Duby and Cathy

Duby and Cathy
we'd like to think we'd look like this- if we were 'white' ;) ....

Saturday, March 15, 2014

My Creative Process

(NB: intended to be read with the music, not after (if you can). Usually if I link a song, that's what I'm going for).

Dear Friends,

I cannot stress enough, how connected all art is for me, in particular: music, dance, and literature.

More often than not, my art begins with a bud of inspiration from music. Certain songs just have an automatic, almost visceral response from my body that elicits feelings so strong, they demand to be made whole. Initially, my body shuts down as the music soars through, becoming part of me. Every hair buzzes, as I radiate the notes from my very core to a song which seems to play from within. In my inner eye, without much thought, I see a story that plays perfectly to its new soundtrack.

Here, the story changes with the music, and not the other way round. Sometimes I am the protagonist, other times only a bystander. Each time, however, I am entirely invested in the outcome. At this point, I am likely to start dancing. The sound within me now comes without, searching for some immediate expression. No matter the genre, I'll dance.

After playing the song a good five times or so, I start to feel like I've sufficiently embodied the spirit of the piece. It's that spirit that help me keep the mood as I write. Sometimes, I'll play the song over and over again until I'm done. And when I'm through, I'll read over it with the same track, to see if what I've written compliments what I feel. Serious editing takes place much later.

Many say books are amazing because they give you the rare opportunity to live life much more than once. I say the same for a good song, a good dance, a good performance.


Stay inspired,

Cathy.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A Thought

Imagine this:

You come to the library like any other day, mind set on getting through the inhuman volumes of required reading and essay-writing. As you set down your book bag, you can't help releasing a mini sigh of relief, now that the sharp pain in your shoulders has begun to fade. Like many others, you try to fight back the increasing worry you feel as you rumble through your stuff for two essential library items: your laptop charger, and (of course) your headphones. You secretly high-five yourself on remembering to bring both.

As you lift your laptop screen, it flashes with a subtle buzz to life. Fingers braced, you watch it with angst, waiting for the second the mute button is ready to respond (you're a master at this by now). You're satisfied at having evaded any potentially life-scarring music explosions, even though you're pretty certain you had nothing playing before you left home. Excited to play an amazing song you recently discovered, you quickly plug in your headphones and open up YouTube. You set the volume soft and low, aware that no headphones are perfect.  

As it plays, it carries you away with it, and amidst the fully-packed desks, you are truly alone and free. Each second that passes transforms the building into a hearth of solace, and only a small part of you still spatially aware could feel sorry for the others around you suffering the silence. It is so good, you decide then and there to get through the entire recommended playlist.

Three hours later, you're ready to go. You lift your headphones off your ears, only to realise that all along they had never been fully plugged in.

And all around you are the soft sounds of Soko's 'We Might Be Dead Tomorrow'. They fill the void, teasing ears that- willingly or unwillingly-would hear.


Yet no one complained.




Cathy

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Catherine becomes an accredited writer just in time for her adult beginning

Catherine!!! Cathy!!!! Gosh, where to start?? You are 18, you released an anthology, you're famous, you're about to begin your undergrad in medicine, and you're my best friend! It just does not get any better does it?


But seriously Catherine I love you. We have been through so much together and whilst it has not always been easy sustaining our friendship, it has also not been tasking at all! To be honest, not much has changed since the beginning...think about it. for example, I still don't get when you think my dress is short (cause it is!) and you still don't get why i wont at least learn how to play ONE sport ( I've tried soccer remember?). We both don't like to act mushy when we're actually together but then when you leave you ping me and say something sweet (loser behavior). lmao and we both don't get why NIGERIANS use such funny expressions like, 'smiling in perspective' (really?) and till date i don't know where all my 16th birthday plans went to...likeeee all our dreams. Sha, we've lived the most part of the past seven or eight  years(depends on when you start counting) building a future around one another, dreaming about prince charming a loooooot, planning our dream wedding, laughing at funny people like mutant chike, and fantasizing about the posh life not to mention all the famous people we plan to meet and places we said we would visit together. It has not always worked out and we were meant to explore Europe together this summer *sigh*. Anyway below are a few tips I would like you to keep in mind as we both climb that age ladder to keep you fresh and wise:

1) Maintain your uniqueness: Believe it or not it is hard to accomplish. We live in a world where everyone follows a set formula for almost everything and only few of us question why we do things and create OUR own formula for living-Remember that this was precisely a major reason for why we clicked as friends. Be different Cathy, find your own meaning of life like Buddha did and abide by it.

2) forget about too much logic; You have never been one to completely let go even though this is something you advise me to do and which i have ALWAYS believed you should do more often. Logic is good don't get me wrong, but sometimes things would not make sense on the surface and yet they could end up being some of the best memories just because they were UNCONVENTIONAL. Remember last summer? :)

3) Try to aim for personal contact with your friends that are far away....it keeps things in momentum: For example, if you end up going to Ireland for uni we would need to still meet as much as possible. And look how Tweej is not here with us, we need to try to reunite with our sleepover girls every now and again.I don't know how but we will see. You know old friends are always the most refreshing for they hold the most memories of our past and we will share the future together :)

4) Never stop being charitable; I was very happy when you told me about your charity, it is something that has always been linked to your personality. Our happiest times are usually when we help that can never pay us back for it...it is the mystery of generosity. And still those who give the most always seem to have more. Is God not brilliant?

5) Do not bother following the crowd; i know this is linked to my first point but what i mean in this case is that you should remember YOUR/OUR values. you know something i realized is that because we refused to do those supposedly 'little' things like grinding in ljc....i mean yes they stroked us for it but what it did is that it made me very resilient so that even now I would still frown at something I don't feel comfortable with...And imagine how impressed prince charming would be to find out that we are not just gorgeous but also virgins? Yaaay!

6) Try to be childlike; I know i'm copying your advice but seriously when you look at the world the same way despite the reality of things, you truly never age. And it glows from without...you can even spot when an adult is youthful...it is in the things they say and how they act. Youth is our elixir.

7) Get your first kiss!; Yess you know this is the point that I have been waiting to make hahahahaha. In the grand scheme of things first kiss doesn't have to equate to first boyfriend. There are reasons why we must not put a name on everything. But he would always be someone you never forget.

8) Get into the dating scene; Dating is exciting- cause they don't have to be your boyfriends but they would take you on adventures that would mold into a true princess. Just imagine fine dining in fancy restaurants, wine tasting, and flowers being delivered by the post man with hidden love notes. That is what you deserve to happen to you because you're beautiful and it will...and he will be exactly how you want him to be. Someone shout amen! lmao

9) Keep your family at the veryyyy top of the list; God made us share the same last name with a bunch of people for a reason. it wasn't luck but destiny- This is something I have not always done cause you know how I am...wanting to be self dependent and all that. But they would always be right behind you do not let go  of their love and companionship :D

10) Ignore the critics; Many times we would come up with grand plans would of course have flaws. People would use their cynicism to shoot them down...then they would say it is just cause they are 'wise'. ALL LIES dear one, remember the wright brothers?...When you believe in yourself there is no limit to what you can achieve, so shut out the voices!

11) learn about the sages; You know how all these famous authors, Presidents, Nobel prize winners, etc always seem to refer to some old quotations in their speeches-it is cause of what those sayings actually do to your mind. Believe or not the old philosophers knew so much about life and its significance.....there is soooo much wisdom to be gotten from what they said. And not just cause of the pretentiousness of being able to quote them but the depth in their meanings.

12) listen to more music and go for as many concert as you can; only because these are things that we both love and have always wanted to do- once in a while buy yourself a ticket to a show and go along with a friend....enjoy life. Plus music is really soul food.

13) Read a looooot of books; old books, new books, all of them! trust me the elite can always tell the difference between someone who is well versed and he who isn't....It just rings from the things you say, how you think, the knowledge you have. It is also very attractive in a lady- personal experience speaking here.

14) Do not be afraid to get wild when you deserve it; Try to live a prudent life but every now and again go out with your girlies for a night out, get wasted just a little, and chill out in hotel rooms drinking vintage wine labels....I will be there to make sure nothing drastic happens/gets photographed. that reminds me of Holly's 30th lol.

15) Keep it till the wedding night; As we are getting older it is making more sense to us why we should keep waiting. Yeah so stick to it (I know you will). But like not just cause it is a sin, it is also a dishonor to yourself to give to someone more than they deserve :)

16) Try to call on birthdays; I'm starting to cultivate the habit as well- twitter/facebook messages are not enough so yeah...ring us up..your homies and send a chocolate box or sth.

17) Keep your faith alive through active religiousity; Abeg what im just saying is continue going to church...it is good and it is very helpful for you and for others who wish to emulate you.....sounding like Sr. Lilian right now but sha you get warram saying.

18) Never Forget US!- Yup me and you, you and I, Cathy and Duby, the adventures of bubbles and frosty remember? cathy and duby greatest, our hausa jokes, our late night convos, our dreams, our past, our present, the awaiting future....remember it ALL and try to write down some of the things...these are memories we would one day share with our kids....you will be their aunty/god mother and all that. :D

Forever loving and adoring and disturbing you,

Duby...Yadubi (get it?)


Friday, May 31, 2013



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Monday, March 4, 2013

Scorned


I grew up in Lagos, Nigeria. My neighbours were black, my teachers were black, my friends were black, the President was black, everyone was black. I am black. And yet of significance is the fact that because everyone was black, no one was black. Having dark skin was synonymous with having two eyes, or a nose, or a liver or a lung. It was one of several, several characteristics of being human. It didn't matter. It was inconsequential. I grew up believing this.

Fast forward to 2009, and I was a 17 year old girl entering the United States for the first time. There were several things I was naive about; race was one of them. I was quickly buffeted with information and opinions and a whole history that I had been previously mostly unaware of. Films and books and television had talked about racism, but it had always remained a distant, far-removed concept, one as foreign to me as -3 degrees weather and nasal accents I had difficulty understanding. But it was important that I understand, and that I inform myself quickly about the history of the United States. Because I now live in America, along with all the brilliant things about being in this country, the realization that I am black is of consequence. It means that, for some illogical reason, I am different, something more, or less, than was meant when I was home. It is a realization that shocked me then, and that I continue to grapple with always.

Since 2009, I've had several conversations about race. I've taken classes and read journals, I've written responses and listened to lectures; I've worked hard to educate myself. Yet I do not think that I've fully understood what racism is, what it feels like, until today. I have never felt as personally attacked or aggrieved, as entirely victimized and hurt as I do today. An individual, or group of individuals, has targeted another group of individuals over something they have not done, that they have no control over, that should not matter, something that has been entirely constructed over and over again by people who were ignorant or prejudiced or hateful. This is a reality that we must live with. It is infuriating, it is terrifying and it is hurtful. It makes me wonder about the country I now reside in.

More importantly, however, this incidence makes me realize that educating oneself on issues of race is not enough. I have spent the last three years at Oberlin silently paying attention to occurrences on campus, but never getting involved. I have sat idly by. I have listened. Listening is not enough. Action and solidarity are important. We must speak out against all hate, we must revolt against those who try to fragment our community, we must work hard for our happiness. I stand in solidarity with all who feel victimized by the occurrences on campus. I stand against all individuals who target me and people like me because we are a minority. I stand with the rest of Oberlin as we defend the principles this college represents.

Enough is enough.
Written by: Olive Nwosu

Friday, February 22, 2013

If we ever leave this world alive......I will still have Cathy.

I cant stay long......have an exam in a few hours. But me and Cathy are at that stage in life where we're trying to understand what its meaning is. Yesterday I woke up at the same time as always, smiled to the same people I saw, ate the same food i would have eaten, laughed the same way I would have, the fake pleasantries remain the same, the god moments of life are limited by the knowledge of its transcience...afraid of being too happy, wary of letting the distress sip through. Truth is...life is boring in an exciting way. And so I realized the irony as I studied late into the night....the preacher was right...vanity of vanities...all is vanity. (Ecclesiastes). Maybe we just do the things we do because we have been in a planet of walking people...these creatures around us. They walk and talk...sometimes the smile...but I get tired of seeing them....they are too much in number, and we would only ever get to bond with a few of them. So why are there are so many of them....If I had the chance to create another earth I would have made it differently..more music and less people.

But maybe im just bugged down by the 'worries and drudgeries of life' as my best friend would say...In all honestly I really do need to try another planet...or maybe go back a millenium....find another definition of existence...before I end up living too little and thinking too much.

Yes age is just a number...most times I feel like seven...but today I'm just 40 again.

Napoleon says 'we are kings or pawns, emperors or fools'

Duby

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

How to write about Africa

Culled from : http://www.granta.com/Archive/92/How-to-Write-about-Africa/Page-1


How to Write About Africa

Always use the word ‘Africa’ or ‘Darkness’ or ‘Safari’ in your title. Subtitles may include the words ‘Zanzibar’, ‘Masai’, ‘Zulu’, ‘Zambezi’, ‘Congo’, ‘Nile’, ‘Big’, ‘Sky’, ‘Shadow’, ‘Drum’, ‘Sun’ or ‘Bygone’. Also useful are words such as ‘Guerrillas’, ‘Timeless’, ‘Primordial’ and ‘Tribal’. Note that ‘People’ means Africans who are not black, while ‘The People’ means black Africans.

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel Prize. An AK-47, prominent ribs, naked breasts: use these. If you must include an African, make sure you get one in Masai or Zulu or Dogon dress.

In your text, treat Africa as if it were one country. It is hot and dusty with rolling grasslands and huge herds of animals and tall, thin people who are starving. Or it is hot and steamy with very short people who eat primates. Don’t get bogged down with precise descriptions. Africa is big: fifty-four countries, 900 million people who are too busy starving and dying and warring and emigrating to read your book. The continent is full of deserts, jungles, highlands, savannahs and many other things, but your reader doesn’t care about all that, so keep your descriptions romantic and evocative and unparticular.

Make sure you show how Africans have music and rhythm deep in their souls, and eat things no other humans eat. Do not mention rice and beef and wheat; monkey-brain is an African's cuisine of choice, along with goat, snake, worms and grubs and all manner of game meat. Make sure you show that you are able to eat such food without flinching, and describe how you learn to enjoy it—because you care.


Taboo subjects: ordinary domestic scenes, love between Africans (unless a death is involved), references to African writers or intellectuals, mention of school-going children who are not suffering from yaws or Ebola fever or female genital mutilation.

Throughout the book, adopt a sotto voice, in conspiracy with the reader, and a sad I-expected-so-much tone. Establish early on that your liberalism is impeccable, and mention near the beginning how much you love Africa, how you fell in love with the place and can’t live without her. Africa is the only continent you can love—take advantage of this. If you are a man, thrust yourself into her warm virgin forests. If you are a woman, treat Africa as a man who wears a bush jacket and disappears off into the sunset. Africa is to be pitied, worshipped or dominated. Whichever angle you take, be sure to leave the strong impression that without your intervention and your important book, Africa is doomed.

Your African characters may include naked warriors, loyal servants, diviners and seers, ancient wise men living in hermitic splendour. Or corrupt politicians, inept polygamous travel-guides, and prostitutes you have slept with. The Loyal Servant always behaves like a seven-year-old and needs a firm hand; he is scared of snakes, good with children, and always involving you in his complex domestic dramas. The Ancient Wise Man always comes from a noble tribe (not the money-grubbing tribes like the Gikuyu, the Igbo or the Shona). He has rheumy eyes and is close to the Earth. The Modern African is a fat man who steals and works in the visa office, refusing to give work permits to qualified Westerners who really care about Africa. He is an enemy of development, always using his government job to make it difficult for pragmatic and good-hearted expats to set up NGOs or Legal Conservation Areas. Or he is an Oxford-educated intellectual turned serial-killing politician in a Savile Row suit. He is a cannibal who likes Cristal champagne, and his mother is a rich witch-doctor who really runs the country.

Among your characters you must always include The Starving African, who wanders the refugee camp nearly naked, and waits for the benevolence of the West. Her children have flies on their eyelids and pot bellies, and her breasts are flat and empty. She must look utterly helpless. She can have no past, no history; such diversions ruin the dramatic moment. Moans are good. She must never say anything about herself in the dialogue except to speak of her (unspeakable) suffering. Also be sure to include a warm and motherly woman who has a rolling laugh and who is concerned for your well-being. Just call her Mama. Her children are all delinquent. These characters should buzz around your main hero, making him look good. Your hero can teach them, bathe them, feed them; he carries lots of babies and has seen Death. Your hero is you (if reportage), or a beautiful, tragic international celebrity/aristocrat who now cares for animals (if fiction).

Bad Western characters may include children of Tory cabinet ministers, Afrikaners, employees of the World Bank. When talking about exploitation by foreigners mention the Chinese and Indian traders. Blame the West for Africa's situation. But do not be too specific.

Broad brushstrokes throughout are good. Avoid having the African characters laugh, or struggle to educate their kids, or just make do in mundane circumstances. Have them illuminate something about Europe or America in Africa. African characters should be colourful, exotic, larger than life—but empty inside, with no dialogue, no conflicts or resolutions in their stories, no depth or quirks to confuse the cause.

Describe, in detail, naked breasts (young, old, conservative, recently raped, big, small) or mutilated genitals, or enhanced genitals. Or any kind of genitals. And dead bodies. Or, better, naked dead bodies. And especially rotting naked dead bodies. Remember, any work you submit in which people look filthy and miserable will be referred to as the ‘real Africa’, and you want that on your dust jacket. Do not feel queasy about this: you are trying to help them to get aid from the West. The biggest taboo in writing about Africa is to describe or show dead or suffering white people.

Animals, on the other hand, must be treated as well rounded, complex characters. They speak (or grunt while tossing their manes proudly) and have names, ambitions and desires. They also have family values: see how lions teach their children? Elephants are caring, and are good feminists or dignified patriarchs. So are gorillas. Never, ever say anything negative about an elephant or a gorilla. Elephants may attack people’s property, destroy their crops, and even kill them. Always take the side of the elephant. Big cats have public-school accents. Hyenas are fair game and have vaguely Middle Eastern accents. Any short Africans who live in the jungle or desert may be portrayed with good humour (unless they are in conflict with an elephant or chimpanzee or gorilla, in which case they are pure evil).

After celebrity activists and aid workers, conservationists are Africa’s most important people. Do not offend them. You need them to invite you to their 30,000-acre game ranch or ‘conservation area’, and this is the only way you will get to interview the celebrity activist. Often a book cover with a heroic-looking conservationist on it works magic for sales. Anybody white, tanned and wearing khaki who once had a pet antelope or a farm is a conservationist, one who is preserving Africa’s rich heritage. When interviewing him or her, do not ask how much funding they have; do not ask how much money they make off their game. Never ask how much they pay their employees.

Readers will be put off if you don’t mention the light in Africa. And sunsets, the African sunset is a must. It is always big and red. There is always a big sky. Wide empty spaces and game are critical—Africa is the Land of Wide Empty Spaces. When writing about the plight of flora and fauna, make sure you mention that Africa is overpopulated. When your main character is in a desert or jungle living with indigenous peoples (anybody short) it is okay to mention that Africa has been severely depopulated by Aids and War (use caps).

You’ll also need a nightclub called Tropicana, where mercenaries, evil nouveau riche Africans and prostitutes and guerrillas and expats hang out.

Always end your book with Nelson Mandela saying something about rainbows or renaissances. Because you care. ■
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Two words- 'So true'.

- Cathy