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Friday, June 1, 2007

Life's Journey of Choices


Rehearsal sessions of Life's Journey of Choices, an adaptation of Femi Osofisan's Twingle Twangle a Twinning Tayle staged for Toyota Nigeria's 10th anniversary in Nigeria. 1st picture shows Friday Francis (left) as Digbaro and Ola Fakunle Rotimi (Kehinde) while 2nd picture has from left Dorothy Effiom (Lawunmi) and Onosiem Hannah (women leader). The show was co-produced for Toyota by Ropo Ewenla.

Once Uppon Four Robbers as Directed By Wole Oguntokun - A Review

This is a review of Femi Osofisan’s Once Upon Four Robbers as directed by Wole Oguntokun. It was staged at the Agip Recital of Muson Centre on October 10 2004. There were two shows for the day. There was a billing for 4:00pm and another for 6:00 pm. this is essentially a review of the second show.

The play was a presentation of Jasonvision. Jasonvision is one of the constituent parts of theatre League Nigeria. The league is a collaboration of some theatre organizations and producers in Nigeria that have produced a number of plays in the country in the last few years. The League’s aim is to surpass he standards of the past and midwife the rebirth of the golden age of theatre in Nigeria. Apart form Jasonvision, other members of the league include: afrotainement Productions, Baneo Theatre, KP Cypress Roots and Tyrone Terrence Productions amongst others. This production is the maiden edition of the Legend series proposed by Jasonvision LTD in which “evergreen” plays by some of Nigeria’s Playwrights will be presented periodically at one of the city’s most prestigious venues. The next edition of the Series is to come up again at the Muson on December 26, 2004.

The ext of the original upon which the performance is based relies on the story of four robbers. At a decisive moment in their career, they encountered an Islamic cleric, Alfa, who decides to help them in their chosen field if they promise not to rob the poor, kill people or betray themselves. They take an oath on this and the old cleric gives them a magic formula divided into four parts with each of them knowing only his or her own part. All must however contribute their part to make the whole formula effective. In making it work, they have to chant and sing. Their victims would then enter an irredeemable trance of dance from which they would not recover until well after the robbers have gone and they have woken from their sleep. They are not to use it on more than three occasions after which they would have made sufficient profit t wasn’t to quit the job. After their second operation however, one of them made away with the loot at gun point. No sooner had he made his escape than he is caught. As he is to be executed, his colleagues take pity on him and in one moment of solidarity commenced their song for the third and last time to demobilize the soldiers who were to do the shooting and the spectators. The soldiers resist the magic this time around and a stalemate is reached until Alfa wads in by asking members of the audience to decide on whose side the pendulum of justice should swing. The play has no definite scripted ending except that the playwrights expect that after an honest voting into the question of which of the sides should carry the day, the play should end in accordance with the wishes of the audience. The play as written is meant as a moral gauge for the audience who is expected to render an impassioned judgment in the grip of the reality of our peculiar social degeneracy.

The foregoing is what Wole Oguntokun had to interpret on stage. He had the following personnel to help realize his vision. Major was played by Williams Benson. Jennifer Osamor was Alhaja. She was also the stage manager. Segun Fadun was Hassan. The director of the play, Wole Oguntokun doubled as Angola. Habeeb Ayodeji played the role of Alfa while Okorie Mike gave a good account of himself as Sergeant. Credit for the lighting design went to Sly Awoniyi.

The first thing that confronts the audience in a theatre is likely to be the setting. At a basic level,, this should be understood as the physical and or spiritual background of the unfolding events. These would include the picture presented of the general scenery. In a play of this sort, with its ingrained mastery of narration, the least one expects is a truthful depiction of the set among other things. The set can itself tell a good story. If it will not match the quality of the original material upon which the director is working, the audience must be able to find a reason for this within the unfolding event of the play. it is not tidy to leave the audience with the impression that the director and his or her crew lack the intellectual depth with which to interpret. it does the efforts put into play productions no good to give the impression that the set design was lazy and sloppy without a good reason to think so.

What Oguntokun presents is different from what the original text prescribes. He has every right to do this but there must be a justification for it beyond the fact that it is convenient. The choice of a banking hall as a substitute for the market situation is an attempt to capture the essence of modern day market situation. It however deprives the plot of the play of the communal after-effect of a robbery. The loss of money kept in a bank is really not the loss of the individual concerned whether as banker or as customer. Replacing Mama Alice, Mama Toun, Mama Uyi, Bintu, Yedunni, Baby, Dora Angelina and the traders and costumer with just bankers and costumers breaks the path of emotional connection between the players and the audience. The stance taken by the bankers each time the robbery takes place is misplaced. Mama Alice and the rest might have been able to connect more with the situation and audience better. In the division of the stage into the banking hall and an open space that sometimes becomes the execution ground and at other times just an ordinary nondescript place is far from tidy. On more than one occasion, some of the robbers have one step in the banking hall and the other leg in the other par t of the stage at a time when the banking hall was not supposed to be in existence as far as the action on the stage at that moment was concerned. The audiences’ readiness to willingly suspend their disbelief is thus stretched too far. In another light, exits and entrances were shoddily handled. When the robbers were to carry out their first operation, they approached the stage from alternate isles. On their second visit, they come in from on single side. On each of the two occasions of robbery, they take their exit exactly trough the same route as the victims they have just robbed! I almost felt they were seeing them off. Given the limitations of the set, there were still two other exit points for the robbers beside their entry point. Points of entry and departure go a long way in showing the relationship between characters and the connections between actions. On the long run, they go a long way in helping to tie up the meaning of the play.

The natural excuse to give for the limitations in construction and use of the stage might be that the Agip Recital Hall of Muson, was not originally constructed for the theatre. This will not be the first time a play would mount that stage. We have seen a number of creative interpretations of settings on that same stage. Some of them were simple. But they did not place a question mark on the ingenuity and creativity of the crew. This production of Once Upon Four Robbers does.

Quite often in the recent past, I have asked myself the question as to what effect is theatre lighting put in our play productions. Largely, the point goes beyond what is seen in Once.... More often than not beyond the illumination, the lighting booth has no story to tell. Even at that, you sometimes find the stage thrown into darkness in the middle of an act. One is not saying this happened in Once..., but the light has no aesthetic function on the play. To emphasise this more, we ask: if a couple of bulbs had been hung over the stage while somebody sits down by the switch, could the “effects” achieved from the lighting booth for Once ... been different? No. At the point when soldiers came to mount the stake for the execution of Hassan, light actually took sometime to come on thereby editing the first few movements of the scene. Lastly on this aspect, I am not sure the blue gel that came on the tableau of the last scene captures the mood. Most importantly, if Alfa was to take a census of opinion of the audience in order for the play to find its end, would it not have been better for the house lights to have come on for better visibility and improved acting? Putting on the house light would have enhanced the demand of honesty that the situation demanded. It would also have brought in the enthusiastic audience of the play into the picture of the play. It is easy to counterpoint this by saying that there was no time for a technical rehearsal. But in the realm of professional theatre, this cannot be a tenable excuse. If your audience is expected to cough out two thousand naira to watch you give excuses, you might be telling them to develop a better attitude to how they spend their money.

One thing you cannot take away from an Osofisan’s play is the devotion to music. If there is any Nigerian playwright who knows the value of songs and music as tone and mood markers, it is Osofisan. Quite often, you find the audience in a good Osofisan play using the songs to recall the theme and movement of plot of the play long after it had been staged. In Oguntokun’s interpretation of Once... it is clear that the place of music was relegate to the level of the obscure. Why this should be so in a play whose major strength lies in the quality and appropriateness of the song can either be because the production crew fails to grasp what defines African theatre or because he lacks the means of conducting a research into the songs of the play. It is more baffling however when “the song of the story teller” and “Eyi lo y’eni” for instance got mumbled through in situations that show a lack of understanding for their import in the cause of playmaking. Alhaja’s “Osegere” also find a reason to get lost in her throat after the first lead. Neither of her co actors nor the audience could understand her occasional burst in the word “Osegere” without the full complement of the remaining lines of the song. That is if Alhaja herself feels the meaning of the song. No. Clearly she did not because the transfer of emotion that should have happened between the players on the stage and the audience was still locked up somewhere in the script of the play undiscovered and untapped. Like many of the other songs, it could have been done without and the play would neither have been worse nor better off than it was. The picture of this singular man on the drum, like an orphan omelet drummer, left behind by the full dundun ensemble is an apt metaphor for the situation of music in this play. One monotonous disservice to rhythm by Kayode Sodunke on, according to the brochure “drums” leaves very little to be admired. Truly, nobody who knew an Osofisan’s piece could have believed that what was presented on that stage in terms of internal rhythm was anything near Osofisan’s. If this was Oguntokun’s attempt to create some identity of his in terms of directorial approach, I think he flunked it because the one singular thing achieved with this was that he left the scenes rather flat and it was very difficult if not impossible to plot a graph of the progression of the mood of the play. Some directors would need a whole orchestra to be able to do this play. While one would want to understand the unsavoury demands of an unwieldy cast, four good voices, which that cast boasts of could have done justice to the songs. No rule says two voices could not have done it to the delight of the audience. What is more? In this age of multimedia experimentation on stage, cost could have been cut, time could have been saved and a more wonderful performance could have guaranteed the audiences’ ultimate satisfaction.

One might have been able to comment more robustly on acting if the actors had shown serious ability to play their various characters with a little more than the average ability they displayed. You can still say that the bankers and their costumers gave a fairly good account of themselves, but that can only be at the level of amateur theatre. If you are charging two thousand naira per seat, you have no right to inflict amateurish on the audience. Something tells one that if Jennifer had been better handled, she might have been the star of the day. Unfortunately, that which Alfa sees in her as Alhaja, well tucked in her personality was lost on the audience. In what was to be a trance-like pose where major had to pour sand on Alhaja to bring her back to life, the entire acting fall far below average. Angola is the main culprit. He is most of the time not in the show. At a point, he was actually sweeping grains of maize off the stage while waiting for one character to finish his line before coming on with his. Nothing stops him from picking a sage business of convenience, but the action has to flow into the general trend of acting. Acting is action and reaction: of characters within and among themselves, of characters and other technicalities of the production and so on. This production has a lot to learn to be able to do justice to the honour of the playwright whose work was on display and also to be able to achieve that noble aim of the League, to reclaim the glory of times past.

All through the performance, there was a character unacknowledged in the production brochure. He kept climbing the stage at will to focus his camera on the players. Next time, his name should appear on the cast list and he should not have been left out of the curtain call.

Oguntokun has shown that he is a prolific theatre enthusiast. In spite of the shortcomings of the play, there is one thing you cannot take away from him. He is a producer with a capital “P”. His enthusiasm and commitment are nothing but commendable. One must however ask him to consider the fact that the text of a stage production relies on the technical as well as the human content to make meaning: Thus the drama of Once... could have been most vividly, aesthetically, and functionally captured with interpretive set design, expressive lighting, appropriate use of music and a more disciplined acting.

Orita Meta By Peju Alatishe - A Review

This must have been published in the Guardian News papers, Nigeria sometime ago but I doubt if its on their website.

TRINITY OF THE CROSSROADS
A REVIEW
BY
ROPO EWENLA
firo_po@yahoo.co.uk, 08032311574

ORITA META: THE CROSSROADS
BY PEJU ALATISE
PUBLISHER: OLAPEJU ALATISE
YEAR: 2006
PRICE: NOT STATED
PAGE: 208

In Yoruba culture, orita meta – the point where three footpaths meet in literal sense – is a place of momentary physical confusion where strangers and visitors are likely to be confounded. It is a place of spiritual supplication for those whose path to divine favour must be accessed through Esu Laalu, the one whose abode is the crossroads.

Understandably, it is in the true character of Esu, the lord of mischief and master of ambivalence therefore, that he is controversial. It is true to his character that he is today the most misconceived of Yoruba deities especially in the perception of those who have been affected or afflicted by either or both of Islam and Christianity. And that may be why one is piqued to encounter such a passage as this in Alatise’s Orita Meta: “Also at the crossroads, the traditional worshipers of Esu, the devil, placed offerings often for the curse of other people to come to harm or suffer tragedies.”(My emphasis) This is not one of the characters in the novel speaking. It is the omnipotent author who is playing God and who is expected to know…but I guess I would have to come back to this and other issues later after we might all have got sufficiently familiar with the work we are dealing with.

So much for an introduction to some of the issues that might have been raised in Peju Alatise’s ground breaking novel. Hers is one novel that paints feminism against the background of African folklore and Christian doctrine to prescribe an emergent African and black people’s consciousness. Let us move closer to the book and the issues surrounding it.

What attracts you to a book? I mean, what motivates you to want to read a book? If it is a book written by a well known writer, hearing of it in passing may be all you need to commence a search for it. For those who love to read must read to live and live to read. Knowing that a new Soyinka, Marquez or Mda is out and not being able to read it almost immediately is like happening upon an avoidable case of coma from which revival is possible only when the book is administered.

Getting to read a book by a(n)(relatively) unknown writer is another ball game. Sometimes, you are attracted by the blurb; that back cover where short and enticing reviews are posted to challenge you to go into the pages. More often than not we have been told that just as the hood does not make the monk, so also does the blurb not make the book. Maybe before the blurb, there are some things about the book in its outward package that draws you near. Some of these could include the choice of font, choice of colour and quality of artwork on the cover. Well binded books with appealing choices of fount, colour and title head in just one direction; love at first sight. If such a book is being held by your enemy, you might want to propose a ceasefire simply to be able to ask for the book and read. I hold strongly to the hypothesis that if George Bush and Osama Bin Laden are placed on a diet of same books, after a while the enmity between them would somehow abate and the rest of humanity would be better for it.

I cannot recall ever meeting Peju Alatise the writer. Maybe I have seen some of the works of Peju the visual artist. I cannot be too sure. For a long time, I did not also get an opportunity to see the novel, which is her first, but I stumbled on a short review in one of the dailies and the title ORITA META: The Cross Roads, is all I needed to put it in the list of my achievable objectives for this year. I did not have till the end of the year to wait. Laalu, the patron god of the cross roads himself imbued me with sufficient blackmailing strategies to get a notorious editor friend of mine to offer me a copy at near gun point like the proprietary offering to Esu to let there be peace.

I got the book and my fear or call it challenge was triggered on from the dedication page. The author says she is interested in disproving the saying that women are their own worst enemies (I have no problem with that. I mean with her intent to prove anything whatsoever. She should just prove it convincingly) because her own growth, support and strength have been channeled through women. Thus she dedicates the work to her mother…her mothers…her sisters…her friend that stays closer than a brother and to all others of their likes (mothers, sisters and friends) “who offer their lives as a path to follow to a life worth living.” Then I wondered if this sister author ever read the creation story and if she did, whatever happened to all those who came down the line of Adam? On the next page however, is this unmarked headstone that suggests there is a man somewhere or that the author believes strongly in a male God who makes it possible for all her sisterhood sentiments to hold. These are all the appetizers I needed to plunge into the heart of the book.

In my perception, hardly can there be a more anti social and anti intellectual crime than hoarding useful information. To know of a book that is unread by a good many people or to have read a book that is good, bad or controversial and not share your view with others is a crime that bares the GRACE. No good Christian, Muslim or traditional believer would hoard a revelation even if you say it is not sublime. So, in the true spirit of what I believe, I go on to share with you some of what I make of Peju Alatise’s ORITA META: the Cross Roads.

The novel is about the separate and yet intertwined story of three major women characters, Oluwaremilekun (Remilekun), Cecilia (Sisi, Ifelolu) and Omolabake (Labake) who each have a part of the three clear parts of the narrative. This is the story of Oluwaremilekun

Six times her mother had laboured, six times the child had died till Oluwaremilekun came to stay. This accounts for the name which means God has relieved me of my tears. While growing up, Remilekun builds a relationship with one of the young boys around, Olalekan. It is a relationship that is expected to blossom into marriage but then disaster strikes. Remilekun is taken advantage of by a drunken slob from the landowners land. She soon finds out that she is pregnant and to cover up her shame, she takes flight to her grandmother’s village far from hers. There she gives birth and give up the child, whom she insists must be called Toluwani (it is God’s) for adoption. After doing this, she is convinced to go back and marry Olalekan. She does and Olalekan accepts her fully. They both have three more sons, Boluwatife (as God wishes), Olarotimi, (wealth stands by me) and Jayesinmi (let the world have peace). Years after, in a civil war, she loses her husband and in order to survive, she has to give away her eldest son Boluwatife in slavery, in exchange for a couple of goats upon which the rest of the family depend for survival. After many years of living from hand to mouth, she discovers money hidden by her late husband in the walls of their dilapidated home and life takes a new turn with her and the rest of the family. In an ironic twist, her mother in law informs her of a son her late husband has outside of wedlock (Olusoga). She is mandated to take charge of the son because the mother is dead. In alliance with other women like Adunni, she sets up the ‘Alternative’, an art and craft cooperative of women that encourages them to be both financially and mentally independent.

Cecilia’s story is the story of love and rejection. It is the story of Dr. Olwatoyosi and her University Professor friend who latter became her husband. It is the story of Tamedun, the story of nobody, somebody and everybody. Tamedun is the boy who was discovered in the middle of nowhere without a means of tracing his parents or people and was fostered by the professor and Dr. Olujobi. Like Remilekun’s story, Cecilia’s too starts from birth. She is born with a cleft of the upper palate and on account of that seeming abnormality, her parents refuse all entreaties and abandon her in the hospital. Dr Mrs. Olujobi takes her over and parents her. Along the line, she still encourages Sisi, as she fondly calls Cecilia, to pay her biological parents and family occasional visits. Reluctantly, the family welcomes her till they notice that she is near the age of marriage. At that time they are willing to take full charge of her. But matters do not get to a head till they circumcised her on one of her holiday visits. Naturally, her Dr. mother becomes livid with rage. The family’s calculation is based on the fact that with Cecilia’s college education, she would fetch them more in terms of dowry than any of their other children and that this may be the ticket they need to put the poverty line below them. In reaction to this act of circumcision, Dr. Olujobi takes her case for un-interfered custody to the elders of their church. The elders rule that the Sarumis have a right to their daughter irrespective of the fact that they have abandoned her fifteen years ago. After ten years with the Sarumis, a period within which Moyo, her best friend marries, and Tamedun, the only male friend of hers who has shown genuine interest in her, goes away with a promise to come back for her, Cecilia thinks she is fast becoming an old maid. Her parent’s response to the situation is to arrange to marry her off against her wish to Salako the short and polygamous man who is willing to marry her in spite of her deformity (the cleft). In reaction to this bid, she packs her things and goes back to Dr. Olujobi’s palce. But then, her story is not complete till the mystery of Tamedun is resolved. He comes back and takes her as wife. Before then, she is taken abroad for a corrective surgery that leaves her face exceedingly beautiful. Soon after, he takes her home to his people. At home, Tamedun is revealed as the same son of Remilekun who was earlier sold into slavery.

The third part of the story is the story of Omolabake, child of her mother’s old age who must therefore be extremely cared for. She is the child who grows up shunning her parent’s wealth in preference for the simple things and uncomplicated pleasures of life. She comes of age and her aged mother, especially, mounts pressure on her to give her a grandchild but all the suitors brought before her she turns down. When she finally finds the man who holds the key to her heart, she finds out that even love is not enough. First, her husband, who has found out that he is incurably infertile resorts to beating her in the belief that she would leave in annoyance. She does not. It is her mother in-law, whom she had put at an arms length in all family relations, who come to her rescue. Second, no sooner had the battery stop than her husband takes to heavy drinking in exchange.

While trying to adjust to this new situation in her marriage, she meets a man who has just been posted to head the Baptist church and they both fall in love. Just when she is about to take the plunge of having a full blown affair, she discovers that her secret lover is actually a well known friend of the family. The two lovers thereafter decide to call it quits. Soon after this, her husband who has been revealed as Jayesinmi disappears and is declared missing. After a month his decomposing corpse is discovered in a monkey trap. He is buried but according to tradition, his head stone cannot be laid since he has no child. The only remedy is for his wife to marry somebody from among his brothers or relations and have a child by him. Only then can his tombstone be erected and absolute after-life peace guaranteed him.

For Labake however, the convenient death of her husband makes it possible to marry the reverend gentleman. As her late husband’s family makes plans to have her choose one of the siblings of her husband to inherit her, she plans to elope with her lover. In hatching this plan, she takes into confidence her co wife, Cecilia, who has been renamed Ifelolu. While hatching the plan however, Remilekun overhears and also makes her own plan. When Labake finally runs away to her lover’s house, she not only met her lover and his parents waiting for her, there was Remilekun too. There and then it was revealed that this reverend gentleman, with white parents, is the same child once given away by a mother who insisted he be called Toluwani. Toluwani and Labake soon get married and a befitting tombstone is laid for Jayesinmi. Labake soon gives birth to a brown skin baby girl – Adetoun – whose story, says the author, is of the future.

Those are the three paths that converge to make a crossroad. Each of the paths also represents an individual who has to surmount the challenges of the crossroads in their lives. While one stretch of the story is going on, you never think that it has any connection with the previous one. Take especially the first two narratives – REMILEKUN AND CECILIA – they seem episodic enough. They almost suggest a life of their own till you get to the end of CECILIA. And then, you get the full import of the interconnectedness of every bit of the narrative in LABAKE. That is where you pleasantly find out that Ifelolu is Cecilia, that Jayesinmi is Labake’s husband, that Remilekun is Labake’s mother in-law and that Toluwani is still very much in the plot. This indeed is the convergence point in a crossroad where the dead, the living and the forgotten meet and mingle. That may be as far as the narratives are concerned. The overall tying up is done when you take the prologue and epilogue together. You arrive at a defining synthesis. This, in truth, is where the roads cross but it is also where they meet and merge to continue along one path.

Talking about synthesis let me make another projection. On the cover of the book are three heads. These are not just heads; they are female heads which are taken to represent each of the major characters in the novel. These heads are also pointers to each path that constitute the crossroads. This for me is a very strong artistic impression pregnant with potent meanings. I almost wanted to read this as a strong gender statement in which African cultural values are reagents to feminists or womanists ideals. My major reasons for this is that in the Yoruba world, if indeed one encounters the dilemma of the crossroads, it is ones head, far more than propitiations to Esu Laalu and the three hundred other deities and gods, which would clear a path for one. After all, the Yoruba’s say: ori la ba bo; ta a ba f’orisa sile, meaning that we had better worship the head and let the gods be, also because: ko s’orisa tii …la i s’ori eni, meaning there is no god that…..but ones head. Whether or not one will ever get to the crossroads at all depends on the head again because the Yorubas maintain that: ori lo mo bi oun n mu ese re, meaning it is the head that knows where it is taking the leg to. Forget about the fact that the leg seem to be moving on its own, the decision as to the direction to follow rests with the head.

Yes, in its way, ORITA META describes and prescribes. It describes the separate but intertwined life experience of three women and all that they come across. More than that, in these narratives is stuffed the suggestions that beyond the characters and situations being encountered, there is also the latent narrative of the African continent. It prescribes the way of the brown skin culture represented by Adetoun, who must overcome the controversy of the crossroads by exploring and inheriting the earth. You can extend and expand these descriptions and prescriptions when you take in the full import of the image of Africa both in the prologue and the epilogue. It is in the prologue that Alatise warns:


If you understand, you will know that the mother is called my Africa and the bride with her dancers could be the desire of the soul or the lust of the flesh. If you looked at the palm of your hand, will you not see your ability to do and you ability to become? It is the weakness of man that substitutes the desires of the soul for the lust of the flesh. Do not be confused. (4)

Who does the crossroad of Esu confound that the holy trinity does not? How come it is conceivable to find one person in three places while it is unbelievable to find three persons in one person or vice versa? If you can understand that the hood does not make the monk, how come you cannot comprehend that similar fact that cowries do not make the traditional believer’s priest?

Alatise’s ORITA META speaks in languages that reach deeper than the English language. She speaks in images and metaphors. She speaks of the pains of womanhood. She speaks in colours of paints and strokes of brushes. She speaks in canvasses and palettes. She speaks in prose, in poetry and in parables. She speaks of African folktales and biblical allusions. That is why the narrator keeps changing. Sometime it is the omniscient narrator who sees everything. Sometimes it is the first person narrator. This is not to say that this is a perfect book. It has its lapses which include the usual editorial gaffes such as mix up in temporal settings and unverifiable cultural postulations. Down page forty two, Remi shuddered her shoulders. I would have advocated for her to shrug her shoulders. Take again for instance expressions like; “Some other women where there and they said little” (69). “She asked me to read the name on the label and it read ‘Alterative’. In the city, we liked ‘Alternative.” (69) When she talked ( ) herself as a slave…. In the city we like to call slaves, servant. (72). For a Yoruba girl too, while her handling of the folktales are commendable, her spelling of Yoruba words are not too tidy. For yeepa, she has YE KPA! (65) Pray, what language would that be? Okay, let us start from the beginning. Unsure whether when roads cross they become roads or road, the outside cover page reads ORITA META: THE CROSROADS while the inside title page reads ORITA META: THE CROSSROAD. Well, the choice is yours.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Introducing!





Ropo Ewenla, (B.A. OAU, M.A. U.I) art and culture consultant.




He is an actor that can be found mostly on the stage. In recent times, however, he has been caught playing on television. He plays the chararcter, Vegas, In Alpha Vision's Domino.



Some of his stage credits include: Olohun Iyo in Soyinka's Death and the King's Horseman as directed by Makinde Adeniran (1995), Oga Redio in Osofisan's Esu and the Vagabond Minstrels as directed by Tunji Azeez for Optimom Art Konsotiom, Sapon in Tomoloju's Jankariwo as directed by Tunji Azeez for Muson Festival 2002, Baba Awo in Osofisan's Twingle Twangle a Twinning Tayle as directed by Sola Fosudo in 1999 and convocation ceremonies of Lagos State University, 2002, Oba Sarumi in Soyinka's Kongi's Harvest as Directed by Ben Tomoloju for the Festival of Nigerian Plays (FESTINA) 2003 of the National Associtation of Theatre Arts Practitioners (NANTAP), multiple roles in Soyinka's Opera Wonyosi as directed by Makinde Adeniran for Muson Festival 2005 and Professor in Mufu Onifade's Love is Blind as Directed by Makinde Adeniran in 2006/7.

Some of his current consultancy work are with Ladirenike Consulting, Lagos, Family Health Development Initiative (FAHEDI), Ile Ife and Smiling Fortune Communications, Lagos. He is an art and cultural facilitator whose exploits include being Director of Programmes and Project for the foremost Nigerian art and cultural advocacy Group, Committee for Relevant Arts (CORA) untill 2005, where he was part of the organisation of some of the most exciting and challenging editions of the Lagos Books and Arts Festival. Currently, he is Secretary of the Ife Festival of Poetry that is in its tenth year. He is also one of the facilitators of Poetry Porter, a monthly meet of poets and artistes. He is a radio playwright for the BBC Nigeria in the Yoruba edition of Story Story Alo Alo. He is co founder and Assistant Director Optimom Arts Konsotiom, Lagos.

Most recent works include putting together an adaptation of Osofisan's Twingle Twangle...as Life's Journey of Choices as part of activities to commemorate 10 years of Toyota Motors in Nigeria.



Membership of professional associations in the arts include: National Association of Theatre Arts Practitioners (NANTAP), Association of Voice Over Artists (AVOA) Nigeria.

On this blog, he gives you an opportunity to read some of his thoughts on art culture, politics among other things.

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