Time To Unite and Heal America - President-Elect Joe Biden

#JoeBiden#JoeBidenKamalaHarris2020#President#POTUS#DemocracyRising@CNNPolitics@FoxNews@Oprah@HuffPost
"It’s time for #America to unite. And to heal.
We are the United States of America. And there’s nothing we can’t do, if we do it together."
- #PresidentElect @JoeBiden pic.twitter.com/81FNgSZUsx

— 247 Nigeria (@247nigeria) November 7, 2020

Our Unicorns Are Coming

Our Unicorns Are Coming

In January, I said this is the Year of the Unicorns and in spite of the unforeseen circumstances and unfortunate tragedies of the COVID-19 pandemic, my prediction has come to pass with the emergence of new Unicorns from Silicon Valley to Crypto Valley. And the acquisitions of fintech startups extended to Nigeria where Paystack was acquired by Stripe for US$200 million which is the biggest fintech acquisition in Nigeria after Visa invested US$200 million in  Interswitch last year, 2019.

To me PayStack is already a Unicorn, because it is worth over US$1billion. 

Paystack is backed by Visa and Tencent which owns Chinese superapp, WeChat. Equally, 

I also found out that Visa and Mastercard have invested in Flutterwave. Flutterwave has also secured an important partnership with Alipay. That makes it a potential Unicorn.

What I am more focused on is to see a Nigerian Unicorn in the social network and video streaming sector within four years. And that has seen me investing my incomes in the development of such tech startups and left me flat broke. 

But I am very optimistic that the first one will be rolling out soon. And the prospects are bright.

- Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima,

The CEO,

International Digital Post Network Limited

Publisher/Editor,

NOLLYWOOD MIRROR®Series

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Nigeria: #Nollywood, #Kannywood and the Academy Award for Best International Feature Film

Nigeria: #Nollywood, #Kannywood and the Academy Award for Best International Feature Film

It would be good to finally see a great Nigerian film qualify for the nominations of the highly esteemed prestigious Academy Award for Best International Feature Film (formerly called Best Foreign Language Film before 2020) of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS). It would be a historical milestone in the history of Nollywood, Kannywood and filmmaking in Nigeria. But it is good to make sure that Nigerian filmmakers have produced films that can qualify in content and context of the criteria for the qualification for the Best International Feature category.  

It is best to use the qualifications for the major international film festivals for the evaluations of the standards for the submission of the best Nigerian film. To me, only a Nigerian film that qualified for the Official Selections of the following film festivals should be submitted as Nigeria's entry for the Academy Award for Best International Feature:

1. Cannes Film Festival @festivaldecannes 

2. Venice International Film Festival @labiennale 

3. Toronto International Film Festival @tiff_net 

4. Berlin International Film Festival @berlinale 

5. International Film Festival Rotterdam @iffr 

6. Sundance Film Festival @sundanceorg and

7. Durban International Film Festival @durbaninternationalfilmfest .

Any Nigerian film that has failed to qualify for any of the above highly rated international film festivals should not be submitted to The Academy Awards for consideration for the Academy Award for Best International Feature Film competition. Because if a Nigerian film cannot qualify for the Official Selection of Cannes, Venice or Toronto, how can it qualify for the #Oscars?

We must have a benchmark for the selection of any Nigerian film in Pidgin English, Igbo or any other native Nigerian language for the Academy Award for Best International Feature.

- By Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima,

Publisher/Editor,

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The Highest Paid Nollywood Actors in Asaba

Asaba, the capital city of Delta State in the South-South region of Nigeria is the new hub of Nollywood, the first and largest indie film industry in Africa known for the productions of thousands of home videos. 

In Nollywood Rising: Welcome To Asaba, I said that the city has overtaken Lagos in the production of movies. And the highest paid actors (both male and female) in Asaba are among the highest paid and richest actors in Nollywood and the Nigerian film industry.  

The highest paid actors in Asaba, include Jerry Amilo, Yul Edochie, Zubby Michael, Mercy Johnson Okojie, Ebele Okaro, Ngozi Ezeonu, Patience Ozokwor, Chika Ike, Tonto Dikeh, Destiny Etiko, Mike Ezuruonye, Ken Erics Ugo, Stephen Emeka Odimgbe, Chacha Eke and Regina Daniels.

These actors are being paid between N1 million and N5 million per movie. And they are earning more money than several of the A-List actors in Lagos city.

- By Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima,

Publisher/Editor,

NOLLYWOOD MIRROR®Series

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#Nollywood Rising: Welcome To Asaba!

#Nollywood Rising: Welcome To Asaba!

Asaba is the capital of Delta State in Nigeria.

I call Asaba, the heartbeat of South-South of Nigeria.

Best Western Hotel.

Asaba has overtaken Lagos in the production of Nollywood movies. And the following articles have confirmed this significant development in the Nigerian film industry:

How Nollywood came to Asaba — RMD

https://www.vanguardngr.com/2014/03/nollywood-came-asaba-rmd/

Peace Anyiam-Osigwe urged cinema filmmakers to understudy the business model of Asaba filmmakers to be able to grow cinema audience.

https://www.pulse.ng/entertainment/movies/ignore-asaba-stars-at-your-peril-says-amaa-founder-peace-anyiam-osigwe-to-cinema/q5t59dk

Majority of Nigerians consider these movies we term ‘Asaba movies’ as the real ‘Nollywood.’ And most opinions people have of the industry are formed based on these mass movies.

The top people in the global film industry said: Every region has unique stories to tell. And I should encourage them to tell their stories first and not be hindered by the technical requirements for professional film production. That the first thing is to supply on demand, because it was the overwhelming quantity of Nollywood in the 1990s that attracted the rest of the world before the improvement in the quality. 

Asaba is reviving the acting careers of several veterans of Nollywood who have been sidelined in Lagos.

Dr. Ifeanyi Arthur Okowa, the executive Governor of Delta State is currently building the Asaba Film Village, the first film village in the South-South region of Nigeria.

It is important to report this outstanding development in the Nigerian film industry. I am doing it for the benefit of local and international interests in the Nigerian film industry and to make Asaba an international destination for film tourism.

- By Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima,

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Nigeria: Banji's Story by Adeleke Adeyemi

By Adeleke Adeyemi, winner of the Nigeria Prize  for Literature in 2011.

It is an African success story that the whole world can share! Banji's Story "...dramatizes the importance of growing food and returning to the earth, the sustainer of human life. A gifted storyteller, Adeleke Adeyemi explores the consciousness, emotions and actions of a child in a fascinating narrative distinguished by the simplicity of its themes, ideas, language and style. Indeed, this is a loveable and credible novel that endorses family cohesion and responsible parenting that would guide children to become imaginative, well-motivated and balanced individuals.” (Excerpt from Report of the Panel of Judges, The Nigeria Prize for Literature)

#EndSARS : Nigerian-Americans Lobby Congress for Sanctions Against the Nigerian Government

 

Nigerian-Americans Start Project to Lobby Congress and To Push for Sanctions Against the Nigerian Government in Response to the Killings of Peaceful Protesters

Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C. 
Oct 26, 2020, 18:34 WAT

WASHINGTON, Oct. 26, 2020 /PRNewswire/ -- Leaders from the newly formed October 20th, 2020 Project (The Project) have engaged Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C., a Washington, DC-based policy and advocacy advisory group, to gain U.S. Congressional and executive branch support for the End SARS and anti-corruption movement currently happening in Nigeria. The Project has also instructed Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C. to advocate for an investigation into the killings of peaceful End SARS and anti-corruption protestors and to push for Global Magnitsky Act sanctions against members of the Nigerian government responsible for the extrajudicial killings committed by the Nigerian Armed Forces before and after the October 20, 2020 massacre.


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"For years, the Nigerian government has murdered its people without any repercussions from the international community," said Nnamdi Nwachukwu, The Project's Media and Public Relations Lead. "The killings that occurred at Lekki Toll Gate showed the lengths the Nigerian government would go to silence the voices of innocent protestors. The Nigerian-American community is coming together to advocate on behalf of the End SARS and anti-corruption movement. We are grateful to work with an experienced partner like Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C., to help lead this effort."

"The United States has always been a beacon for freedom-loving people around the world. We stand with the End SARS and anti-corruption protestors in Nigeria as they fight for justice and democratic principles," said Karl Von Batten, Advisor at Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C.

Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C. specializes in bringing together subject matter experts, policy scientists, senior public relations experts, and former senior government advisors to solve its client's policy and business decision problems. With years of experience working with members of the United States Congress and the executive branch of the United States government, Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C. has the insights to provide clients with frank and straightforward advice and solutions. Find more information about Von Batten-Montague-York, L.C., at www.montagueyork.com.

The October 20, 2020 Project was started by Nigerian-Americans to push for congressional and executive branch support to send a clear message to the Nigerian government that the United States Government stands with millions of Nigerians seeking justice and an end to rampant corruption and extrajudicial killings. Find more information about The October 20, 2020 Project at www.october202020.com.

Contact: Dr. Karl Von Batten
Email: karl.vonbatten@montagueyork.com

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Fincho: The Making of the First Nigerian Film in Colour By Sam Zebba

 

Fincho: The Making of the First Nigerian Film in Colour By Sam Zebba

Sam Zebba directing "Fincho" in Nigeria. 

Many people have read about Sam Zebba's "Fincho", the first film shot in colour in Nigeria in 1955 and post production was done in the United States of America and it was released in 1957. But majority of Nigerians and others have little or no knowledge about the great filmmaker, Sam Zebba who passed away in Israel on February 27, 2016.

I have decided to publish this comprehensive documentary report on him, comprising his own memoir on how he made "Fincho"; an article on him before he passed on and a memorial tribute written by David (Dudi) Sebba published by www.esra-magazine.com.

What Sam Zebba documented on the circumstances of the events that occurred during the making of "Fincho" can be a fanstatic movie. And publishing it on a Nigerian website is important in recognition of the Nigerian cast and crew. They have made history and we must remember them in the history of Nigerian cinema. 

Fincho- Adventure in Nigeria 1955:

Adventure in the interior of Nigeria

One night in 1954, at the home of my London relatives, Boria and Rena Behrman, Boria showed some 8mm color footage he had taken at their timber concession in Nigeria. The Behrman family had been in the timber business for several generations, still in the ‘old country’ (Latvia), and the Nigeria concession was a new extension of their UK firm, Finch & Company. What I saw there was formidable. Giant trees were being felled in the jungle and hundreds of bare-handed African workers were pulling the heavy trunks through the mud.

I realized that this could be a starting point for an extraordinary documentary and perhaps even more than that. For some time I had felt a strong desire to move from the short film, my medium hitherto, to full-length form. If I could find a human story to fit into the tree felling process, perhaps the chance of realizing this was here.

Boria generously said I could stay in one of the bungalows built for the white staff at the concession, and film whatever I wanted. Admittedly, it would be foolhardy to go script-less into the unknown, but therein lay the challenge. And so, toward the end of the Central African rainy season in 1955, equipped with a 16mm Arriflex camera, a portable sound recording device, and a reasonable amount of Kodachrome color film, I set out on a flight to Lagos, the capital of Nigeria at the time, and from there, mostly over unpaved and ill-maintained dirt roads, passing through two enormous clusters of mud huts, Ibadan and Benin City, to the Finch timber concession in the faraway Kingdom of the Olowo (Ruler) of Owo.

The bungalow I was given was spacious, though the heat was unbearable. In the outdoor kitchen, an attendant called “house-boy” or “boy” for short, no matter what his age, was on duty 24 hours a day. Plagued at night by mosquitoes infiltrating my net, I could hear the house-boy in the kitchen slapping his back and shoulders incessantly, hunting the malaria-carrying little devils. He did not have the luxury of a mosquito net, nor did he have a bed.

With time I got used to the heat and humidity, and the mosquitoes at night. I almost managed to enjoy an imaginary air-conditioner before falling asleep - someone had kindheartedly handed me a copy of Sir Edmund Hillary’s and Tenzing Norgay’s "The Conquest of Everest", which kept me cool throughout my stay on the concession.

In Owo I met the Olowo, a big man amply robed in a manner quite inconsistent with the climate. His palace was a large two-storey mud structure painted white, and it seemed densely populated. “Who are all these people?” I enquired. “These are the King’s wives and children,” I was told.

Although I examined everything I saw as a potential focal point for the film’s story, I soon realized that neither the harsh colonial exploitation of the natives nor the social hierarchy of traditional African rulers would be my anchor. It was the tree-felling enterprise itself, and the impact this had on those caught in its advance.

My guide and mentor on the concession was an Englishman named Tony Lewis, the second-in-command at Finch and an old hand in the African timber trade. To the Africans he spoke a broken English, which I thought at first to be his own invention, but soon discovered this was genuine 'Pidgin,' a simplified English language in use there, delightful and humorous, and the only way the three main ethnic groups in Nigeria - Yoruba, Ibo, and Hausa - could communicate with each other. I promptly decided that wherever possible this would be the film’s language.

“I de go” was present tense. “I done go” was past. “I go go” was future. “Make you go bringam” was a command. Just a minute was “wait small.” Dialogue, such as “na whei he dei?” (now, where is he?) “he dei for house,” referred to either male, female, or neuter. Father was “Small Fahda,” while “Big Fahda” meant Grandfather. “Plenty palavah” was big trouble. Great satisfaction: “He de tickle me propa.” Disbelief: “na lie! You think you go deceive me like small boy?” Two Africans talking to a White Man: “Sah. Dis man, he be my brudda.” “Oh, really? Same mudda same fahda?” “No, Sah. My brudda.”

A most impressive man was the concession’s CEO. A WW2 ex-military man with a hyphenated name, Gordon Parry-Holroyd seemed the quintessence of a gentleman and servant  of the Empire. He had a family and a cottage in the Midlands of England, but after the war, preferred the wilds of Africa to life in civilization. He was a mix of tenacity and gentleness, reminiscent of Conrad’s Lord Jim, with a tinge of a "Heart of Darkness".

Slowly the story I was looking for began to materialize in my mind. The protagonist would be a young African torn between the preservation of age-old traditions and the acceptance of encroaching modernization. His final choice would ultimately be his embracing the modern world.

To tell the story, other characters would have to be created. Representing the conservative view would be the village’s spiritual leader, the feared and angry Jujuman. Pitted against him would be the young schoolmaster who champions progress and enlightenment. Into the village enters a white timber extractor, “Mistah” Finch, who persuades the village chief to allow the felling of trees, but is refused permission to hire local labor. Our protagonist, eager to marry his girl but perpetually short of the needed dowry to buy her from her father, starts working for the White Man in spite of the proscription. Called now “Fincho” because he is “dancing around with the White Man”, he becomes something of a leader, many young men joining him. But when new earth- moving equipment is brought in to replace the local labor, violence is about to erupt against the White Man. It is Fincho who succeeds in calming the uprising, renewing the work, and thus bringing about momentous change in his community. He even triggers an understanding between the Jujuman and the schoolmaster.

The film would alternate between scenes of direct dialogue and voice-over narration, and the narrator would be Fincho himself. Many of the scenes would show local color, like at the market or at the Chief’s court, and the awesome tree-felling process would be followed in detail. Some scenes, like Fincho’s engagement in negotiations between the two families, or the naming ceremony of his first-born, were actually written out in detail by the cast and crew on rainy days when shooting was impossible.

It is my conviction that any work of fiction contains, or should contain, a message, a moral if you like, implied or explicit, that makes the story relevant. Writing this account more than 50 years after the event, I would be hard put today to vehemently defend the story’s point of view. Unfortunately, the price of deforestation and the resulting ills to society and to the planet have proven to be much higher than at first conceived, yet sadly the process goes on as before.

Clearly, a lot of thought and time is required to turn a skeleton of a story into a detailed plan, a full screenplay with dialogue written out. Simultaneously a production crew had to be trained, the actors cast, scene locations determined, costumes and props chosen, a story board devised, and a shooting schedule worked out before shooting could actually begin.

The production crew, kept to a minimum, consisted of four young local men who, obviously, had no previous connection to film-making. Samson Orhokpocha, a natural organizer, became a sort of Production Manager. Michael Nwaitabo, whose job was to carry the camera and tripod, became Assistant Cameraman. Sound recordist was Sunday Obende. He recorded the dialogue scenes, albeit as cue tracks only, for later dubbing in the studio. He also recorded the felling of trees, which sounded like heavy cloth being torn slowly, followed after the fall by a symphony of terrified animals and birds. Although sound effects were later added in the studio, Sunday’s work was extraordinary in itself. The fourth member of the crew was Rufus Atangbayila, who carried lightweight tin-foil reflectors to lighten the shadows, particularly in close-up shots. The whole picture would be shot in daylight, so no electric lighting equipment was needed.

Casting was not always easy or smooth, at times illuminating the tribal atmosphere of life deep in the jungle. Early in the production, looking for a suitable Fincho, I found a healthy-looking young man on the concession, named Aladdi. We shot some tests with him, which were sent to a London film lab for development. It took weeks before a print came back, during which Aladdi fell mysteriously ill, and soon died. Rumor had it that someone had wished him dead, presumably over an issue with a woman, and that he had died of a juju. Having been a popular figure in the community, Aladdi’s death was much talked about. One fellow on a trip to Benin City said he had seen him there alive, and another had met and spoken with him in faraway Ibadan. Both reported that Aladdi looked healthy and was well dressed, and would soon come back to close the account with his murderer.

At the compound there stood a large board built of wooden planks painted white, which served as a movie screen, and some distance away was a hut with an old 16mm projector in it. From time to time rented feature films were shown to the workers as a bonus. When the test including Aladdi arrived, I decided to run it for the crew after dark. Word leaked fast, and quickly several hundred Africans assembled there. It was a still, moonless night, and when Aladdi’s image appeared on the board in full color, a terrified hush fell over the audience. Someone screamed, women hid their babies, others fled. “He finally came back,” my crew explained to me as we dismantled the test, “and tonight he will find the man who killed him.”

My remonstration that it was only his image we saw convinced no one. In truth, it was I who felt uncomfortable that evening.

When Aladdi had fallen ill, and I suggested that he see a doctor, he said only a black man could cure him. When his condition deteriorated, and I offered to take him to them mission hospital, half a day’s drive away, he said, “If I go to a white doctor, I shall die.” I persisted, perhaps too strongly, and when we arrived at the small hospital the only doctor there, a youngish German with a heavy accent, said I should leave Aladdi there for a few days.

After some 10 days without a sign of Aladdi, I drove to the hospital again. “Good zat you come,” the doctor welcomed me, “your man is just now dying.” Indeed, in the ward Aladdi lay dying. “What of?” I demanded. “We gave him every test,” the doctore explained “All negative. There is a lot we don’t know about African diseases and Juju. And we cannot perform autopsies because we have no refrigeration. Do you want to take the body back with you or should we bury him in the mission graveyard?” I stayed till after the burial, and when I got back to the outpost, there was no need to say anything. Mysteriously, everyone already knew the sad news.

Whether by power of the Juju or by plain coincidence, during the night of the screening a thunderstorm broke out over the outpost, and next morning half the compound’s thatched roofs were gone. The crew informed me that Aladdi had been there and had found his killer. After that, Aladdi no longer returned to the living.

The role of Fincho finally went to Patrick Akponu, a conductor on the Lagos-Owo bus line, which was actually an open truck. He was a proud young tribesman from Onitsha, on the Niger River. Would he like to work on a film? Yes, he would. Could he read English? Yes, he had gone to school until his father had died, though his education had never been completed. A week later he came to the concession. He wore no shoes and ate with his fingers and he was natural and friendly. While learning his lines, he suddenly exclaimed, “I did this before, in the village school.” “You did what?” I asked. “Shakespeare,” he said. And while I marveled at the sound of this word coming from his lips, he stood up, looked about as if confronting an audience, and said boldly, “Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears,” and broke into a hearty laugh. At that moment I knew I was lucky, and indeed it became a pleasure to work with him.

For the role of Fincho’s Girl I found a charming, expressive young girl named Amukpe. Only when I handed her the dialogue lines, it turned out she was illiterate. Her role went to a young vocalist from a band in Lagos, who could read English, memorize her lines, and act them out without effort. Her name was Comfort Ajilo.

Casting the White Man was a bit of a problem, the supply of candidates being so narrow. The only man who looked the part was the concession’s CEO, who, I feared, would decline considering his status and responsibilities. When in desperation I turned to Gordon Parry-Holroyd, he accepted with great pleasure, and filled his part conscientiously and convincingly.

To play the Jujuman I approached the real fellow, who spoke no English. His part, however, did not require it, Yoruba being sufficient, and it would add authenticity to his character. The problem arose when, after several rehearsals of a shot, as soon as the camera started rolling he would freeze completely and just stand still. One of the onlookers, a lean middle-aged man, jumped in to show him what to do. His name was Adebayo Fuwa, and in the end he got the part.

Two cast members actually played themselves - the schoolmaster, Bashiru Abibu, a bright and obliging fellow who invested in his part the same commitment he had for his profession; and Chief Adedigba, the village chief. There were also Mistah Finch’s driver, Gabriel Adebisi, forever busy polishing the boss’s LandRover, Fincho’s Father Pa, George Agho, the girl’s father, Augustine Ihonde, and a white woman on the compound who played Finch’s wife joining him in the jungle, a non-speaking and therefore a non-credited part. 

Those were days before zoom lenses, and if one wanted a moving shot, one could only pan sideways or tilt up and down. To heighten intimacy by moving in slowly, imperceptibly, on a close-up or a two-shot, one needed a dolly. We built one, using two bicycles with a platform between them.

Shooting the felling of trees was particularly dramatic. The fellers always knew which way the giant trees would fall, and directed us where to place the camera for safety. Once, however, their calculation fell short. I was filming the beginning of a fall, concentrating on the trunk at the tree’s base and expecting it to fall away from us, when suddenly, amid frenzied shouting, camera and tripod were grabbed away from me as the huge mass above was crashing down toward me. There was barely time to escape when, like in a nightmare, I discovered my foot was stuck in the undergrowth. It was only a split second between the crew pulling me free from my shoe and the mammoth trunk hitting the ground. A Kingdom for a Horse? A Shoe for a Life.

All in all I spent six months in “the interior”. Except for the test with Aladdi, I saw no rushes in Africa, relying rather on the lab reports from London than having the material shipped out. I left many friends in the Kingdom of Owo, black and white. In particular Fincho remained dear to my heart. I sent him several packages and books, and hoped he would advance to a better life than he had had before. This did not come to pass. Within a month or two, one of my letters to him was returned with an official stamp “Deceased.”

The next stage was the editing and finishing of the film. This took place in Los Angeles, where I had an assistantship teaching film at UCLA, my Alma Mater. Editing was made easy as I had kept the entire film on story board, which I had updated daily during shooting. All I had to do now was to arrange the shots in sequence, and fine cut. I rounded up several Nigerian students at the university for the dubbing of voices, and was elated, amid raucous laughter, to practice Pidgin again. The dialogue and the narration of Fincho’s voice I dubbed myself. Even the short Fincho song, words written by well-known lyricist Sid Robin, I sang and recorded with a small Mexican band. As befits an almost budget-less home production, I cut the negative myself.

Film, I believe, can be made more suggestive by the use of images and sounds not necessarily connected to the scene at hand, much like metaphors in language.

When, for example, Fincho and his girl, alone in an empty riverbed, discuss their future, a close shot of a tropical bird overhearing their conversation appears momentarily.

This is not a planned shot in the screenplay, but an editing idea, and

the short clip of the bird is purchased from a ‘stock library’ in the film capital. When Fincho, riding with the timber down the river, reaches the ocean freighter, which he sees for the first time, we hear the big ship sounding its horn. This would not happen in reality, but the sound effect adds a dimension to the scene.

A kindly Hollywood composer, Alexander Laszlo, offered to compose and record an original score for the film. I was not convinced that a symphonic score was the most appropriate addition to the film, thinking a small combo or a single African instrument would be better. Eventually I was persuaded that a big orchestration would add stature to the film, an assumption I still question in my mind to this day. In any event, I had brought with me recordings of what was known as Lagos Highlife, and Laszlo adapted the syncopated rhythms with his own melody as the leitmotiv of the film, including that of the Fincho song. For the title background sheets, art student Shelley Schoenberg drew actual key scenes from the film in ink and color, to familiarize the viewer subliminally with coming events.

The final cut ran 75 minutes, a bit short perhaps for a feature, but better, I thought, than dragging it out another five or six minutes and slowing down the pace. My shooting ratio (the ratio between exposed stock to that actually used in the finished film) was 3:1, an efficient rate, made possible by the use of a detailed story board, and also by the necessity to be prudent. The net running time of finished film achieved during the shooting period was about one minute per shooting day, not a bad yield at all.

Deeply moved at the time by the enormously popular singer and black activist, Harry Belafonte, I boldly wrote him to ask if he would consider adding an introduction to the film. To my surprise he responded. He would gladly see the film, and suggested that I come to Las Vegas, where he was appearing nightly in one of the leading hotels, and show him the film. Packing a Movieola (a somewhat bulky editing machine with a small screen) and the “work-print” of the not quite finished film into my car, I drove to Nevada. Belafonte saw the film in his hotel room and agreed on the spot to cooperate. We made a date to meet at a small New York studio a few weeks later, and filmed Belafonte delivering a short address I had prepared. He did this entirely on a voluntary basis.

My Nigerian gamble thus worked out beyond my wildest dreams. After the film was completed, a most touching accolade came in the form of an unsolicited letter written by three leading Hollywood figures to the Production Head of 20th Century Fox, calling his attention to my work. The three renowned signatories were screenwriter, Norman Corwin, director Fred Zinnemann and composer Bernard Herrmann. I shall forever remain grateful for their munificence. Lastly, I also deepened a lifelong friendship with the Behrmans, who made it all possible.

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Esra Magazine. 

#EndSARS Violence : The Solution and the Way Forward

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Video: Survivor of Lekki Toll Gate EndSARS Massacre Speaks

 

DJ Switch, who was one of the speakers for the #EndSARS protests at the Lekki Toll Gate in Lagos finally speaks out for the first time since she luckily survived the Lekki Toll Gate Massacre of the Nigerian youths on Tuesday night of October 20, 2020. The young human rights activists were having a peaceful protest against the rampant cases of horrifying police brutality and extra judicial killings of crime suspects and innocent people in Nigeria.

The End SARS is a decentralised social movement against police brutality in Nigeria. The slogan calls for an end to the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS), a controversial unit of the Nigerian Police Force with a long record of human-rights abuses.

The protests started in 2017 as a Twitter campaign using the hashtag #ENDSARS to demand the Nigerian government disband and reform the police unit.