into the offshore of Sao Tome and Principe, Angola and Guinea to secure position for their submarines and other security facilities. Nigeria is the only country that has the minimum requirement and the financial capacity to provide those facilities (vessels for the Navy and satellite communication facilities amongst others for the Air Force) because these other African countries cannot afford to put down even one per cent of what is required.

"It is a challenge for the President Umaru Musa Yar'Adua to quickly work within his own defence structure and pump the money as well as continue with that his predecessor was doing if indeed it is serious about security that area though I really doubt if they can match the US now," he said.

A senior military official had disclosed to THISDAY last week that the Federal Government had begun moves to frustrate the plan by the United States to establish a military base in the Gulf of Guinea.

Defence sources had further disclosed that the Federal Government was already discussing with heads of government of the African Union and leaders of the sub-regional body, the Economic Community of West African State, on how to block any move by US to establish a base in the gulf.

"Nigeria is not taking the issue lightly at all and the government is not going to allow the US establish any military base anywhere in the ECOWAS region. The interest of the US government in the Gulf of Guinea has reinforced the commitment of the government to intensify its efforts at providing the needed security in the sub-region," the source had said.
The gulf's oil and gas deposit is put in the region of 10 billion barrels.


Copyright © 2007 This Day. All rights reserved. Distributed by AllAfrica Global Media (allAfrica.com).

Wedding number 3 this summer (at which I was the [drumroll]...photographer)

(And it rivalled number 1 for sheer FUNness. Groom at this wedding, if you still read this blog..., I'm planning to upload the rest of the photos to Flickr this wkd. Tried tonight and the programme kept freezing... probably because I STILL don't have my own internet... DAMNED AT&T....)

Xtend Foundation African Scholarship

A friend of mine, Tayo Oyedeji, has started a small scholarship fund for African undergraduate students. The $300 scholarship is for students whose familys' have an annual income of less than $5000 and who are enrolled in a sub-Saharan African university in a 4-5 year undergraduate programme. The online application can be found at http://www.foundation.tayooyedeji.com/. Please pass this information on to any deserving students you know of.

Of his motivation for starting the foundation, Tayo says "My graduate studies in the United States have cost a total of about $150,000 and I have never had to pay a single dollar because someone or a group of people established foundations to offset the educational costs of scholars with potential.

"Scholarships and foundations have helped me, an African, attain the best education the United States has to offer and I believe that 'to whom much is given, much is expected'.

"Therefore, I am setting up a foundation (Xtend Foundation) to provide $300 scholarships to 10 students in Sub-Saharan African universities. All students currently enrolled in a university in Africa (apart from members of my immediate family) are eligible to apply. "

As part of the foundation is Project 100, the goal of which is to grant scholarships to 100 university students in Sub-Saharan Africa by 2010.

For more information, see the Foundation website.

pet peeves

(written in the order that I think of them and not necessarily in the order of most annoying, although number 1 is one of my peeviest pet peeves.)

1) People walking on the sidewalk and smoking (or sitting in a crowded area and smoking as the case may be). Pisses me off. Especially in the winter when you are in a hurry to go somewhere and you have a cold and have to breathe through your mouth and these people walking in front of you are earnestly smoking their lungs to a crisp and you can't get away from the smoke. So, today i'm standing on a street corner with about 7 other people waiting for the light to turn, and this one guy is smoking. I see everyone's nose crinkle. One girl puts her notebook in front of her face. I begin to feel sorry for the smoker in his outcast aloneness. Even hours later, the smoke still lingers in my hair.

2) Little petite girls who self-referentially dwell on their daintyness and how they can't lift things and how small they are and how they need help with this or that and subtly make tall independent-minded women who lift large unwieldy things, whether they should or not, feel like giant uncouth amazons.

3) People who walk in the bike lane rather than in the walking lane of the bike path.

4) Young women are too tan and too blonde (and too made up) in the winter (you know what I mean...?). The same sort who wear pajamas with university logos across the butt to class... I think this is an American thing?

5) Drunken people who shout what they think are clever witticisms on my street at 2am.

6) AT&T.... Internet was supposed to be transferred three weeks ago, and I'm STILL have no wireless. I have been on the phone with them for at least 6 times, and was placed on hold for two and a half hours one night before the system hung up on me and an hour and a half another night. Tonight I JUST found a very weak wireless signal wafting in from somewhere (most networks in my building are secured), and I pray it sticks around for a few more days.

7) Overly flirty people....

8) Condescending/patronizing/smug people...

9) People who are just generally unhelpful...

10) People who start dating someone after a lapse of about five months of being out of a relationship and two days later are sighing about and saying things like "it's so wonderful to be in a relationship. i don't know how (you) single people do it. you really should try having a boyfriend sometime".... erm....

11) Married men or men in serious relationships who continue to hit on women

12) HUMMERS!!!! (the vehicle, not the people who hum. I like a little hum here and there, myself.)

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And what am I doing these days of no internet and no time? Teaching, preparing for teaching, and here and there trying to get a bit of reading done. Will try to be back when I have some more interesting things to say, when my computer that is in the shop is fixed, or when I think of some more of my pet peeves

Photo credit: http://blog.gruby.com/2006/08/

"The Hotel Malogo" by Helon Habila and other literary stuff

CW, since it has been two weeks since I have posted on HH.... {-;

Helon Habila has published a rather suspenseful short story set in Lagos "The Hotel Malogo" in the Virginia Quarterly Review, Spring 2007 issue. The end reminds me a bit of the ending of the chapter "Angel" in Waiting for an Angel. I LOVE his use of language.

At the moment, I'm preparing a study guide for Tsitsi Dangarembga's Nervous Conditions, for use in the interdisciplinary "Introduction to Africa" course I will be TA-ing for this semester, and I remembered the review I had written of the sequel The Book of Not. Since it is buried in the archives of this blog and I could no longer link to it, I've re-posted it on my "literary blog." It was interesting to re-read Nervous Conditions last night with the developments of The Book of Not in mind.

This is Kannywood

In light of the recent brouhaha, this series of photos is in honour of Kannywood and the many hardworking and talented actors, directors, script writers, cameramen, makeup artists, costumiers, welfare folks, producers, editors, songwriters, singers, dancers, etc. who have, with very little high tech equipment or funding aside from the mostly Kano market to which they sell, created a thriving film industry.

It was July 2006. We were on the set of Abbas Sadiq's film Albashi 3 in a garden/park in Kano commonly used as a film set. There were three other movies being shot there that day. At one point there was a loud uproar and every one left their scenes and rushed over to a corner of the garden where there was much shouting and trading of insults. What had happened, I was told later, was that some "politicians" had come into the garden trying to "pick up" some of the actresses, who would have nothing to do with them. The "politicians" then started shouting at the male actors and saying that they were all homosexuals--look at how they were shaped like women. One of the older actors, who had been praying in a small mosque in the garden, came out and gave the men a piece of his mind, and then the rest of the actors came rushing over in a mass of solidarity--insulting the "politicians" with great zest. Everyone came back to do the next scene gleefully laughing at particularly sweet insults that had been traded and ranting about hypocrisy and sleazy big men.

The latest Kannywood scandal

I have refrained from writing about this incident until now because I figured Kannywood was getting enough bad press right now, without me adding to it. But since Hausa video film and gender is my area of research, here is a brief synopsis of the situation.

A popular Kannywood actress Maryam Hiyana (screen name taken, as seems to be the custom, from a popular film she acted in... Hiyana) has recently been implicated in a sex video made on a mobile phone camera by her boyfriend, a Lagos-based Hausa businessman. The video, created sometime last year, lasts about eight minutes and apparently shows the two of them having sex. The video was somehow leaked about a week ago and has "gone viral" via email and cell phone. Since then, the actress and her fiance have gone into hiding and could face stoning under sharia law. Seventeen other very popular actors from the Hausa film industry have also been banned from making films. According to This Day, they "were not connected to the phone clip, but were involved in immoral acts like homosexuality, fornification and drunkeness, contrary to Islamic law. Islamic clerics in the state has already urged their supporters to shun the film industry." According to the Tribune, there has been a call to close production of Hausa films for the rest of the year in order to "sanitize" the industry.

This follows on the heels of a related scandal in which four actresses from the Kano film industry were accused of being involved in a polygamous lesbian wedding. The women involved denied the allegations, claiming that the celebration was a fundraiser (which sounds much more credible to me than a polygamous lesbian wedding in Kano....). A minor actress was also found guilty of murdering her politician boyfriend a few years ago.

My own take on this is that, of course, there is some "misbehaviour" going on, but that unfortunately individual scandals are taken by the public to represent the whole industry and to confirm pre-existing stereotypes that associate the film industry with the world of karuwanci (prostitution) and iskanci (immorality, drinking, etc.--unIslamic behaviour). This makes it almost impossible for a woman to become an actress and still be considered "respectable." She could be a saint in real life and still be labled as a karuwa because of her involvement with the film industry.

Kaico! C'est dommage. It's a shame, and it has been the one thing that has been making me sad this week (in a week when I am otherwise very happy).

I thought of posting a video clip with the said actress but have decided against it.

For more information Ibrahim Sheme has posted the details, in English and Hausa, on his blog Bahaushe Mai Ban Haushi! Here are other articles at Nigeria Exchange, This Day, Leadership, the Tribune [and another article from the Tribune], Reuters, and Gateway Pundit. Also see http://www.hausamovies.com/.

garage saling in the rain

I was set and determined to go to garage/yard sales today to find things to replace household items that belonged to my former roommate and which I no longer have, so when the rain slowed today, I ventured forth on my worthy steed (read: newly basketed bike) to seek those items on my list.

Items bought in the light (and then heavy) rain from those hardcore garage sale merchants who didn't close down in the rain:

1. cookbook: Practical Thai Cooking (50 cents)
2. ceramic soapdish (75 cents)
3. small handmade pottery jar to hold toothbrush (75 cents)
4. green glass candle holder from Pier 1 Imports (50 cents)
5. red leather gloves with cashmere interiors ($3)
6. small 8 1/2 by 11 inch television to use with the VCR I bought at a garage sale last year ($7)
7. Brita filter (50 cents)
8. computer speakers ($7.50)
9. Japanese teapot ($1)
10. small plastic dustbin (75 cents)
11. large no stick frying pan ($1)
12. homemade cookie (25 cents)
13. homemade muffin (25 cents)

Total = $23.55
Items on my actual "need" list: 3

Thus I add more crap to my possessions which I will have to deal with in February when I move again.... but, at the same time, it's a lot easier to get rid of things that I got for 50 cents than things I paid $10 for new at a store.

What I love about garage saling (even in the rain) is the human contact, the neighborly feeling, the idea that you are getting something from someone near you (at greatly reduced prices) rather than an impersonal store. And I like having things that have been used before--the idea that there is a history behind them. Unlike my grandmother, who goes out at 6am every Saturday buying junk to give to people... (it runs in the family...), I'm not very good at bargaining, though I did get the speakers down from $10, but that's ok. The people who sold me the television, the computer speakers and the baked goods were nice enough to bring my things by later in their car. I love that.

Thrilled and Happy...

...to be in my own apartment. I am so sore and bruised from moving (and cleaning two apartments--the old and the new) that I can't walk straight, but so happy about having my own beautiful space. Will write more when I've gotten more unpacked.

The juice of life

Moving tomorrow, I have spent hours in my room today filing papers, receipts, letters--and in the midst of filing new letters in an old letter file, I come across a letter written to a boy I had loved in college. This was post-college when he was (at that time, briefly) engaged to someone else, but we were still exchanging letters. Rereading them now, I am struck with nostalgia, by that bright young girl I was--just out of college, living in New York with my best friend, in love with everything. Reading over those letters and feeling the warmth in them, I wonder why we parted in anger in 2001. Six years later, I no longer resent him. I am free of him, free of the need for him, and therefore can appreciate again the beauty in those words we once wrote to each other. And I wonder--should I try to contact him again (he is sitting there on Facebook... [damned Facebook]), for the sake of the friendship we once had, or let it lie?

In honour of my recent birthday, I'll quote the P.S.S.S. from the letter I had written him in March 2000 (i have the fault of never being able to throw away anything I've written, and thus I [used to] photocopy my letters.) I was twenty-two.

"It's a bit scary how time seems to race (sorry for the cliche) more and more these years, where the twenties blur past. Soon, we'll be thirty and wonder where it all went. But no, there will be years then. There is so much juice in life--so much sun and wind to gulp in. Sometimes, I just have to pause in the middle of these flurried sidewalks and look past all the buildings at the spring sky. This morning, I didn't jaywalk like usual but stopped and waited for the Walk sign. The sun came down and touched me. I was still for all of thirty seconds. That occasional stillness--that is what makes life worth it--those brief moments of God.

Na Ba ka - Jeremiah Gyang

FINALLY on Youtube!! The video is a little hmmmm, but the beauty of the voice and lyrics remains. Welcome to my current favourite song....

(And to order the cd, check out www.cdbaby.com)

The "Resume" Remix

And this is the remix of Jeremiah Gyang's "Na Ba Ka," in which the much deserved fame seems to have gone a bit to his head.

Kasi Tala - Jeremiah Gyang

Achille Mbembe's response to French President Nicolas Sarkozy's Dakar speech

I recieved the following message on a listserve I belong to: calling attention to the controversial speech given by the French president Nicolas Sarkozy at Cheikh Anta Diop University in Dakar and the response of Cameroonian scholar, Achille Mbembe on Africultures.com. I plowed through both texts in French and then found the English translation here. Well worth the read.

T-C

From: Olivier Barlet, olbarlet@africultures.com

Date: 08 Aug 2007

The new french President Nicolas Sarkozy went to Dakar and, on the 26th of July 2007, held a very controversial speech at the University.

As part of his speech in Dakar, Sarkozy had said: "The African peasant only knows the eternal renewal of time, rhythmed by the endless repetition of the same gestures and the same words."

"In this imaginary world where everything starts over and over again, there is no place for human adventure or for the idea of progress," the French president said.

Achille Mbembe wrote a thorough and important answer published in partnership in the newspaper "Le Messager" (Douala, Cameroun) and the Africultures Website, that we let translate into english:http://www.africultures.com/index.asp?menu=revue_affiche_article&no=6816&lang=_en

Text of the speech of President Nicolas Sarkozy (in french): http://www.africultures.com/index.asp?menu=affiche_article&no=6785

Text of the answer of Achille Mbembe in french : http://www.africultures.com/index.asp?menu=affiche_article&no=6784

Please let this information circulate.

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Lomba's plaigerism

Ok, at the risk of being accused of more stalkerish behaviour ({-;), I've posted on my "literary blog" an excerpt from my MA thesis, where I talk about the imprisoned Lomba's purposeful "plaigerism" of poetry in Helon Habila's Waiting for an Angel.

Helon Habila's latest line

"Often he goes to the window to stare at the footpath that runs through a cut in the wire fence to meet the road, but only dead leaves wash on the hard brown earth, back and forth, lazy, aimless, as if mocking the manic scream that lay curled in his chest, spring-tight, a tiger waiting to leap." This is the last line Helon Habila has written, according to Esquire. The line is followed by an interesting little explanation by Helon Habila on his latest writing project: a noir story for Chris Abani's collection.

Young passions

I'm packing up my apartment right now for an impending move to my very own one bedroom next week. Right now I'm in the unpleasant stage of going through all the papers that I had neatly (or not so neatly) stacked and stuck at random into my bookcases along with the books. I come across an old folder of stories, and what seems to have been the beginning brainstorm for a poem, written in the margin of some torn manuscript printout I had been editing. I used to write so much--and so much like this. Why don't I write like this anymore? Even if it was a bit flowery and occasionally cliched, it had more passion in it than I can muster up these days. I wonder if all my passion has gone into academic texts... sad thought. In my notes, I see I had intended to work on it and turn it into a sonnet. (I wrote... 'A sonnet?'') In actual fact, I have only written one sonnet in my life--and that is a very loose and sad excuse for a sonnet... Anyway, I'm typing up the brainstorm here with the line breaks (and a bit of tweaking here and there) as they were in the ms margin, minus a few way too over the top phrases. (ok, I keep coming back and editing this... so it is not as rough as it was when I first wrote this post...):



Look down
as you slant into the sky
and see the slow fall
of the hills, the red ants
of cars travelling black
trails through hazy hills.
The earth becomes vague
as if seen through silk.
And above, the sky arcs
blue, edges hemmed in white.


Once they looked up
longing, into that blue, where
hawks flew--trapped onto
the brown earth, hemmed in
by boulders and clustered clay
walls. Only dreamers thought
to fly. And perhaps for them
it was better than this sealed smooth air,
those who dared to melt at the sun
feel the ocean spray on their feet
before sinking into the sea
that was, for a while, endless.



Image credit: Roger Dean, "Flights of Icarus," in the Guardian

Une histoire amusant, dont j'ai fait traduction

It is raining and I have been stuck in various coffee shops and library computer labs today. I did a schmucky thing this afternoon. Biking (in the rain) to my French exam, I realized (well, previous to biking, actually) that I was extremely unprepared for this translation/reading knowledge exam, and could quite possibly fail it, despite having spent my entire summer translating an article. Having spent the past two days going back over the textbook, I had found that although I had spent a lot of time translating a specific text, I hadn't spent that much time actually studying my textbook. It's been at least four years since I've taken an exam, so I had not prepared so well. When I got to the exam, I asked the instructor (a super nice lady) if it was too late to take this on another day (there are multiple exam dates), and she said that of course I could if I felt more comfortable taking it next week. (I repeat... a super nice lady). So, despite really hating to do things like this and prolonging the agony, I decided to spend a few more days doing a more comprehensive review.

Sitting at a coffee shop where I spent four hours downing pots of tea and translating various passages from my textbook, I came across this little story that so delighted me, I decided to post it on the blog. Voici un histoire que j'aime. (And this is a French -> English class, not the other way, so pardon my French... hehehe.)

A Quick Wit

Once upon a time there was a king who was superstitious but did not want to admit it. He learned that in his kingdom lived a certain man who pretended that he could read the future in the stars and predict what would was going to happen.

The king believed himself very talented, and he grew angry at this astrologer who did that which he, the king, could not do. He summoned him to come to the royal palace, having resolved to put him to death and, at the same time, to show the courtiers that his pretences were false.

Following the orders of their master, two soldiers stood ready, when the king gave them the signal, to throw the astrologer out the window. Turning round toward the poor man who had just entered the great hall of the palace, the monarch said to him:

"You pretend to know that which will come in the future. Well then, can you predict when you will die?"

The astrologer suspected the king's intentions and after reflecting for a few seconds, he responded:

"Sire, I am not able to predict the day of my death, but I know very well that I will die exactly three days before Your Majesty."

The two soldiers waited in vain for the signal. The king quickly changed his mind, and instead of killing the astrologer, he asked him to stay in the palace, to take care of himself and to run from no danger. It was necessary to take the greatest care with a life so precious.

ma traduction de "Un Esprit vif" au livre: Reading French in the Arts and Sciences. Fourth Edition. Ed. Edward M. Stack. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1987. p. 73

Image credit: Hans Holbein, Les simulacres de la Mort

4am calls

My dearly beloved brothers and sisters, friends, and acquaintances, who reside in Nigeria,

I am always delighted to hear from you. I am touched and honoured when one of you spends your money to telephone me in the U.S., and I really appreciate your efforts to stay in touch. However, a request, if any of you happen to be reading this. PLEASE look at your watches when you call. The Central Time Zone in the U.S., where I live, is currently six hours behind the time in Nigeria. That means that when it is 10am in Kano, it is 4am in my city. In a few months, our time zone will switch back another hour meaning that Nigeria will be 7 hours ahead of us, which means that when it is 10am in Nigeria it will be 3am here. While I am delighted to hear from people, I am usually not delighted to be woken from a sweet sleep at 2, 3, or 4am etc, especially when I have been struggling with insomnia. Additionally, it, quite rightly, pisses off my roommate, especially since this has happened at least 10 or 12 times in the last year. This is a landline, not a cell phone; therefore, a call at 3 or 4am wakes up not only myself but everyone in the house.

Therefore, while I love to hear from people, please, don Allah, don Annabi, look at your clock before you call and only call me between the hours of 9am-11pm Central Standard American time.

Thank you. Na gode.

Hotunan bikin auren Sani Danja da Mansura Isah

Na ji murna in ga hotunan bikin auren Sani Danja da Mansura Isah a http://www.hausamovies.com/. Ga su nan.

Photos of the Sani Danja's and Mansura Isah's wedding at http://www.hausamovies.com/. Check them out here.

The following photo is of the couple with Sani Danja's 2Effects Empire partner (and prolific song writer and composer) Yakubu Muhammed.

Here are links to a couple of tabloidish articles about the wedding/relationship: Daily Triumph; Weekly Trust;

Wedding # 2 this summer

OD-ing on Airborn

Ok, this will be quick and filled with typos because I have to catch a bus in approximately twenty-three minutes. I'm terrified that I'm getting a summer cold/flu because my friend came to class on Monday coughing and sneezing. Normally, I'm laid back about that sort of thing. I don't want to get sick, but things happen. But because of this upcoming trip, I DO NOT want to get sick, so every time she would blow her nose I would wince and then feel terrible for wincing. So, I immediately went to a drug store and bought two things of generic Airborn, and ever since then I have been OD-ing on Airborn and multivitamins trying to fight it off. I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat and voice, and I am praying, in the name of Jesus, that he will bind that demon of summer cold. Bind it, Jesus! Amen. I'm starting to become paranoid and have been washing my hands more often than usual. Anyway, I now have twenty minutes before my bus leaves and I need to go find some water so I can take some more Airborn. Adieu to my twenties. Alas, Adieu.

Congratulations to Sani Danja and Mansura Isah

Congratulations ot Sani Danja and Mansura Isah on their recent marraige. I know I already posted this video a few months ago, but it is my favourite with the two of them (out of many to choose from).

2Shotz : Carry am go

My parents got back home from their trip to the U.S. to the news that armed robbers (seemingly the same two who held my mother at gunpoint last year) attempted to enter the house again, while they were gone. The dogs seem to have scared them off this time, so then they went down to the university chapel, where according to my dad "they shot up the chaplain's car and shot one woman in the hand after taking their money and cell phones." Thank God no one was killed, but it still makes me angry.

So, on that note, here is one of my favourites... May God punish them, and 2Shotz carry am go... {-;

Dearest One

There is a distinct sense of Victorian melodrama or perhaps more... Nigerian video-film about this. The orphaned child (alternately girl and boy: a symbolic Esu perhaps?). The evil betraying uncle. The prescient father who knows his business associates will poison him... Rena should try his/her hand at a screenplay....

From: rena_konan01@yahoo.fr

Dearest one,

Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I am quite aware that my message will come to you as a surprise because it is indeed very strange for someone you have not met before to contact you in this regard.

I am Rena konan the only son of late Frederick Konan. [T-C: NOTE IT'S A BOY]

It is sad to say that my father passed away mysteriously in France during one of his business trips Abroad year 12th.Feb. 2004.Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected to have been master-minded by an uncle of his who travelled with him at that time.But God knows the truth!

My mother died when I was just 4 years old,and since then my father took me so special.Before his death on Febuary 12 2004 he called the secretary who accompanied him to the hospital and told her that he had a sum of this money is USD 9.5 million American Dollars and the money is in a bank here in Abidjan the capital city. left in fixed / suspense account in one of the prime banks here in Abidjan,that he used my name as his only daughter [T-C: NOTE IT'S A GIRL] for the Next of Kin in depositing of the fund.

He also explained to me that it was because of this wealth that he was poisoned by his business associates. That I should seek for a foreign partner in a country of my choice where I will transfer this money and use it for investment purpose such as real estate or hotel management.

I want you to assist me in clearing this fund into your account overseas as a beneficiary of the fund,and also use it for an ivestment purpose.

I am just 20years old and high school certificate holder,really don't know what to do.Now I want an account overseas where I can transfer this funds. This is because I have suffered a lot of set backs as a result of incessant political crisis here in Ivory coast.The death of my father actually brought sorrow to my life.

Dearest one,I am in a sincere desire of your humble assistance in this regards Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded,so that I will know I'm going to come over to your country since the bank made me to understand that they can be able to make the transfer to any country of my choice.

Now permit me to ask these few questions:-

1. Can you honestly help me as your son [T-C: NOTE IT'S A BOY!]
2. Can I completely trust you?
3.To serve as a guardian of this fund since I am only 20years.
4. What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you after the money is in your account?
5.To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and also to secure a resident permit in your country.

Besides, I'm corresponding with you from my country here in Cote D'Ivoire, West Africa and moreso there is great political war going on here in my country, that is the main reason why I contacted you to help me in getting me and my only inheritance out of this country so that I may not lose my life and the inheritance to war in this country, infact I'm facing difficulty at the moment in this country.

Furthermore, please indicate your options towards assisting me as I believe that this transaction would be concluded within seven (7)days you signify your interest to assist me. Anticipating to hear from you urgently.

Please,consider this and get back to me as soon as possible.

Thanks and God bless.

My sincere regards,Rena

My name is Ikechukwu

Ok, I'm posting this to post something. When I first saw this I thought it was the most annoying song ever. Now, I can't get enough of it. So funny. Prepare to get it stuck in your head... (And I really will try to post something more serious later). I'm in the middle of a never-ending translation of the chapter "Din, Dawla, Dunya" from Mohammed Arkoun's Islam, morale et politique, as well as preparing an article for publication... (Yay!) So very little blogging time these days. But I will post soon.

It's my birthday, I can fly if I want to...

I have two increasingly serious addictions. One is addiction to the internet; the other is wanton and careless addiction to travel. My pocketbook and study schedule are feeling the effects (although my frequent flier miles credit card is looking quite rosy), and I'm afraid the planet is feeling it worse.

But I'm turning 30 this month, and the thought of sitting at home in this dreary place (positive thoughts, positive thoughts) and studying my way through this particular birthday was very depressing. I'm rather morose about this birthday, and I need to be 1) with someone who has known and loved me for a long time, 2) in a place I love.

So, I'm going to New York a couple of weekends from now to be with my best friend in the world R., who has known me since we were 13 years old. And I will turn 30, and it won't be so bad.

And to lift my spirits, as I was googling photos of "planes" and "New York" for this entry, I was reminded that it was American Airlines (the cheap tickets that I bought) that plowed into the WTC that blue September day. Happy thoughts for a Happy birthday... {-;

Ok, let me not stray into melodrama. I will restrain what Helen Oyeyemi in her latest novel (The Opposite House) calls the "personal hysteric" and have a rip-roaring time (and get a lot of studying done between now and then...)

Yay!

Yar'Adua makes public his personal assets

This seems like a positive step. According to VOA, this is the first time a sitting president in Nigeria has declared his assets. This paragraph in the Vanguard article (and mentioned in the others as well) just blows me away though:

"However, the Code of Conduct Bureau reportedly advised him against the public declaration because, as it said, "such action would put pressure on other categories of public officials to do same even when the constitution makes the exercise a private matter."

What the...? I'm glad he seems to be showing evidence of a mind of his own....

The links to articles about this:

Nigeria First

Vanguard

Daily Trust

VOA

Photo Credit: BBC (during the innauguration)

In a related link (that I found on the BBC page the photo came from), Nigerian bloggers' opinions on the election make BBC.

Death of Two Sons

Back from an amazing week and a half long trip to Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. Maybe I'll post more about it later, but I wanted to highlight an amazing documentary that I saw last week: Death of Two Sons (2006), a 64-minute documentary directed by New York based filmmaker Micah Schaffer. The film sensitively juxtaposes the lives and deaths of two young men, the Guinean Amadou Diallo who was shot forty-one times by New York police, and Jesse Thyne, the American peace corps volunteer who was living with Diallo's family in Guinea at the time of Amadou Diallo's murder. The film subtly illuminates the global inequalities that surround these two tragedies: while the taxi driver whose negligence caused the accident in which Thyne died is given a harsh sentence of three years in prison, the police who shot Diallo forty-one times were acquitted of all charges. The Peace Corps lead a march to raise awareness about road safety and a high ranking Guinean official dedicates a memorial plaque with the name of the two Peace Corps volunteers who died (as if there were not hundreds of other deaths in car accidents every year), yet when some women attempt to protest Diallo's murder outside the American embassy, the demonstration is quickly shut down: the government does not want to risk offending America. These points are not hammered out into a fully-formed polemic but rather emerge in the quiet laments of Diallo's family and friends in Guinea and those of Thyne's family in California, out of the understated but powerful way the two stories are woven together.

The back story of Amadou Diallo's life also emerges. A young man from a cosmopolitan family, he had travelled in Africa, Asia, and Europe. He had gone to school in Thailand and studied computer science in Singapore. Already posessing academic qualifications, he worked on the streets of New York to raise money to attend an American university. Yet the dreams he had pursued in his life were overwhelmed by the clamour of his death. Films like Death of Two Sons move beyond the symbol Diallo has become to remind us of the person he was and the personal grief of those who loved him.

For more information about the film, which I highly recommend, see the home page: Death of Two Sons.

Wedding

At the wedding of a dear old high school friend this weekend. Off to California tomorrow...

Now we're waiting for the Nobel...

Chinua Achebe wins the Man-Booker Prize for lifetime achievement.

Photo Credit: Comorama

What happens when one attempts to take one's own passport pictures by precariously hanging one's camera from a hook on the wall...

Mourning Modal Minority

I came back from my vacation (and blog break) yesterday to find that one of my favourite blogs, Modal Minority, by Teju Cole, has vanished, leaving me sad and bereft of an almost daily reading ritual. I google Teju Cole and find some of his poems left behind in the google cache, the floating residue of a ghost ship. I was going to post part of his poem "This," which expressed, in part, my sense of loss but decided to respect his desire to leave.

Teju, you are missed!