Zayzee Writes

It must be a sign of new beginning for many good things to come this year. Last Friday, I was on my popular mode of transportation in Ikeja - Okada- when my phone rang and it was a Tolu on the phone. I could barely hear her, so I told her to call in another twenty minutes. Before she hung up, she asked my name and I told her, and confirmed she was calling from her office. The first thing that came to my mind was that it was a call for a job interview, either for me, or my brother, because it's a number I don't give out at all. So I called my brother and asked if he submitted my CV anywhere. He said yes. Is the starcomms number included? he said yes. what if the call is for you? I asked after explaining the call. he told me what to say and I returned the call to Tolu. It wasn't for a job, and I wasn't dissapointed because I'm not looking for one. Am I? She saw my number in her phone and wondered. I collected her number, crosschecked it in my starcomms phonebook, zero...

I am not so glad the year is ending, because certain things refused to happen for me. That notwithstanding, I am glad it is ending, because with it goes the unpleasant sides of the year. Thinking back, I wonder, would the year have been more exciting without the unpleasanties? Maybe Yes, Maybe No. With time, I have learnt to cherish mistakes and failures, for their abilities to teach what I never can acquire from all the books. Like Alicia Keys sang in her new album, I call them, lesson learnt. As the year gradually raced towards these last days, there was a time I experienced serious boredom in almost everything that has anything to do with me, and toping the list was my work. The meditations and placements of my priorities in order of importance helped me understand the reason I dragged my feet for so long, and I sought for solutions. I am unsure if the solutions I arrived at are it, but I feel consoled and happy that once again, I can summon that boldness, I had years back, and go f...

Already published in the National Mirror Newspaper By: UZEZI EKERE For centuries, visual art has been a strong tool of communication as it tends to portray the mind and thinking of the artist as well as the situation of the time. Today, it is not so different because more artist have become more open minded about their works. In the first week of September in Essex England, Redbridge Museum and Central Library will be exhibiting the works of Titus Agbara in a solo show with theme Scapes from Africa. Art is life and the message it communicates in different languages and manners depending on the viewer is what makes it unique. Hearing tales about Africa can never be as enthralling to Africans resident in Africa as it will be to blacks in the Diaspora, people who have visited Africa, and those still yearning to hear about the continent that is preceded by more negative news than positive ones. The Nigerian born artist Agbara is on a mission to deliver a message with this exhibition. “As a...

This piece has been previously published in National Mirror, written by Uzezi Ekere After twenty two years of being in the art industry, after lots of remarkable group exhibitions, one of the last hosted by the Embassy of Greece in Nigeria, Funsho Omojola, cannot be regarded as a road side artist. Although he displays his works along the road and has come to be known by a lot of people through the exposure that being on the road side offers, Omojola is more than a class above those other artists who work and display by the road side, because he is the most exhibited artist you will find by a road side. “You can’t call me a road side artist,” Funsho Omojola said. “One thing about art, since I knew art and learnt about art, I haven’t heard that you cannot display your works anywhere you want or can’t make your money anywhere. The real meaning of road side artists is those people who know absolutely nothing about art; that they are just doing whatever they like, copying and imitating othe...

Oh Uzezi, where have you been all these years? Blogging has become a burden for me due to so many reasons that i can't put down. But, I'm trying to see how that will change, beginning from now.

i copied this from www.poshbuki.blogspot.com and decided to share. i will write what i feel on this issue sometime soon. "my friend Abiodun got married some days back and it was a beautiful day, she and her groom got their papas to spend plenty money and we all cooed over every single detail except the groom, “what is a fine looking sista like Abbe doing with him?” was the question on our minds, but spinelessly not our tongues.The groom, who apart from being just 18 years older than stylish and beautiful Abbe was peculiar, he didn’t behave as if he was getting married, didn’t smile at the bride or anyone, didn’t look longingly into the bride’s eye! Didn’t look excited!... DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE WAS THERE!I asked if anyone knew how they met and nobody knew, it sounded a bit odd as Abbe had always enjoyed flaunting every aspect of her life to every one of us.I was beginning to think there could be an X-FILES theory somewhere when one of my girls said, “It’s the ring thingy you know”“Wh...

STRANGE At his touch, I loosen. At his caress, I melt. As the lone finger Finds me and knows me, I loss. But at insertion … SHIT! This is rubbish. He’s failed. (c) UZEZI EKERE. 8th DECEMBER. 2002.