Thursday 27 February 2014

MY VIEW

It took me ages to get onto this blog today. For some reason i had logged on an alternative e-mail address and i lost my admin rights when i din't log on with the old one. Wheewh! i was almost jogging on home but the thought of loosing ownership over this, simply undo-able.


Okay, so here i am, doing a lazy job of penning down something today. I woke up this morning tired out, so tired that if i were working in a pretty liberal firm, i would have just called in sick and resigned to bed.But...i couldn't, i did a few more naps and dashed out of bed some minutes before 7.00a.m


I had watched this really fabulous movie the night before, what was the title again..."The Butler" Fab...Fab...Fabulous movie. Damn! Way better than "The Wolf of Wall Street" that was all the rave. But then that is my humble opinion.J In this movie, Oprah... Yeah! Oprah Winfrey that you and i and the rest of the world know was in the movie. Crazy right? I thought so too. I mean at a moment i had to ask for confirmation to be sure she was the one i was seeing. Anyway, she really really knows how to do her thing and other things if i might add. lol...You should see the movie. Anyways,i'm digressing. My topic is "MY VIEW". The Butler kept me up late at night and i woke real late as a result and still drowsy.


I'm taking a bath and i'm thinking to myself...What a story! Yeah? 'Cos i mean the racism way back then in the Unites States of America, i can only relate to it on a certain level. Way different from the way a Forest Whitaker of back then would relate to it. So i'm thinking and comparing, in my head of course and while the bath was still on going, i'm thinking about Chinua Achebe's There was a Country and Chimamanda Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun. One story, two authors, different times, different eye view. The 83 year old Achebe told a Biafran story in the most vivid way possible, for him it was not a tale, it was yesterday, it was an event in which he lived and which he was a part of. It was impossible to dissociate the author from the event, the story to me was like a flash back. I didnt find it enjoying, i found it pensive and sad, just like Achebe must have all the years he put into writing the story. Adichie, the lady after my mind, told a tale with finesse and she captured it. She made it entertaining for us all and she gave those of us who didnt really know what happened an insight. The Biafran story is a beautiful historical story. It is something in history worth knowing. A story about when Nigerians had balls to fight for things they believed in, not anymore though. It was a time that all pray never repeats itself, at least not in their lifetime.

Did Achebe do justice to the Biafran story, he did, but it was such a sad story i never finished reading the book...Though i hope to someday, at least, to pay my respects to the great writer that once lived among us. Chimamanda made me hug my hard covered book and thank God i bought it when the news of the book was just a buzz. But then, I've been biased about that lady since i read "The thing around your neck" since she wont let me into her Farafina training for writers which i have only tried out for once, but ever so more, since her talk on "We should all be Feminists". I could go on, but my blogging today is not about Chimamanda, its about our view of life.

Your view and mine and the world's will always always be different.They will always differ and such is life. That difference is what makes each person different from the other,its what makes them interesting, its what makes them worth spending your time on and we may try to change it, but eventually each individuals view solidifies and makes him who he is.At least, that is what i have learnt and that is why i have ended up with diverse friends and frenemies and foes...


1 comment:

  1. Onyi beautiful writeup...wonder y u stopd for awhile buh as u'd already explained, Admin eish. "Ur view" kept "my view" captivated...lol. Keep it up tho.

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