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Yeah, you read right. Hollywood storylines are wack! No doubt, Hollywood has greatly improved over the years. CGI particularly has taken the industry to another level. We’ve taken Hollywood to the highest pedestal, making comparisons to other movie industries and found them wanting. But let’s face it. The American movie industry isn’t perfect either. And one of its glaring aspects of imperfections in the world’s best movie industry is the storylines. Here are why: 1. INCREASING LACK OF ORIGINALITY Nollywood is not the only industry guilty of copying. Almighty Hollywood is very guilty as well. The industry has entertained us with fresh, original stories such as Titanic, Shawshank Redemption, Harry Potter series, Fast and Furious franchise etc in the past. However, Hollywood movies of recent years have fallen significantly short of originality. It is so bad that the filmmakers have resorted to re-making classics to fill the void. We have seen the live re-makes of Jungle Book, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King etc. Even The Amazing Spider, a re-make of Spider Man is not as good as the original. Some of these remakes are such as Dolittle tanked at the box office. So sad. 2. INCREASING LACK OF VARIETIES OF GENRES We have enjoyed different classic genres of movies in the past. While we enjoyed super hero comics like Captain America, Spider Man etc, we have also enjoyed Top Gun, Jerry Maguire, A Few Good Men, Mean Girls, Sister Act, Bad Boys, Big Mamma etc. But nowadays, we seem not to see such varieties anymore. Hollywood filmmakers are mostly focusing on showing off sexy-as-hell-in-their-leather-costume superheroes. That is why Marvel Universe’s Avengers franchise, X-Men franchise etc and DC Comics’ Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Badass, Shazam, Justice League are dominating the screen. What happened to the other genres, Hollywood? Are they going into extinction? 3. MAKING HORRIBLE SEQUELS Due to lack of originality, Hollywood seems to be making a lot of sequels. Most of these sequels are nothing like the originals. Some sequels are so horrible that they threaten to spoil our fond memories of the originals. We have box office flops like Hellboy, Independence Day Resurgence, GhostBusters, Glass, The Grudge, Batman and Robin etc. Screenwriters should do better with their Hollywood storylines. What we see these days are mostly annoying. In conclusion, with the way things are going, time will come when Hollywood will only depend on past glory. Meanwhile, Nollywood should take advantage of that and attract more followership with fresher and more original storylines. Hollywood storylines are wack! For more interesting posts, visit www.litafrik.com |
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Africa Magic is a collection of channels that showcase original programmes from Africa. A brand owned by M-Net, Africa Magic boasts of seven channels such as Africa Magic Family, Africa Magic Urban, Africa Magic showcase, Africa magic Epic, Africa Magic Hausa, Africa Magic Yoruba and Africa Magic Igbo. Honestly, Africa Magic should be credited for taking Nollywood shows to the next level. We have one of the best platforms to showcase our entertaining shows. Here are the top 10 Africa Magic lockdown shows: 1. BIG BROTHER NAIJA LOCKDOWN This is the trending show on Africa Magic right now. Big Brother Naija is a reality TV show from the Big Brother franchise where 12 to 21 contestants live in an isolated house together for a period of time and the winner takes home the cash prize and other prizes. For the 2020 Big Brother Naija Lockdown, the winner will take home 30 million naira, a brand new SUV from Innoson Motors, two-bedroom flat, trips to Dubai, Dublin and to watch UEFA Champions league Finale, home appliances, one year supply of Indomie noodles, Munch it chin-chin, Colgate toothpaste and one year supply of Pepsi. Just as the season’s lockdown title, the show is one of the best Africa Magic lockdown shows. 2. TINSEL Tinsel is Nigeria’s most successful TV show. The show tells the story of two big companies fighting for dominance in Nollywood. Starring big stars like Victor Olaotan, Iretiola Doyle, Linda Ejiofor and others, Tinsel is often praised as a show that revolutionized Nollywood. Tinsel is one of Nigeria’s longest shows with 13 seasons over the span of 10 years. 3. JEMEJI Africa Magic - Jemeji Jemeji is a story about a young girl who returns to Nigeria for NYSC and was pleasantly surprised to be posted to her father’s village only to quickly discover that her dream was quickly becoming a nightmare. Although, the series has since been concluded, it was re-aired during the coronavirus lockdown mostly due to its popularity. Jemeji remains one of the best shows that ever aired on Nigerian TV. 4.MY FLATMATES My Flatmates is a very hilarious comedy about four friends sharing an apartment and hustling daily for a better life for themselves. The cast alone will make you fall from your seat in laughter. The show starrs Bright Okpocha aka Basket Mouth, Steve Onu, Onyebuchi Ojieh aka Buchi, Emmanuel Ikubese etc. It is definitely one of the best Africa magic lockdown shows. 5. THE JOHNSONS The Johnsons is a family comedy series that focuses on an average Nigerian family and the challenges they face. The uniqueness of the series stems from the fact each story mirrors what happens in real life especially in the Nigerian middle class families. You can say the show gained its popularity by telling funny but relatable Nigerian family stories. This is why it made our list of best Africa Magic lockdown shows. 6. HUSH Hush is a Nigerian telenovela that tells the story of powerful players of fashion and politics living in Lagos. The show started in 2016 and starrs stars like Richard Mofe Damijo (RMD), Ada Laoye, Okagbue Chris etc. Hush is really a classy series to watch. 7. BATTLEGROUND This is the Game of Thrones of Nollywood Africa Magic series. The show tells an intense story about a family whose love was tested in a battle for power after a tragedy struck. The show started in 2017 and it is the perfect series to watch in this lockdown. 8. HALITA Halita is a Nigerian telenovela that shows on Africa Magic family. Set in Northern Nigeria, Halita tells the story of young woman who runs away from her village and an unsuitable suitor only to find herself in another drama with a powerful family in the city. It is a very intriguing series that everyone should watch. 8. COMEDY NITES Comedy Nites is a stand-up comedy show that showcases performances by upcoming comedians. These performances are very new and refreshingly different. The show is hosted by Ik Osakioduwa. If you want to laugh and forget your sorrows in this lockdown, just tune in on this show every Friday night. 9. BRETHREN Brethren is a crime thriller that explores crimes in Lagos State, Nigeria. Two adopted brothers grow up living different lives. One turns to crime while the other is a law enforcement officer. Brethren is an action-packed story of love, brotherhood, family and allegiances that are continuously tested. Very perfect for this lockdown. 10. TURN UP FRIDAY WITH PEPSI If you are a lover of Nigerian musuc, this show is for you. Turn up Friday With Pepsi is a music party with top DJ’s entertaining us with Naija jams on TV. Sponsored by Pepsi and hosted by Do2tun, the show was designed to be a replacement for clubbing and partying since the coronavirus lockdown has cancelled such outdoor activities. So turn up on friday and enjoy the best of Naija music with a chilled bottle of Pepsi. Do you agree with our list? What are your top 10 Africa Magic lockdown shows? For more interesting articles, visit www.litafrik.com |
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edoairways:I agree. But sometimes those wacky movies came from the filmmakers' demands. And a screenwriter must put food on the table |
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edoairways: Not all screenwriters have the opportunity to sell to multichoice |
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Nollywood has come under various ridicule for mediocre movies. The major point of contention is Nollywood storylines. A lot of people blame screenwriters for these wack storylines. But it may interest you to know that it may not always be their fault. Here are reasons why? 1. STORY IDEAS ARE VERY LIMITED First of all, due to the way the industry is structured, it is difficult to find a screenwriter who is interested in buying a screenplay especially if you’re new. If you do find one, you will quickly realize you don’t have the luxury to let your imagination run wild. You see, most Nollywood filmmakers are scared of thinking outside the box. Hence, a screenwriter must follow suit if he or she wants to put food on the table. This is why we have a lot of copy-copy in the industry. Once a person starts a successful trend, others follow until another risks starting something new and coming out successful. In fact, the new trend is most Nollywood storylines revolve around very few characters. In IrokoTV for instance, some don’t have up to five characters in one movie. Tips for Nollywood screenwriters, if you can write a screenplay that has just one character, you will see filmmakers falling over themselves to get your screenplay. It may look good on paper, whether it will equally turn out good on screen is another matter. This is not to say one can’t write an interesting screenplay with few characters. But when it is too much, it becomes monotonous and boring. Unfortunately, that is what we witness in Nollywood movies. 2. MOST NOLLYWOOD FILMMAKERS CANNOT AFFORD FANTASTIC SCREENPLAYS Why Nollywood storylines are wack So you have finally found filmmaker who is interested in your screenplay. Your screenplay is the bomb. It can sweep up all the awards in the industry. You know it, the filmmakers knows it as well. Then he or she offers you a price that will wound your soul. Remember all the sacrifices you had to make to create this wonderful work of art. The painstaking research, sleepless nights, talking to yourself like a madman, etc. And the filmmaker is offering you 50k or even 20k for your efforts. This is what screenwriters go through in the industry and this is why Nollywood storylines are wack. The industry doesn’t encourage screenwriters to go the extra miles at all. Imagine being paid peanuts for pouring your heart and soul in your screenplay. Omo, next time you will not want to try at all. You will just write and ok script and sell. Why bother going the extra mile while you can just sell a wacky script for the same price? 3. LAST MINUTE RE-WRITING OF A SCREENPLAY WITHOUT THE SCREENWRITER’S KNOWLEDGE You have finally done it. After all the hassles of negotiations and re-writing your screenplay to suit the filmmakers demands which often means starting from the beginning, you have finally sold it. Then the movie is made and released. And you relax in your living room with your popcorn and drink to watch your story unfold on the screen. You’re bursting with pride especially when you’re watching with family and friends. You can’t wait to tell them what inspired each scene you wrote. And… boom. You can’t believe what you’re watching. You’re like “wait a minute, this is not my script at all. Well, it looks like my script but this isn’t how I wrote it.” What happened? While you were busy glowing and congratulating yourself for successfully writing and selling your screenplay, the filmmaker and director are making last minute adjustments to cut budget. They keep adjusting and cutting out scenes until the end product is the nonsense you’re watching on screen that makes you wince and deny you wrote the screenplay. To make matters worse, your name will be boldly written as the screenwriter, spoiling your reputation. These are the reasons why Nollywood storylines are wack. Next time you see a Nollywood movie with a wacky storyline, be careful when you blame the screenwriter. For more interesting articles, visit www.litafrik.com |
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Last time, we talked about story ideas Nollywood filmmakers want. If you haven't read it, please go to https://www.litafrik.com/10-nollywood-story-ideas-that-filmmakers-want/ Anyway, we got a lot of feedback with some readers saying those story ideas are old and overused and should be discarded for new ones. While we all agree that Nollywood is in desperate need of fresh ideas, let us not forget that there are certain factors that can make them seem impossible. Nollywood filmmakers aren’t blind to public demand. They simply go for what can profit them most in the filmmaking business. Therefore, there are certain story ideas that they shy away from. Not because they aren’t good enough, but because these filmmakers can’t see how they can benefit from them in the present Nigerian system. Let’s discuss the top twelve story ideas that Nollywood filmmakers don’t want, shall we? 1. POLITICAL ACTIVISM AND PROPAGANDA In present Nigeria, making a political movie is like setting yourself up for trouble. And by political movies, we mean activism and propaganda. It’s not like Nollywood filmmakers don’t do political movies. It is because the backlash that comes from those it may concern is usually not worth the effort. So the best they can do is tread softly. They might touch on a serious political subject, but they don’t go deep into it. Making a political movie criticizing Presidential Elections rigging and calling on mass revolution, for instance, will not go down well with some persons in high places. If the Nigerian Censors Board doesn’t get you, the people in high places surely will. Nobody likes wahala, especially political. So, Nollywood filmmakers stay away from making movies solely based on politics. 2. TRIBALISM OR ETHNIC CONFLICT Like politics, tribalism is a very sensitive subject to touch in Nigeria. In fact, some say Nigeria is a sham marriage that Lord Luggard forced on independent ethnic groups. Chimamanda Adichie’s adapted novel was initially banned by the censors board primarily because of this. Half Of A Yellow Sun is deeply rooted in the Nigeria-Biafra civil war which is still a very sore subject even after the war had ended almost fifty years ago. According to the Nigerian Censors Board, Adichie’s movie might incite violence in the country. Hence, Nollywood filmmakers don’t attempt the subject. If they must, it has to be light and funny and must show how our different ethnic backgrounds bind us together, which in reality, is the opposite. 3. INTER-RELIGIOUS CONFLICT There are three major religions in Nigeria – Christianity, Islam and Indigenous Traditional Worship. While Nollywood filmmakers don’t have problems showing how indigenous traditional religion is being gradually wiped out by the other religions, talking about the conflict between Christianity and Islam is different ball game. It is very dangerous. As a matter of fact, inter-religious conflict has taken countless lives. All it takes to start a religious war is someone saying a little derogatory word about another’s religion and it’s on. Nollywood filmmakers know this and they avoid it completely. Making an inter-religious conflict movie is a no-go area for them, except they want to answer unsavory questions on why their movies incited the public into religious violence. 4. CRIME/ACTION FLICKS Don’t get this wrong. Nollywood filmmakers do make detective movies, but the other aspects of the action genre is beyond them. Even the detective movies aren’t as action packed as Hollywood movies. Making a detective movie that can rival Sherlock Holmes or gangster movie like the John Wick franchise is a little too much for our filmmakers to handle. They can do it. Only it takes a lot of time and resources which most of the filmmakers don’t have. 5. SUPERHEROES SAVING THE WORLD Err… that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Just imagine a Nollywood movie where a character puts on a suit like Iron Man or Captain America, in this case Captain Nigeria and goes off saving the world. It’s not going to work. Not with a sparse resources that filmmakers have. If as a screenwriter you’re inspired to write a superhero screenplay, biko use your own money or find a partner who shares your idea and do it. Don’t wait for Nollywood filmmakers to do it for you. They can’t. Not at this level. 6. FUTURISTIC SCI-FI If you’re aware of Niyi Akinmolayan’s Kajola, you will understand why sci-fi movies in Nollywood can only be a topic of discussion. Futuristic sci-fi deals with life and technological advancement in the future. It is a very expensive project. Niyi Akinmolayan spent a hundred million naira, the biggest Nollywood budget movie project in 2016 in making Kajola. But the box office was disappointing. Nollywood filmmakers are generally careful about funds. And Kajola’s failure at the box office will not endear sci-fi movies in their hearts. 7. SPACE SCI-FI If Nollywood Filmmakers can’t make movies about the future, is the sci-fi about space they can make? The answer is no. Hollywood’s space franchise like Star Wars and Star Trek are movie lovers’ favorite. But it will take a while before a Nollywood Filmmaker will ever consider turning the idea into a reality. Nollywood isn’t technologically advanced enough. 8. FANTASY WORLD STORIES We all love Game Of Thrones, Lord Of The Rings and Harry Porter series. A lot of us would say we want it replicated in Nollywood. Unfortunately, Nollywood filmmakers aren’t equipped to do that for now. Fantasy stories are crazily expensive and require CGI that Nollywood is skilled enough to make. So we’re just going to content ourselves on writing stories on village witches and marine spirits. 9. ZOMBIE/VAMPIRE HORROR FLICKS Have you seen a Nollywood vampire or zombie movie? You will either hover laughing your head off or wanting to punch someone in the face. Again, an average Nigerian movie lover ‘s mentality is, “we cannot come and suffer in real life, and then suffer horror in movies we paid to make us happy”. Yeah, we can see why horror movies aren’t that popular in Nigeria. And we already know Nollywood filmmakers go where they make money most. 10. DEADLY EPIDEMIC ACTION FLICKS This idea refers to stories that talk about the spread of deadly diseases that can wipe out some part of the population. As far as we know, 93 Days, a story about the Ebola Epidemic in Nigeria, is an only epidemic movie Nollywood has produced. But even the movie isn’t filled with action. Instead, it maintains a soft steady pace. Nollywood filmmakers aren’t capable of making action movies not to talk of action packed epidemic movie like World War Z. 11. LEGAL DRAMA Nollywood filmmakers do movies that are associated with law. But they are only part of a much larger story. Legal drama isn’t usually the main genre in a Nollywood movie. We don’t know why haven’t veered into it yet. It’s not like they are too expensive to make compared to action and fantasy movies. Somehow, Nollywood filmmakers aren’t interested in stories that revolve around the legal system only. 12. ANIMATIONS Hollywood animations are so advanced that it will take years for Nollywood to catch up. Animations, or what the lay man calls cartoons are mostly regarded for children. Only Nigerian comedians seem to be interested in it for their comedy flicks. For Nollywood, that’s an unexplored territory. So far, the problem isn’t story ideas. It is the technology. Like we said before, Nollywood is not technologically advanced enough yet. However, we should note that Nollywood has improved there stories in recent times. Hence, it is not far fetched to assume that these story ideas will grace our screens someday. Do you know more story ideas that Nollywood filmmakers don’t want? Tell us in the comment section. See you there! For more on screenwriting and other very interesting stories, please visit www.litafrik.com 1 Like |
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Final Episode “What!” Ify exclaimed in shock. Johnson nodded solemnly. “Yes.” “She’s going to marry him! What are we doing here? We need to stop her!” “We will. It’s just… I thought we’ll have enough time to complete your training. Well, we don’t have a choice. Lucky for us, tonight is full moon. Her pythons will prowl.” “Her pythons? I thought they’re too sacred to come out.” “They are the mother pythons, the symbols of her power. That is why some communities don’t kill pythons. It grieves the mother pythons which in turn grieves the queen and incurs her wrath. If we must get to her realm, we must get them out of the way. And what better way to do that than when they are out?” “Ok.” Ify said, somewhat reassured. “Good. It’s settled then. We’ll strike tonight.” Then night came. As Johnson predicted, it was the full moon. It was also an eerie night, a night of reckoning. Johnson was already packed and ready as he waited for Ify on the front porch. He had two back packs. One for him, one for Ify. He was checking the bags, making sure everything was ready and nothing was left out when Beatrice came out. Since his last confession, she had deliberately avoided him. Even when they had occasionally met face to face, she pretended she didn’t see him, that he didn’t exist. He was pretty sure she would have thrown him out of the house if not for Ify. Now she was staring at him at her front porch. He didn’t know what to make of it. Had she come to wish him the fieriest part of hell? “Everything is ready. I’m just waiting for Ify.” He said, breaking the awkward silence. She nodded but didn’t speak. Instead, she stared out into the night. Johnson wanted to talk to her but for the life of him, he didn’t know what to say. It was already enough that she wanted his head on a platter. He didn’t want to say anything that would trigger her to make it a reality. So, the awkward silence dragged on. Finally, she looked at him and said. “Before you go, I just want to say that I forgive you for what you did to me and… and Nene… That’s all.” She turned to get back into the house. “Beatrice.” He called softly. She turned back to face him. “Words can’t describe how sorry I am for everything. I want you to know that if I could go back to change things, I would, I shouldn’t have left you for Sharon. I will regret that for the rest of my life. And I am very grateful to you for finding it in your heart to forgive me. You don’t know how much it means to me.” Beatrice’s glistened with tears as she smiled her forgiveness. Ify entered and glanced between them. “Am I interrupting?” Beatrice chuckled and wiped her tears. “No dear. Are you ready?” “Yes ma.” Ify replied. Beatrice hugged her tenderly. “Be careful. Take care of yourself, okay?” “I will.” Ify replied softly. Beatrice let her go and faced Johnson. To his greatest surprise, she hugged him too. “Good luck, Johnson.” She said. Johnson was speechless. It took him a moment to hug her back. He closed his eyes to savor the moment. God, how he missed her. In that moment, the regret of all the wasted years washed over him. How he wished he never met Sharon. Never met the queen. By now, he could have lived a happy life. Nene would have lived and may be had brothers and sisters. But all these could never be, because of his stupid mistake. Johnson gulped. “Thank you. She’ll come back safely. I’ll make sure of that.” “And you too.” Beatrice said. Johnson smiled. “I’ll try.” They broke the embrace and Johnson turned to Ify who was watching them with tears in her eyes. “Ready, young lady?” He asked, his eyes shining with new found joy. “I am.” She replied, sniffing. “Good. Let’s go.” They went into Beatrice’ car and drove into the night while Beatrice waved them goodbye... Read the rest of the final episode at https://www.litafrik.com/vanquished-final-episode-python-dance-to-freedom/ |
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Cast: Jamal Ibrahim, Jemima Osunde, Charles Etuebiebi, Jude Chukwuka, Chris Iheuwa and Kehinde Fasuyi. Crew: Producer: Adekola ‘Nodash’ Adejuyigbe Director: Adekola ‘Nodash’ Adejuyigbe The Delivery Boy is a thriller from Something Unusual Studios. It is now showing in cinemas nationwide. A runaway teenage suicide bomber unexpectedly teams up with a young prostitute for an all night quest to discover what makes them who they are. The story begins with Amir whose birth name in the movie is Joseph, played by Jamal Ibrahim. He escapes his terrorist cell and goes on an all night long suicide revenge mission with an impromptu partner, Nkem played by Jemima Osunde. UPSIDE The Delivery Boy is not your typical Nollywood movie. Nollywood tends to shy away from telling a story of this kind due to one reason or the other. But not this one. Nodash took the bull by the horns and told some truths that should have been told a long time ago in our movies. The Delivery Boy is a bold attempt to showcase what the Nigerian society has turned into – selfish, heartless, religiously brainwashed and hypocritical. Although the setting of the movie is not clearly specified, everything about it points somewhere in the North, particularly Maiduguri which in real life has been ravaged by the Boko Haram insurgency. Through the eyes of these poor characters, we see the rot in the society and how victims have to rely on themselves to survive. There is a common belief that darkness is evil. The Delivery Boy is shot in the dark – all night till dawn- to signify the main characters’ tortured souls. In a short time of slightly above an hour, The Delivery Boy drops important issues for us to mull over: Islamic Fundamentalism: 200 hundred school girls from Chibok Borno State, North east Nigeria, were abducted by Boko Haram sparking global outrage. Before then, hundreds of people have been bombed all over the north east by these insurgents. And till this day, they haven’t been effectively stopped. Islamic fundamentalism is a real dreadful thing which has cost a lot of lives. The Delivery Boy gives us a peek at what insurgency really looks like. However, it chooses to tell the story from a different angle by letting us see things from the eyes of a former insurgent. After watching Amir’s chronicle of how he came to be a terrorist, we now know that maybe the people who have fallen the hands of these terrorists aren’t the only victims. Maybe the insurgents are victims as well. Victims of religious brainwashing by those who heartlessly loot and kill in the name of Islam but really to enrich themselves. Sexual abuse and violence: Sexual abuse is an undesired behavioral global phenomenon. Today, we are aware that abusers are usually very close to the victims. Maybe a relative or a friend. In Nkem’s case, her uncle started raping her at eight years old. Joseph was a child when his adoptive father, Mallam Sadan, sexually abused him and converted him to Islam as well as changing his name to Amir. Sometimes, victims fight against it. Nkem’s one attempt to refuse her uncle fetched her a permanently scarred face. By the time she grows into a teenager, she is a full fledged prostitute with no ambition other than saving her brother’s life. Amir’s description sums her up perfectly, “your brother may be in coma, but you (Nkem) are already dead.” Other times, victims accept their situation and flow with it. In Amir’s words, shame makes victims loyal to their abusers. They feel they have no choice. Some even begin to enjoy their abuse, like Amir did. Sexual abuse breeds low self esteem and an unhealthy possessiveness in both the abuser and the victim. Corruption: Fighting corruption is one of the main focus of the present Muhammadu Buhari administration. Corruption is a bane of a society’s development. It is no news that it has eaten deep into the fabrics of the Nigerian society. When Nkem asks Amir to go report to the police about his assignment to bomb a hospital, his reply is the police has already been bought by “people in high places.” As in the ogas patapata of Islamic terrorists are the people in powerful positions who have sworn to protect but destroy instead. That’s to show you how deep has corruption dug into people’s heart. Sister Dorcas’ confession that she gives away little boys in her care to Mallam Sadan, an Islamic scholar and a chronic fundamentalist, because he sponsors her orphanage is a terrible thing to hear. Hypocrisy: Nigerians have been ranked as the most religious people. It is sad to say the religious beliefs do not often reflect in their lives. People feel they are more righteous than others. No wonder Jesus condemned the Pharisees for trying to remove a speck in others’ eyes instead of working on removing the log in their own eyes. The Delivery Boy condemns hypocrisy in its entirety. The entire time Mallam Sadan appears on the scene, he is always praying and reading the Koran. Amir condemns Nkem for being a prostitute yet he is the one with an assignment to bomb a hospital and kill everyone in it. Disillusionment and selfishness: Nigerians have suffered to the extent they don’t care about what happens to their neighbors. It’s a jungle. Only the fittest survive. Therefore, every man for himself. The Delivery Boy exemplifies that clearly by Nkem’s cold reaction to the explosives wrapped around Amir’s body. Nkem’s life has been so messed up that she doesn’t care that her new partner is about to waste so many lives with his explosives. Not until she learns that her own brother will be among the victims, that she tries to stop him. We are sure she wouldn’t have cared if he bombed the hospital to smithereens if her brother wasn’t in it. Nodash briefly points out the electricity situation in Nigeria when a character shouted, “Up NEPA!” in the movie. We are also glad that The Delivery Boy wraps up with delivering justice. Both Mallam Sadan and Nkem’s uncle get what they deserve. DOWNSIDE Fortunately, The Delivery Boy doesn’t have a lot of downsides. Nodash did a great job. But there are a few errors that stand out. Jamal Ibrahim’s potrayal Amir is not really good at the final scene. We understand that Amir is a hardened former terrorist and as such, should be cold and detached. However, there is something called character development. We should have seen a little emotion when he wakes up from his injury and learns what Nkem has done. The orphanage scene with Sister Dorcas is very clumsy. It is a dent to an otherwise perfect Nollywood movie. The Delivery Boy is one of the best Nollywood movies of 2019 so far. The over all rating is 8 out of 10. The Delivery Boy is not just out to entertain you, but to send messages and ring the alarm bell that there is fire on the mountain. It’s unique story line and style is very refreshing. The final explosion scene indicates that Nollywood is evolving into a better and more exciting experience. For more interesting reviews and other stories, visit www.litafrik.com |
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Episode 15 Agnes came out of the restroom in the master bedroom she shared with Ben. Ben was up in bed going through a large family album and smiling at the happy memories. “Why are you smiling?” Agnes asked, amused. Ben looked at her as his smile widened. “Oh, I am just looking at pictures from the early days.” Agnes joined him in bed and they watched the pictures together. “Those were good times, weren’t they?” Ben asked. “Yes they were. Look at the children. So young and innocent. How did they grow up so fast?” Agnes replied. “Time. Yesterday, they were little children playing and jumping all over the place. Today, they are responsible adults with their own families. Very soon, Ify will marry and move to start a family of her own. It will just be two of us. I miss those days. I wish we could get them back.” Ben said wistfully. “Me too.” Agnes replied in the same tone. Then she sighed. “What is it?” Ben asked, concerned at the sadness he detected in her. “Have you noticed anything strange about Ify?” “Are you referring to her meltdown this evening?” “So you noticed?” Ben shrugged. “Look, she is about to commit herself to a man she will live with for the rest of her life. Of course she is bound to react to that one way or the other. Remember how you cried that you wanted to go home to your parents the morning after our wedding? I guess Ify is going through the same thing. Cut her some slack. I thought you women understand these things better.” “I know but still… there is something off about her. I can’t place my finger on it. Call it a mother’s instinct.” Agnes insisted. “What do you mean?” Ben asked curiously. “Remember the way she attacked those robbers that came to this house the last time and all the other weird things that followed. Now she goes off over very little things. In the kitchen, she went berserk over a fish. Fish o. You know Ify loves to eat fish. She literally changed before my very eyes. In fact, let me tell you the truth. Anytime she comes close to me these days, I cringe. I am scared of her.” “Why? Is she not your daughter?” Ben’s tone made her want to strike him. “Oh, she’s my daughter now, okwa ya?” When she was nice and sweet, she was daddy’s darling little angel.” Ben blinked at her outburst. Then he sighed. Women. He’d been married for almost forty years and yet, he couldn’t understand his wife. “What do you want me to do now?” He asked calmly. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would talk to her to stop being an ogbanje.” “Ogbanje? It hasn’t gotten to this, Agnes.” “It has o, honey. Something is wrong. I can feel it. Sometimes, I feel that that person is not Ify.” Ben rolled his eyes. “Come on Agnes, of course she is our daughter. Personally, I think she is acting out because of stress. Let us just hope it ends when she gets married.” Agnes sighed. “I hope so. I really hope so.” Meanwhile the queen was in bed in Ify’s room, growing stiff with anger and dread as she listened to the conversation in the master bedroom. So, they were beginning to suspect her. She knew the kitchen incident was a mistake. She could have handled it better. The queen berated herself. What was wrong with her? She was the queen of the universe, queen of the coast and mother of all creation. A queen shouldn’t react like a mere human because of a little provocation. But truth be told, that wasn’t a little provocation. Whatever her former subject, Johnson, the stupid ungrateful imp poured on her face was deadly. And she had sneaky suspicion what it was. “No, no, it can’t be.” She muttered, shuddering in fear. But where did he get the knowledge from? She turned over and sighed. It didn’t matter now. So far, nobody knew what she was, not even the girl’s mother who was growing too suspicious for her liking. She had to do something about that woman. In fact, she had to do something about all of them before they find out and damage her plans. * * * “Oh my God!” Ify exclaimed the next morning. “My family is in danger.” She rose up but Johnson stopped her. “Where are you going?” “To warn them of course.” “That’s not going to work. You’ll only put them in further trouble.” “What am I supposed to do?” * * * The queen walked straight to Lola’s and Halima’s desk at the office. They turned away. “Hi.” She greeted cheerfully. “Go away, Ify.” Lola said curtly. The queen sobered. “I want us to talk.” “We don’t want to talk to you. Go away.” Halima said. “Please now.” The queen pleaded. “Shebi you said you want to cut us off because you’re getting married. We have made it easy for you. Go away. You’re disturbing us.” Lola said. “It’s not like that.” The queen replied. “I shouldn’t have said that. I am so sorry. The truth is I wasn’t myself. I’ve been so stressed out. I didn’t mean what I said. I swear.” “Ok, we’ve heard.” Halima said. The queen smiled. “Have you forgiven me?” “We’ll think about it.” Lola replied, not smiling. “Come on, I said I am sorry. You guys are my best friends. We’ve been best friends since forever. What are friends if they don’t forgive each other? Please now, forgive me.” The queen pleaded with all sincerity she could muster. Lola and Halima looked at each other as if they were consulting telepathically. They nodded and turned back to her. “Ok, we forgive you. But what you said yesterday hurt. I have to tell you. You know I don’t hide my feelings.” Lola said. “As in eh, I never thought I would hear you say it.” Halima agreed. “But we forgive you, sha.” “Thank you. Thank you so much.” The queen beamed. “How about we hang out this evening. My treat.” Lola finally smiled. “You want to bribe us, abi?” The queen laughed. “I want to show you I am really sorry about yesterday.” “You don’t have to do that to show you’re sorry. You’re our friend.” Halima said. “But since you’ve offered to take us out, who are we to say no?” They laughed and hugged and the queen went back to her desk… or Ify’s desk. She sat down smiled smugly to herself. Things were back on track. She had even taken care of the girl’s parents. She had made them a very sumptuous breakfast and apologized profusely to them. They had forgiven her after a lengthy lecture on how they didn’t like her recent ogbanje behaviour. Ogbanje? Really? Of all things to call her, it would be Ogbanje! That was very insulting. But she had let it pass. If she didn’t have better plans, she would have blasted them to kingdom come on the spot. Then they would know she was more than an ogbanje. * * * “Relax, she isn’t going to do anything to them.” Johnson assured Ify. “How do you know? You’re not there with them.” Ify wasn’t convinced. “The queen wouldn’t want to hurt them so as not to attract unnecessary attention. Yes it sounds ironic but they are safe. But if it makes you feel better, I will do something to protect them.” “Thank you.” She asked, curious. “You’re welcome.” Johnson replied confidently. “Meanwhile, we have to begin getting the things we need to get her out of your life.” “Ok, what do you have in mind?” “We need to get fish oil. Lot’s of them.” Ify sat up. “Fish oil again? What exactly does it do?” “Mermaids or sea goddesses have some sort of kindred spirit with fishes. They can’t eat fish, not even in this world. Picture someone serving you a plate of human flesh.” “Eww.” Ify screwed her face up in disgust. “Exactly.” “Ok, so we get a lot of fish oil. But you told me it’s more complicated than that.” “I did and I will explain. Have you ever wondered why gods and goddesses don’t carry out their missions themselves but send agents instead? There’s a reason for that. You see, each god or goddess has a realm he or she controls. In these realms, they are powerful. No one can touch them. But when a god or in this case, a goddess leaves her realm to another, she becomes very vulnerable. And if there’s anything the gods dread so much, it’s vulnerability.” “Then why is the queen not vulnerable since the sea is her realm and she is on land?” “Who says she isn’t? She only wants you to believe that so you will be too afraid to come after her. You see, when she is in her realm, she is an all-powerful goddess. Nothing and nobody gets to her. Here among the living, she may be powerful and all-knowing. After all, she isn’t really human. But she is also weak. This earth is not her natural habitat. It is ours. We may not have supernatural powers like her. But we do know how to defend ourselves by other means.” Ify nodded. “So we need fish oil. What else?” “We kill her pythons and get into her realm.” “What?” Ify said in shock. “When you were there, did you see a mirror and an urn? They were on the stools on the two sides of her throne.” “Honestly, I was too scared to notice. All I thought about was how to get out of there.” Ify replied. “What do you know about sea goddesses?” Ify shrugged. “I don’t know. They’re very beautiful?” “Good. And they are very vain about it. They have this extraordinary attachment with their extraordinary beauty. They love to bask in their beauty and admire themselves. That’s why they need a–” “Mirror.” Ify finished for him. “Right. If we have to defeat her, we need her mirror.” “Why not just any mirror?” “It won’t work. In fact, it will be an insult to her. We need hers.” “And the urn?” “Her pythons shed skins periodically like normal pythons. She collects them, grinds and pours them in that urn for her purposes. Ironically, she cannot use them on herself, especially when she is so vulnerable here in our world. She can use it on anyone but her. Talk about back to sender.” “So we’ll go back to that place again.” Ify said and sagged in defeat. “I don’t know if I want to do this.” “Would you prefer to spend the rest of your life as miserable as I am?” “God forbid.” “Good. We need to start immediately.” And they did. They spent the days that followed in intense preparation of their impending mission. Johnson taught her how to douse the knives and stakes they made in the oil. He taught her how to fight with them. “How did you learn to do all these?” Ify asked him one day as they practiced. Johnson grimaced. “I met some interesting people during my wanderings. They didn’t like the queen because their gods were at war with her. So they taught me how to defend myself against her. Unfortunately, by the time I met them, she had already taken everything from me.” “I am sorry.” “It’s okay. I deserved it. You don’t. And I am going to make her pay for it.” They continued to practice. * * * Agnes came out of the hospital and went to her car. “You’ve collected your result, madam?” A male voice asked her. She turned to face the voice. A middle aged man approached her smiling cordially. She had seen him at the waiting room. They were waiting for their result. She smiled back. “Yes, I have. Have you collected yours?” “Yes, everything is fine now, thank God. The last time I came for a check up, the doctor said my cholesterol was very high.” The man replied. Agnes’ eyes widened in surprise. “Really? I’m having the same problem. My cholesterol is high. The doctor said I should cut down on some certain foods before the problem becomes too serious. He recommended some drugs. Did they help you?” The man shook his head. “Not really. Drugs are good but diet is better. I focused more on my diet.” “I think I’m going to do the same thing. I hate drugs, to be honest.” “Then allow me to introduce you to this oil. It helped me. I know it will help you too.” He gave her a well packaged bottle of oil. She read the label. “Fish oil? I’ve never seen that.” “You won’t have to worry about cholesterol problem if you and your family take it. It’s very rich in Omega-3.” Agnes smiled. “You sound like my daughter. She loves fish.” The man’s eyes gleamed in satisfaction. “Then she will love this oil. I’m sure of that.” “Alright, I’ll try it.” “You won’t regret it. I promise. You’ll thank me later.” “Sorry, I don’t know your name.” Agnes said, curious. “Johnson.” Johnson’s smile widened. “My name is Johnson.” * * * “Where is Iyke?” Tony asked as he entered the tailor’s shop. Johnson looked from the material he was sowing and smiled at him. “He is not here. He went for a burial in his village.” Which wasn’t true. Iyke was actually in his house unconscious and gagged. Tony was angry. “Village? What the hell is wrong with that guy? I told him I was coming to collect my clothes today.” “Oh, you must be Tony. Yes, he told me about you. Hold on, let me check.” Johnson said and checked the already sown materials on the hanger. He brought out a very well designed traditional wear. “This is yours, right?” “Yes.” Tony said in relief. He took the cloth and tried it on. “It’s too tight.” Johnson nodded. “I can see.” “But that’s strange. I have known Iyke for years. He normally gets my measurements right.” “Maybe the problem isn’t the cloth. It might be you.” Johnson observed. “What do you mean?” Tony asked defensively. “Maybe you’ve added some weight.” “What?” Tony said, surprised. “It’s not true.” “You just said he normally gets your correct measurement. So, it might not be his fault.” “But… wait, let me call him first.” Tony said and dialed Iyke’s number. It was switched off. “What the hell?” “Look, it’s very easy. I can adjust it to your right size. But you might want to consider changing your diet. You don’t want your madam to start looking outside.” Johnson offered. Tony took offense. “I live a very healthy lifestyle, thank you very much. And I don’t know you.” “Oh, I’m only standing in for Iyke until he comes back from the village. Don’t worry, I’m not going to ruin your cloth.” “Ok.” Tony gave him the cloth, hesitantly. “So, are you going to take my advice on the diet?” Johnson asked delicately as he mended the cloth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not fat.” Tony replied curtly. “I’m not saying you’re fat. Just be careful of what you eat. You know, to avoid cholesterol problems.” “I know that. Even if I want to take diet tips from you, I’m sure you have nothing new to offer me.” Johnson lit up. “I do. Take this oil. It’s good for you.” Tony took the bottle he offered and read it. “Fish oil? Why?” “It helps you lose weight.” Tony laughed. “I’m not a woman. And you can stop patronizing me. I know you just want to sell your product.” Johnson chuckled. “Ok, you’ve caught me. But I assure you, you will not like taking any other oil if you try this one. It’s very good for your heart. Very rich in Omega-3.” Tony smiled grudgingly. “My woman actually loves fish. I’m sure she will like this.” Johnson beamed. “Great. She deserves it. Even if she doesn’t want it, use it for yourself. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Tony laughed. “Have you met my fiance’? She loves fish a whole lot. I think I’m going to prepare a surprise jollof rice for her after our wedding.” Johnson paused. “Wait, you’re getting married?” “Yeah, next weekend. We’ll be traveling to the village this weekend. That’s why I was pissed when I didn’t see Iyke.” “Oh, I see.” Johnson said quietly. “He didn’t tell you? That cloth you’re holding is my traditional wedding outfit.” The Final episode will come out tomorrow. Stay tuned. |
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Episode 13: He's In Pain “Your husband?” Ify asked as she glanced between them in shock. Beatrice nodded but didn’t speak. There was total silence for a moment. Then Johnson began to weakly lose his grip on Ify in pain. Ify held him and looked pleadingly at Beatrice. “He’s in pain.” Beatrice nodded and they helped him to her car and drove off to her house. Ify helped him to the long couch in the living room and left. She came back with a bowl of water and a towel and began to tend to his wounds. He winced. “Sorry.” Ify said and continued tending him. Meanwhile, Beatrice paced in front of them as she glared at Johnson, with all pent up hurt and hatred over the years. Johnson carefully avoided her eyes. “How do you feel now?” Ify asked as she dropped the towel in the bowl, done. “Better, thank you.” Johnson replied. “Good.” Beatrice said and gave him a dirty slap. Johnson screamed in pain. “That was for abandoning us.” She continued, breathing hard like a grampus. “Did you have to do that? He is in pain already.” Ify said, shocked. “I don’t care.” Beatrice replied and turned angrily to Johnson. “Get out.” “Bea…” Johnson began. “Shut up and get out of my house!” Johnson sighed sadly and stood up to leave, swaying a little. “Wait, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Ify asked him. “What are you doing?” Beatrice turned coldly to her. “Auntie, look at him. He’s not strong enough to leave.” “And how is that my business?” “Auntie…” “It’s okay, my dear. You have done more than enough for me. I’ll be fine.” Johnson said. He took a step to leave and fell. Ify ran and helped him back to the couch. “You see? You’re not fine.” She said. “Can you call your family to come and take you home?” “I don’t have any family.” Johnson replied. Beatrice scoffed. “What about what’s her name? Sharon, the woman you disappeared with?” “We broke up a long time ago.” “Why? Did you dump her too?” Beatrice mocked. “No.” Johnson muttered. Beatrice laughed wickedly. “Oh, she dumped you… let me guess, after she ate all your money? Karma really is a bitch.” “What about your friends? We can call them to come and pick you.” Ify said. “I don’t have any friends.” Johnson replied shamefully. “Neighbors, nko. Don’t you have a neighbor’s number?” “I don’t have neighbors.” “Where do you live then? A cave?” Beatrice mocked him. “I don’t have a place to live?” Johnson’s voice was so quiet they almost didn’t hear him. Both women went silent. Johnson couldn’t meet their gaze. “Wait, you mean you’re homeless?” Ify asked. Johnson nodded. Ify looked at Beatrice. “What?” Beatrice asked. Then she shook her head. “Mm-mm. No way. He’s not staying in my house.” “Auntie please…” “Ify no.” “He’s homeless.” “And so? It’s not my problem.” “Auntie…” “Ify please… please stay out of this. You have no idea what this man did to me and my daughter.” Beatrice said firmly. “I am sorry, Beatrice.” Johnson said. “Take your sorry and get out of my house. I don’t want your karma to pollute this place.” “Auntie, I know I have no right to interfere in your business. Apart from my mother, you’re the most wonderful woman I know. Yes, he wronged you. Karma is dealing with him now. But whatever wrong he has done to you, don’t pay him back by kicking him out to the streets. Look at him. He is in no condition to be out in the streets. Please let him stay, at least until he recovers.” Beatrice glared at her. Ify looked back at her, doe eyed. Beatrice looked at Johnson. Then she turned to Ify and said. “Alright he can stay but only until he is strong enough. That’s it.” Ify beamed at her. “Thank you, Auntie. God bless you.” Beatrice smiled back. She looked at Johnson and frowned. “You are lucky you have Ify here to defend you. I’m only doing this for her. She is the only one that can make me do this.” “Thank you, Beatrice.” He looked at Ify. “Thank you very much my daughter. I won’t forget your kindness.” “You’re welcome.” Ify said and helped him lie back down on the couch. Beatrice turned to leave. “Beatrice?” Johnson called softly. She turned back to him. “I know I don’t deserve to ask. But how have you been?” He asked. “I’m still here.” She replied. “And Nene?” The silence that greeted him was chilly. Beatrice was frozen like a statue. Even Ify stood very still. Johnson glanced at them, confused. “What happened? Where is she?” Beatrice remained frozen with grief. Ify shook her head sadly, eyes glistening. Johnson’s eyes widened in sudden realization. He shook his head in disbelief. “No. No. She’s gone? Dead? Nene is dead–” “Don’t you ever mention her name. You have no right. You. Have. No. Right.” Beatrice cut him off harshly and abruptly walked out. Ify stood awkwardly for a moment and left. Alone, Johnson broke down and wept for a daughter he had callously left a long time ago. And as the days followed and the estranged couple, Beatrice and Johnson mourned, Ify continued her quest to contact her family. But it proved to be very difficult. The queen had infiltrated everywhere. None of her people could recognize her. Anytime she approached any of her family, her face always changed to someone else. Even her friends were not left out. She had gone to the company where she worked to see them. The queen was there, of course, posing as her. She had watched miserably from a distance as the queen enjoyed lunch with them. They had looked straight at her but couldn’t recognize her. The queen had smirked insolently at her and turned back to gist with her friends. Ify wondered what she had done wrong to deserve such punishment. In a flash, her perfect life had turned to a nightmare. All her life, she had tried to live right. Her predicament could have been excused as karma if she had done something horrible. Then a miracle happened. She had bought a loaf of bread and was leaving a supermarket when she spotted Tony fueling his car at the filling station opposite the supermarket. Her heart pounded excitedly. But she hesitated, not wanting to be disappointed in case he didn’t recognize. As if he could sense her, Tony looked up and saw her. She didn’t know when she smiled widely and waved at him. He smiled and waved back! Ify couldn’t believe it. Tony recognized her! For the first time, she felt hope coursing through her. She ran across the road, straight into his arms and held him tight, crying in joy. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” She said as she stared up at him. “I’m sorry.” Tony said, confused. “Have we met before?” Ify felt the sweet hope disappear and replaced with cold dread. “You don’t recognize me?” Her eyes caught her reflection from his car window and her face crumpled in despair. It was the same strange face that stared back at her. “Baby, what’s taking you so long?” The queen said as she approached them. Tony quickly stepped back, guiltily. “Nothing, babe. It’s…” “Oh, I know you.” The queen smiled at Ify. “You’re the girl who came to our house the other day. Babe, I told you about her. She got sick and mom and I took her to the hospital.” “Yes, that’s right. I remember.” Tony replied. “How’s your health now?” The queen asked Ify in all innocence. Ify blinked at her. For some reason, she couldn’t speak. The queen smiled sweetly at her. “Well, I’m glad you’re fine now.” She turned to Tony. “Babe, we have to go or we’ll be late for our counselling.” Counselling! Ify screamed in her head. So, it was happening. Tony was going to marry this evil marine queen. The queen was getting married in her place! “NO!” Ify screamed in her head. “Nice to meet you.” Tony said to her. She still couldn’t speak out loud when Tony and the queen entered the car. She watched helplessly as they drove away. Only then did she recover her voice. By then, it was too late. They were gone. Later, Beatrice saw her sitting at the front porch of the house and staring vacantly into space. “How did it go?” She asked. “I met Tony, my fiance today.” Ify said quietly “And?” “He doesn’t recognize me.” Beatrice sighed and went to sit beside her. “I did as you said.” Ify said, defeated. “I tried again and again and again. Yet each time, she is there. She is everywhere. She took my family, my friends, my fiance, my life. Everything.” “I refuse to believe that. Surely there is always a way to get everything back.” “How?” Ify asked, frowning. “This is a spiritual matter. Have you considered consulting someone?” “Who?” “A pastor.” “Which pastor?” The door opened and Johnson stepped out. The women stopped and stared at him. Although he still walked with a limp, he looked better than before. “Do you need anything, sir?” Ify asked him. “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted some fresh air.” He apologized. “It’s okay.” Ify replied. “Are you alright my dear? You look so sad.” Johnson said, concerned. “I am. But I will be fine.” “Is there someway I can help.” Ify smiled sadly. “Thanks for offering. But there’s nothing you can do to help me.” “Try me.” He insisted. Ify hesitated. “Well, I’m trying to get my life back from someone who took it from me. But I can’t because the person is too powerful.” “Hmm… that’s a very difficult situation to be.” Johnson said. “You see, I told you, you can’t help.” Johnson raised his eyebrows. “But I can.” “No, you can’t. This person I’m talking about, she isn’t ordinary. She ageless, very powerful and she calls herself–” “The queen.” Johnson concluded. Both women stared at him, stunned. “She’s just intimidating you to stop you from disrupting her plans. But she isn’t as powerful as you think.” He said. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same queen?” Ify asked skeptically. “She’s the queen of the coast, goddess of the sea and mother of all–” “Existence.” Ify finished. Her eyes were round as saucers. “You really do know her.” “Yes, I do.” Johnson replied. “The queen is a very powerful and vindictive sea goddess. Her symbol is a large python. Before Christianity and Islam, she had one of the largest numbers of worshipers. She still does, only not as many as before. And that makes her worried because she loses her power anytime she loses worshipers. What she does now is to select young, lovely, gifted people- preferably females…” He stared pointedly at Ify “… who are strong and can command attention anywhere with their charms. She places such people in strategic positions where she can control everything and everyone through them. That’s how she gets followers to fuel her power. “ “Apparently, she found you worthy and you turned her down.” He continued. “The queen doesn’t like to be turned down. The thing is once she singles you out, you have no choice. If you refuse, she will strike like a python.” “Wow.” Ify blinked at the unsettling revelation. “But it’s not by force now. I didn’t ask for any of this.” “You don’t have to ask anything. What the queen wants, the queen gets.” “So, you’re saying I’m doomed?” “That’s how it looks.” Johnson said, solemnly. “You’re a big help. Thank you very much.” Beatrice said, sarcastically. Ify went between fear and anger. “That’s it? I’m going to live the rest of my life knowing that someone else is living my life and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing I do will ever work because she sees and knows everything. She even knows what we’re doing now as we speak.” “Yes, or how else do you think she always seems to be ahead of you?” Back at Ify’s family house, the queen was doing the dishes, her head corked as if she was listening to a conversation. She smiled. So the little, ungrateful urchin was back? Back at Beatrice’ front porch, Ify paced all over the place, agitated. “So what’s the point? If she already knows what we are doing right now, what is the point planning anything against her when she will already know about it anyway?” “Of course we can do something. There’s always hope.” “What can we do?” “We destroy her.” Ify scoffed. “How do you kill an immortal, all powerful goddess of the sea?” “She doesn’t have to be dead to be destroyed.” Ify stopped and stared at him in sudden understanding. “You mean we can destroy her powers and send her back to where she can’t hurt us anymore?” “Exactly.” Ify gave him a determined look. “Then I’m with you. Tell me what to do.” Episode 14 is already out. You can read it at https://www.litafrik.com/vanquished-episode-14-she-killed-my-baby/ |
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meobizy: My dear, Nollywood is trying. For the industry to get to this level without any help from outside is worthy of note. It's true the stories are recycled all the time, at least give them Kudos for the things they've done right. That's what this article is trying to say. |
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If you are a fan of Nollywood movies, you will notice that they follow some specific types of stories. Movie critics blame screenwriters for often recycling storylines. But these story ideas are hot right now due to filmmakers’ demand. Nollywood filmmakers understand what works and what does not. It’s all about producing movies that can sell quickly. The result is we see different movies with the same storylines. It’s not the fault of the screenwriters. It is what the market demands. Below are 10 very popular Nollywood story ideas that we see in Nollywood movies. 1. BOY MEETS GIRL ROM COMS This is the trending Nollywood story idea in cinemas these days. A boy meets a girl and they are attracted to each other. Sometimes, they don’t know it. Other times, they do but find it very difficult to be together. Of course, they can’t be together in the beginning. That will be boring. So the screenwriter introduces various hilarious obstacles on the way. Which makes their eventual romance be worth it. And we are happy for them. 2. VILLAGE PEOPLE AT WORK Everybody knows who the ‘village people’ are. They aren’t your innocent relatives in the village. They are evil people, mostly from the village, who use diabolical means to bring down their unsuspecting and more successful family and friends out of jealousy. Chiwetalu Agu and Patience Ozokwor are excellent actors in this regard. These are people that will scream, “I will confess! I will confess!” when their evil deeds eventually catch up with them. 3. CHRISTIANITY ABOLISHES TRADITIONAL RELIGION Here, our indigenous traditional religion is regarded as fetish and evil. And Christianity is a welcome balm that will deliver the people out of that bondage. This kind of story idea is widely accepted among a mostly Christian population in the south east, south south and part of south west, Nigeria. 4. BLOOD MONEY RITUAL This is one story idea that literally started Nollywood. Yes, we are referring to Living In Bondage. Kenneth Okonkwo is the baba of this type of story. The story is often about a frustrated poor man who fights his way out of poverty by involving himself in money rituals. And to perform the rituals, he has to sacrifice his loved ones. It addresses the get-rich-quick syndrome and their consequences. The idea is old but it is still relevant till this day. Apparently, Nigerians aren’t tired of ogwu ego movies. 5. FAMILY DRAMA AND COMEDY Africa Magic and online movie platforms like IrokoTV and IbakaTV love to showcase this kind of story idea. The stories usually revolve around a character, mostly the black sheep of the family who changes for the better or gets worse and suffers grave consequences in the end. 6. MARRIED COUPLES DRAMA AND COMEDY Couples have problems in their marriages and they deal with them in their various ways. Sometimes,it is hilarious which is called comedy. Other times, it is not. The drama mostly centers on infidelity, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, depression, career and third party interference and so on. Nollywood story ideas about marriage are usually simple to make. That’s why it is a hot cake among filmmakers. 7. TRADITION CLASHES WITH MODERN LIFE This is often produced as a comedy. A character who was born abroad or been away for a long time comes back home and tries to cope with the norms and tradition of the environment. He or she has to commit several hilarious and often unintentional taboos before getting things right in the end. Charles Okocha, aka Igwe2Pac excels in this story a lot. 8. EPIC TRADITIONAL ADVENTURES Who remembers Igodo and Egg Of Life? Yes, this type of movie leaves the audience at the edge of their seats in tension. Selected and fortified warriors are sent into the evil forest to get an object that will be used to save their people. Storylines like this are very intense and filled with suspense. Our hearts are in our mouths as we watch these brave warriors fight so many spiritual battles and lay down their lives to achieve their goals. And our hearts goes to them when anyone of them has fallen. It’s a very emotional adventure that is bound to make you cry. We haven’t forgotten Sam Dede’s Ebubedike’s sacrifice. 9. ROYAL FAMILY CRISIS You see all these royal Nollywood movies? It’s here they started. It doesn’t get beyond fighting for the throne in a kingdom. Like the characters in Game of Thrones, characters in these Nollywood royal movies go to great hair raising lengths to sit on the throne. Sons kill their fathers, brothers kill their brothers, families kill families, friends betray friends. There is so much evil manipulations going on, all in a bid to be crowned king or queen as the case may be. Stories that pick this idea are very intriguing. There’s a lot of suspense as well. 10. ROYAL ROMANCE Like the title implies, the story deals with romantic relationships in royal households. A prince falls in love with a beautiful poor maid and fights to marry her at all costs which also includes incurring the wrath of his proud royal family. Ini Edo, Genevieve Nnaji, Rita Dominic etc got their fame playing these maids. Royal romance brought especially Ini Edo to fame. Remember World Apart. The story could be the other way round where a beautiful princess falls in love with a handsome, very poor guy in the village. These are two hearts yearning for each other but they can’t be together due to their backgrounds. It is either they end up together or they go the Romeo and Juliet way. There are more Nollywood story ideas but we’re going to stop here. It is interesting to note that these ideas are very old and should be exhausted already. But they remain relevant till now. If you’re an aspiring screenwriter, these are the Nollywood story ideas filmmakers are looking for. Give them what they want and you will make it in the industry. The way Nollywood is going, there will be more story ideas coming. For now, stick to these ones. Do you know more popular Nollywood story ideas? Let us know in the comment section. For more articles on screenwriting and interesting stories, visit www.litafrik.com |
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Asaba, the capital of Delta State, south-south, Nigeria, is a hobnob of Nollywood film productions that we know today. Fascinating places like historic sites, monuments, homes of famous people, beautiful hotels, picturesque waterfalls and creeks and general peaceful atmosphere attract many filmmakers to shoot their movies in the city. These Asaba movies are what we know as home videos because they are straight to DVD formats. A lot of people have formed their opinions about the Nigerian movie industry based on what they have seen in these movies. Which is not always good. The general verdict is Asaba movies are low budget and amateur based on production quality. Despite the low opinions, they are still trending. And we wonder why. Here are the reasons. 1. THEY HAVE A HUGE MARKET BASE Asaba movies are like MTN statement- everywhere you go. It is no rocket science that a successful business must have a huge market base. Asaba movies are like that with endless patronage from market women, drivers, farmers, teachers, students and just ordinary people both home and abroad. These people make up the majority of the population. The distribution channels are straightforward. Marketers buy the movies from filmmakers and make sure they are distributed to every nook and cranny of the country and beyond. 2. CATCHY STORYLINES If there is something Asaba movies are good at, it is telling catchy stories. They don’t attempt to copy Hollywood like the new Nollywood cinema and end up with wannabe Hollywood movies. They come down to the level of an average Nigerian. These stories are catchy because they are what anyone can identify with. That market woman doesn’t care about the production quality. As far as she’s concerned, so what the production quality is low? As long as the story is interesting, it is the best movie ever! 3. VERY ACCESSIBLE AND CHEAP Unlike cinema movies, Asaba movies are cheap. You have to pay up to 1k excluding popcorn and drinks to watch just one movie in the cinema. That farmer in the village doesn’t know what is called cinema. Give him that 1k and he will binge on not less than five different movies. Very cheap. And you don’t have to travel a thousand miles to get these movies or too much data to download them online. They are at the nearest market. 4. ASABA MOVIES MAKE NOLLYWOOD STARS Pete Edochie, Nkem Owoh, John Okafor (Mr. Ibu), Chiwetalu Agu, Patience Ozokwo, Genevieve Nnaji, Omotola Jalade Ekeinde, Rita Dominic, Kate Henshaw and other stars are all products of Asaba movies. Although, most of them have transitioned to cinema movies, there is no denying that they wouldn’t have been where they are now if they hadn’t starred in these movies. Some of them like Nkem Owoh and Chiwetalu Agu still retain their roots in acting by still featuring in these movies despite moving on to the more profitable cinema. As a matter of fact, there is no star we know today that hasn’t featured in Asaba movies. It is a fact that continues till this day. Asaba movies make Nollywood stars. 5. MORE JOB OPPORTUNITIES IN ASABA MOVIES Due to the open structure of the old Nollywood/Asaba, aspiring filmmakers, actors, screenwriters, directors and other crew members have a better chance of establishing themselves than in any other film distribution platform. Asaba movies’ annoying mediocrity and cheapness may be Nollywood’s biggest weakness. But they are also part of its biggest strengths. One can make all manner of mistakes and not lose so much investments as compared to the cinema counterpart. They serve as school of learning for would be megastars. Like it did for Edochie and Genevieve, Asaba movies continue to make stars who probably would not have been given the same opportunities in other platforms. Whether Asaba movies are low budget, mediocre and lack world standard, they remain the biggest part of Nollywood. These movies made Nollywood what it is today- second largest film industry in the world in terms of volume and second highest revenue generator in Nigeria. They didn’t achieve that feat for nothing. Inspite of their obvious flaws, Asaba movies will continue to sell anywhere in Nigeria and diaspora. For more stories on Nollywood, visit www.litafrik.com 1 Like |
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Episode 13: He's In Pain “Your husband?” Ify asked as she glanced between them in shock. Beatrice nodded but didn’t speak. There was total silence for a moment. Then Johnson began to weakly lose his grip on Ify in pain. Ify held him and looked pleadingly at Beatrice. “He’s in pain.” Beatrice nodded and they helped him to her car and drove off to her house. Ify helped him to the long couch in the living room and left. She came back with a bowl of water and a towel and began to tend to his wounds. He winced. “Sorry.” Ify said and continued tending him. Meanwhile, Beatrice paced in front of them as she glared at Johnson, with all pent up hurt and hatred over the years. Johnson carefully avoided her eyes. “How do you feel now?” Ify asked as she dropped the towel in the bowl, done. “Better, thank you.” Johnson replied. “Good.” Beatrice said and gave him a dirty slap. Johnson screamed in pain. “That was for abandoning us.” She continued, breathing hard like a grampus. “Did you have to do that? He is in pain already.” Ify said, shocked. “I don’t care.” Beatrice replied and turned angrily to Johnson. “Get out.” “Bea…” Johnson began. “Shut up and get out of my house!” Johnson sighed sadly and stood up to leave, swaying a little. “Wait, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Ify asked him. “What are you doing?” Beatrice turned coldly to her. “Auntie, look at him. He’s not strong enough to leave.” “And how is that my business?” “Auntie…” “It’s okay, my dear. You have done more than enough for me. I’ll be fine.” Johnson said. He took a step to leave and fell. Ify ran and helped him back to the couch. “You see? You’re not fine.” She said. “Can you call your family to come and take you home?” “I don’t have any family.” Johnson replied. Beatrice scoffed. “What about what’s her name? Sharon, the woman you disappeared with?” “We broke up a long time ago.” “Why? Did you dump her too?” Beatrice mocked. “No.” Johnson muttered. Beatrice laughed wickedly. “Oh, she dumped you… let me guess, after she ate all your money? Karma really is a bitch.” “What about your friends? We can call them to come and pick you.” Ify said. “I don’t have any friends.” Johnson replied shamefully. “Neighbors, nko. Don’t you have a neighbor’s number?” “I don’t have neighbors.” “Where do you live then? A cave?” Beatrice mocked him. “I don’t have a place to live?” Johnson’s voice was so quiet they almost didn’t hear him. Both women went silent. Johnson couldn’t meet their gaze. “Wait, you mean you’re homeless?” Ify asked. Johnson nodded. Ify looked at Beatrice. “What?” Beatrice asked. Then she shook her head. “Mm-mm. No way. He’s not staying in my house.” “Auntie please…” “Ify no.” “He’s homeless.” “And so? It’s not my problem.” “Auntie…” “Ify please… please stay out of this. You have no idea what this man did to me and my daughter.” Beatrice said firmly. “I am sorry, Beatrice.” Johnson said. “Take your sorry and get out of my house. I don’t want your karma to pollute this place.” “Auntie, I know I have no right to interfere in your business. Apart from my mother, you’re the most wonderful woman I know. Yes, he wronged you. Karma is dealing with him now. But whatever wrong he has done to you, don’t pay him back by kicking him out to the streets. Look at him. He is in no condition to be out in the streets. Please let him stay, at least until he recovers.” Beatrice glared at her. Ify looked back at her, doe eyed. Beatrice looked at Johnson. Then she turned to Ify and said. “Alright he can stay but only until he is strong enough. That’s it.” Ify beamed at her. “Thank you, Auntie. God bless you.” Beatrice smiled back. She looked at Johnson and frowned. “You are lucky you have Ify here to defend you. I’m only doing this for her. She is the only one that can make me do this.” “Thank you, Beatrice.” He looked at Ify. “Thank you very much my daughter. I won’t forget your kindness.” “You’re welcome.” Ify said and helped him lie back down on the couch. Beatrice turned to leave. “Beatrice?” Johnson called softly. She turned back to him. “I know I don’t deserve to ask. But how have you been?” He asked. “I’m still here.” She replied. “And Nene?” The silence that greeted him was chilly. Beatrice was frozen like a statue. Even Ify stood very still. Johnson glanced at them, confused. “What happened? Where is she?” Beatrice remained frozen with grief. Ify shook her head sadly, eyes glistening. Johnson’s eyes widened in sudden realization. He shook his head in disbelief. “No. No. She’s gone? Dead? Nene is dead–” “Don’t you ever mention her name. You have no right. You. Have. No. Right.” Beatrice cut him off harshly and abruptly walked out. Ify stood awkwardly for a moment and left. Alone, Johnson broke down and wept for a daughter he had callously left a long time ago. And as the days followed and the estranged couple, Beatrice and Johnson mourned, Ify continued her quest to contact her family. But it proved to be very difficult. The queen had infiltrated everywhere. None of her people could recognize her. Anytime she approached any of her family, her face always changed to someone else. Even her friends were not left out. She had gone to the company where she worked to see them. The queen was there, of course, posing as her. She had watched miserably from a distance as the queen enjoyed lunch with them. They had looked straight at her but couldn’t recognize her. The queen had smirked insolently at her and turned back to gist with her friends. Ify wondered what she had done wrong to deserve such punishment. In a flash, her perfect life had turned to a nightmare. All her life, she had tried to live right. Her predicament could have been excused as karma if she had done something horrible. Then a miracle happened... Visit https://www.litafrik.com/vanquished-episode-13-hes-in-pain/ to know that miracle |
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Vanquished Episode 12: Mother Ify’s heart pounded as she looked at her mother in expectation. Surely the woman who carried her in her womb for nine months would recognize her. “Yes, can we help you?” Ify’s mother asked, as if she didn’t know her. Ify froze in shocked dismay. Her own mother didn’t recognize her. Her eyes caught the window of the living room and she gasped. The same thing that happened in Beatrice’ bedroom was happening to her. It was the same stranger’s face. The queen gave her a smug smile. That quickly changed Ify’s shock into an angry resolution. She turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak. Then she began coughing like a tuberculosis patient. “Are you alright?” Agnes asked, concerned. Encouraged, Ify attempted to speak again and her already severe cough became more severe. She coughed and coughed each time she attempted to speak. Each attempt only brought on more painful coughs. She coughed and coughed until she began to bleed from her mouth. “Mommy, she’s bleeding.” The queen exclaimed, voice shaking in alarm. Agnes rushed forward. Before she could reach her, Ify had crumbled to the floor, coughing out blood. They quickly rushed her to the hospital. Ify kept coughing, fighting for breath as the nurses wheeled her in, Agnes and the queen following beside them. Ify grabbed her mother’s hand and locked eyes with her, desperately trying to speak. Agnes was surprised but she patted her comfortingly. “It’s okay, dear. You will be fine.” She said. Ify shook her head frantically. “M…m…mo…mmy.” She managed to stutter amidst breathless coughs. Agnes stopped and stared as the nurses wheeled Ify into one of the wards. The queen stopped beside her, her face clouded like thunder. “She called me mommy.” Agnes said softly in surprise. The queen snorted. “Did she? Maybe she wasn’t referring to you. She was referring to her real mother.” Agnes opened her fist that Ify had grabbed. She stared at the small phone in her hand. “You’re right. I think she wants me to call her mother.” Agnes replied. She dialed the only number on the phone and waited as it rang. “Hello, Ify?” Beatrice’ voice said on the other end. Agnes stopped in surprise. “Ify, are you there?” “Um… this isn’t Ify. My name is Agnes. Your daughter is in the hospital. She’s very ill.” Agnes finally spoke. The line went completely silent for a second. “My daughter?” Beatrice asked, hesitantly. “Yes, the one you called Ify. I was surprised. My daughter’s name is also Ify. Anyway, your daughter came to my house and while we were figuring out who she was, she started coughing and bleeding all of a sudden. So we brought her to the hospital and she gave me this phone to call you.” “Oh, okay. What’s the name of the hospital?” Later, Beatrice got to the hospital. At the reception, she was told Ify’s ward and the people that brought her into the hospital had gone home. She sighed. Poor girl. The happy reunion didn’t go quite well. Beatrice thanked the nurse and went to Ify’s ward. Ify was lying sullenly on the bed. Her cough was miraculously gone. Beatrice went to her, concerned. “Ify, what happened?” Ify looked at her and started crying quietly. Beatrice held her, comforting her. “It’s okay, my dear. Everything will be alright.” Ify shook her head. “No, Auntie Beatrice. Everything is not alright.” “Tell me what happened.” And so Ify told her everything. Nothing was left out. Beatrice stared at her, completely still. Then she sighed. “When I found you at the beach, you…” “… Escaped from the queen’s coven, yes. Unbelievable, right?” Ify asked. “It sounds like Nollywood.” “It does. But it is real.” Beatrice nodded. “So what are you going to do?” “I don’t know, Auntie. I tried to reach my family, even called my fiance earlier in your room…” “But your face changed to someone you didn’t know.” Beatrice concluded in sympathy. “Yes. I’ve tried. But that wicked so called queen has taken control of everything. I can’t reach my people. What am I going to do, Auntie?” Ify cried in frustration. “It’s okay. We’ll discuss it when we get home. First, we need to get you out of here.” Beatrice used her influence as an experienced doctor and made the hospital discharge Ify. Then they left in Beatrice’ car. The didn’t speak as she drove. Each was lost in thought. Finally, she glanced at Ify who was seated beside her. Ify was looking out the window, her eyes filled with sadness. “Stop worrying too much, Ify.” Beatrice said, sympathetically. “Worrying will not help. You’ll get through this.” “How do you know that?” Ify asked softly in a disbelieving tone. “Well, while there is life, there is hope.” Ify didn’t reply. Beatrice sighed. “You know what? Let’s eat out. I think a change of environment will lighten your mood.” Beatrice drove to a restaurant and parked. They stepped out and headed towards the restaurant. A small crowd had gathered at the entrance. They curiously made their way through the crowd and saw three hefty men, bouncers, beat up another man. A very robust woman, the owner of restaurant, screamed invectives on the man. “Beat him! Beat him very well! You think you can come to my restaurant and eat my food and go like that without paying, abi? Ole! Oshi! By the time my boys finish with you, eh, you go hear nwii.” She shouted angrily. The bouncers beat the man mercilessly. The helpless man was already bloody from the beating. Beatrice and Ify couldn’t watch anymore. They went between them to stop the assault. “Stop it! I said stop it at once! What is it?” Beatrice said loudly. The woman glared at Beatrice and Ify. “Who be this one now? Wetin be your own? Why you dey put mouth for the matter wey no concern you.” Beatrice glared back. “I am a doctor. And this man your boys are beating will likely die from his injuries. Ify you don’t call off your boys, I will call the Police.” For a moment, it looked like the threat would not work. Then the woman signaled the bouncers to stop. They stopped. “Thank you.” Beatrice said, relieved. “Now, what happened?” “My sister, see this yeye man o. I was on my own, he came to my restaurant to eat and after eating, he wanted to walk away without paying me my money. You know what he said? He said I should forgive him that he was hungry but did not have any money to pay for the food. My own food. Can you imagine? He knows he does not have any money yet he came to eat in my restaurant. Do I look like Father Christmas? He wants to chop and clean mouth. Lai lai! He must pay me my money or my boys will tear him to pieces.” The woman ranted angrily. “How much is the food?” Beatrice asked. “Five hundred naira.” Beatrice brought out her purse and paid her. The woman turned coldly to the man on the floor. “Thank your God for this fine madam. If not for her, wetin I go do you, ehn?” She hissed and signaled her boys and they entered into the restaurant. The crowd dispersed as the show had ended. Ify went to help the man on his feet. He raised his head to thank them and froze as he saw Beatrice. Beatrice froze too and they stared at each other. “Beatrice?” The man said in shock. “Johnson.” Beatrice replied in the same tone. “You know him?” Ify asked her. “Yes, he is my husband.” To be continued… |
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Vanquished Episode 10: Beach Curse Ify slipped in and out of consciousness. Beatrice nursed her faithfully, making sure she was comfortable. But as the days progressed and Ify seemed not to recover, Beatrice was worried. She had done everything she could. As a doctor, she had run some tests in her small lab and found nothing. Nothing. Apart from a few cuts and bruises which Beatrice had taken care of, the girl was fine. Perhaps, that was the girl’s own way of dealing with her trauma. Getting almost drowned in the river was very traumatizing. Beatrice had reason to know. Poor girl. At first, she had contemplated taking her to the hospital. But she changed her mind. Since her retirement, she had never stepped feet in a hospital. And she had no wish to do so now. She would watch the girl for a few more days and if there was no improvement, she would take her to the hospital. But she didn’t have to wait. The next day, Ify woke up, panting heavily from an obvious nightmare. Beatrice held her down gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You are in safe hands now.” She said in a cooing voice. The soothing voice helped Ify relaxed a little. It was then she looked around her strange environment. Seeing her beginning to panic again, Beatrice quickly said, “I found you lying on the beach. So I brought you here. You are in my house. You’ve been slipping in and out of consciousness for almost seven days.” Ify’s eyes widened at that. But before she could speak, Beatrice asked, “I am Beatrice. What is your name?” Ify opened her mouth to reply but no sound came out. She tried to clear her throat and speak. No way. She was dumb. Beatrice grimaced in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know you were…” She trailed off. Ify shook her head frantically, trying to tell the kind woman before her that she wasn’t dumb as she obviously concluded. Beatrice was too embarrassed to understand. “Let me get you something to eat.” She said and quickly left. Ify tried to call her back to no avail. She simply couldn’t speak. Mortified, she watched the woman leave the room. It dawned on her she was likely going to spend the rest of her life, dumb. The queen had won. Beatrice came back a few minutes later with some food. But Ify couldn’t eat. She could only stare into the distance with sad eyes. That became a routine for days. Beatrice would cook delicious meals to entice her, but Ify couldn’t eat. She would only stare into space. Beatrice didn’t know what to do. Her visitor was emaciating before her eyes. Ify looked like a skeleton. Beatrice couldn’t take it. “Look, I know you are troubled.” She said one day. “But you can’t stay like this forever. Maybe you experienced something a young lady like you should not experience. But you can’t give up. You are very young and you have life ahead of you.” Ify didn’t even twitch to show that she heard her. Beatrice sighed. “I was once young like you. Came from a good family. I was the first child, the prettiest and most brilliant of all my siblings. Came top of my class. I studied Medicine in University of Oxford, practiced in London. And then I got engaged. My fiance was the son of one of the richest men in Nigeria. He managed one of his father’s companies. And so, I had to resign my job and relocated to Nigeria to get married. That was a big mistake because it turned out my so called fiance was too possessive and abusive. I got out the toxic relationship and started all over again. I took up an appointment in a Federal Teaching Hospital as a Neurosurgeon. Life was good. I was the golden girl.” “But my love life since then was sadly the opposite. After getting my heart broken several times by other men I dated, I decided I wasn’t going into any relationship. I wasn’t ever going to get married. But on my 35th birthday, I met my husband.” She could vividly remember that day. She had gone to the beach to celebrate with her friends. He had walked up to her in the beach bar where she was partying and wished her a happy birthday. That was it. They became friends. And that friendship led to the most beautiful romance she had ever had. They were married a year later and had a daughter. And then they settled to live happily ever after. “Two years later, he ran off with another woman. I haven’t heard from him since then. My heart was shattered but I survived. I had my daughter. She was everything to me. So, I raised her alone. Her name was Nene. Three years ago, she went to the beach with her friends and never returned.” Beach again? Ify thought. That place must be cursed. According to her friends, Beatrice’ daughter had gone to swim and never came back. At first, they thought she playing pranks on them. After all, everyone knew she a great swimmer. But after a few minutes and yet there was no sign o her, they knew something was wrong. They tried to look for her to no avail. Beatrice was called and the frantic mother elicited the help of professional divers who applied all their professional skills to find the girl. They combed every nooks and crannies of the beach. “Her body was never found till date. My daughter had simply disappeared. So every year, I take some flowers to the beach to remember her. When I saw you, I thought you were my daughter. She would have been your age if she lived. Both of you are so alike. You would have been friends.” By now, hot tears were flowing down Beatrice cheeks. “I’m saying this to let you know you’re not alone in your misery. Look at me. I have no husband, no child and no job. I retired early when my daughter died. But you my dear, you’re young. It’s not too late. You can start again.” Ify’s eyes were filled with sympathetic tears. She wanted to tell this kind hearted woman that she understood. That she didn’t think it was too late for her either. But she couldn’t speak. So she settled for gently holding Beatrice hands. Beatrice held her gratefully as she wept. Then she wiped her tears and smiled, a little embarrassed. “Thank you, my dear. Let me get you some food. This time, you must eat whether you like it or not.” She rose and left. Ify smiled, feeling a little better at Beatrice’ authoritative tone. Besides, the woman was right. If someone like her could lose everything and still be able to function, then who was she, Ify? Dumb or not, she had to move on. Ify resolutely swung her feet to the floor and pressed her fists on the bed, trying to get up. Then she stopped as she felt something on her finger. She raised her finger to look. It was her engagement ring. In her misery, she had completely forgotten all about it. She stared at the ring, her face bright with glee. “My ring.” She whispered “My ri–” Wait a minute, she could speak! She had her voice back! She ran out of the room excitedly. “Auntie Beatrice! Auntie Beatrice!” She called. Beatrice ran out of the kitchen, surprised. “What?” The her eyes widened in shock when she saw Ify. “Wait, you can talk?” “Yes, I can. I always have been able to talk. I don’t know why I couldn’t these last few days.” “Oh good. That’s good.” “My name is Ifenyinwa. Everyone calls me Ify. My family is here. I have been going through some troubles. It’s a long story. Thank you so much for everything.” “You are welcome, Ify. Glad to know you are not dumb after all.” Ify laughed. “Thank you, Auntie. Can I ask a favor?” “Sure.” “Can I use your phone? I need to make a quick call.” “It’s on the table in my room. My room is on the left.” “Thank you so much.” Ify said gratefully and ran to Beatrice room. She picked the phone and quickly dialed a number. It rang. “Hello?” Tony’s voice answered on the other end. Episode 11 is already out. You can read it on https://www.litafrik.com/vanquished-episode-11-not-my-real-face/ |
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Episode 8: Human Swap Ify sprang to her feet and stared at the queen confused and scared. “You again? What just happened? Where’s Tony?” “You mean your lover? He’s still there in what you humans call an accident?” The queen replied nonchalantly. “Accident!” Ify squeaked in alarm. “Oh my God. Please take me back. I want to see him.” “You will see him later. But first, we need to talk.” The queen replied calmly. “About what? Besides, this is not the time. Tony must be in danger and also worried about me. Please take me back.” “And I said you will see him later. We need to talk.” The queen replied firmly. Ify stared at her and sighed impatiently. “Alright, let’s talk. I know you’re the one behind all the things that have been happening to me lately.” The queen smiled. “Did you like the powers I gave you?” “Why me?” Ify asked. “Of all human beings on earth, why did you choose me?” “Oh my dear child,” the queen replied softly. “If only you know what you are made of. Come child, come with me.” She led Ify to the swirling vortex. And as she waved her hands over it, different flashes of Ify appeared. “You can be anything you want.” The queen whispered persuasively into her ear. “ A CEO of a successful advertising company like you’ve always wanted. A President, world leader, a celebrity of your choice, a woman of substance. All you need do is ask and shall be given to you.” “And what do I give in return?” Ify asked, mesmerized. “Come to me. Work with me. Give me your soul and I will make you the most powerful being in your world.” Ify nodded. “Yes, yes, I want those things…” Then she turned defiantly to the queen. “But the problem is if I give in to your request, I would not be in control. I know how this works. You and I make a pact. I get all those nice things you promised me. In exchange, you control my life. You use me until there’s nothing left. Then you throw me out like garbage and find someone else.” The queen smiled reassuringly. “You’re wrong. I’m a very benevolent goddess. I remain faithful to those who are faithful to me.” “Really?” Ify asked skeptically. “And how do I know when I fail the rules?” “You will know if when it happens which I believe shall never happen. I know you, Ifenyinwa, better than you know yourself. Your loyalty to your family and friends is unquestionable. And that is what I desire from you. Think of what you felt when you possessed those powers to fight your enemies. I know you enjoyed them. You can have so much more. Give me your soul.” “No,” Ify replied more firmly. “You can take your powers back. What I want right now is to go back to Tony. I will be want I want to be. Not what you want me to be.” The queen stared speculatively at Ify for what seemed like an eternity. Then she sighed sadly. “You’re right. You will be what you want to be.” Ify sighed in relief. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath. The next moment, she was thrown painfully to the floor by an invisible force. She was stunned. But to her horrific dismay, the queen began to transform before her eyes. By the time the transformation finished, Ify felt her eyes were playing tricks on her. Oh wait, maybe they were. For the queen had Ify’s face, height, color, shape, dress, shoes and even her hairstyle. Everything. Ify was staring at the very image of herself. The queen smiled maliciously. “But I can be what I want you to be. Goodbye my beautiful, foolish human. I wish I could stay but I have a mission to accomplish.” Then she disappeared with her laughter echoing after her. The swirling vortex flashed again. And Ify watched as the queen, now posing as her, appeared at Tony’s wrecked car and screamed for help. Motorists gathered and they took Tony out of the wreck. He was unconscious and his whole body were drenched in blood. The motorists carried him into a car. The queen joined him and they drove speedily away. “No! No! Stay away from him. Baby, I’m here! I’m here!” Ify screamed desperately. The vortex suddenly closed and the maidens who had been still like statues snapped to life and looked intently at her with their shining green eyes. The two huge pythons uncurled themselves and began to slowly creep towards her. Ify tried to get away but she couldn’t move. Whatever force the queen used to pin her down was still working. In that moment, Ify knew it was too late. She was never going to get out alive… Meanwhile, Tony had been taken to the hospital. He was immediately wheeled to the theater for emergency operation. Ben and Agnes arrived shortly. They were frantic for their daughter. “Oh, Ify. Are you alright?” Agnes said as she rushed and hugged the queen who was still posing as Ify. The queen sobbed. “Oh mummy, Tony…” “Chim o! Where is he?” “He’s in the theater. The doctors are operating on him now.” She broke down again. “Oh mummy. He’s bad. What am I going to do if I lose him?” “Honey, you’re not going to lose him. Have faith.” They hugged her, comforting her as she shed her crocodile tears. Hours later, the doctor came out of the theater. They hurried to him, concerned. “Doctor, how is he?” Ben asked anxiously. “Are you the father of Anthony Orji?” “No but my daughter here is his fiancee. This is my wife, Agnes. We’ve called his parents. They will be here as soon as possible.” “How soon?” “They live in Port Harcourt. But they’ll be taking the next flight to Lagos. They should be here this evening by God’s grace.” “Alright.” The doctor said, satisfied by the information. “So, how is he?” Ben asked again. “He has several broken bones. His ribs are also broken and they have affected his lungs. We have fixed the lungs but there might be complications. One of them is that the lungs can go into collapse. He is in the ICU where a machine is helping him to breathe and where we can also monitor his vital signs continuously.” “Can we see him, doctor? Please?” The queen pleaded innocently. “Not yet. He has to be left alone for now. I advise that you go home, get some rest and come back later. Excuse me.” The doctor said calmly and left. The queen began to sob again. Ben wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay, dear. Tony is going to be fine. The doctor is doing his best.” “Yes,” Agnes concurred. “And you need to go home. You’ve had a very long day.” “I think I’m going to stay. You can go.” The queen said. “Ify, staying here will not solve anything. You heard the doctor. You cannot see Tony now. Let’s just go home. You need rest.” Ben said. “Your father is right. There is nothing we can do for now. Let the hospital handle it. We will come back later when you’ve rested a bit, okay?” Agnes added. The queen nodded reluctantly. “Okay. Let me go to the restroom. I need to pee.” She left for the restroom, a picture of distraught. As soon she got to the rest room, she moved straight to the mirror and smiled widely. Humans were truly stupid. She thought. Just look at the way she fooled them. Those two gullible fools that called themselves Ifenyinwa’s parents thought she was their daughter. Oh, this was interesting. She hadn’t tried being a human for centuries. She detested stooping so low. But now she did, it was easier than she thought. And she must admit, she was enjoying herself. She washed her hands and opened the door to leave only to bump into a nurse Eliza carrying a bowl of vomit. The vomit scattered all over the queen’s face. She screamed. Episode 9 will be out soon. Or you can read it @ https://www.litafrik.com/vanquished-episode-9-a-miracle/ For other interesting series and stories, visit www.litafrik.com |
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