Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Can't wait to get my "Pound of Flesh"

Nkem DenChukwu has yet again, produced another masterpiece only from the mind of legendary Writer/Director Don Okolo, POUND OF FLESH. 

'POUND OF FLESH' traverses the full spectrum of emotions. It unfolds with tasteful sentimentality, driven by a powerful score from a proven film composer.

As the film opens, twelve-year-old piano prodigy, Chinelo (aka Nelo) Olisa, takes delight in the amazement on the faces of shoppers who hear her playing, and believed Mozart has returned from the grave. That same night, Nelo again reincarnates Mozart, as the featured pianist in concert with the Fort Bend Symphony Orchestra. She and the Orchestra play to a packed house. It is her last performance.

On their home from the concert, an accident happens and Nelo is trapped in the family’s burning car. It is quickly obvious that she will not escape…and is destined to burn to death. A man on the scene, unable to allow the twelve year old to die such a horrible death, provides her the only escape possible…death from a single gunshot."
What happens next will strap the audience to their seats and blow their minds away... Come see what the buzz is all about on Saturday, August 23, 2014 at AMC LOEWS FOUNTAINS 18 Stafford (Houston), Texas at 7pm.

'If you have tears, prepare to shed them.' ...William Shakespeare

Friday, June 13, 2014

Liberia Music Awards Foundation recognizes Liberian Musicians around the world.

Atlanta - The Liberia Music Awards Foundation will be hosting for the first time a music awards ceremony in Duluth, Georgia which will bring together Liberians from all over the world. The mission of the Liberia Music Awards Foundation is to show and prove that music is not just for entertaining, but also for education, uplifting, reconciliation and healing.  With the mission being as such, the foundation is gearing towards uplifting rising stars for tomorrow's entertainment world.  The LMA will help educate musicians through voice training, instrumental skills building and through all and keeping fit though physical exercise.

All will be done while unlocking potentials for them to become world re-known musicians of tomorrow.  The idea of the awards is to help facilitate the exposure, promotion and celebration of the art of music and the fusion of Liberian artists; to Make African Liberian Music a mass appeal genre; o identify, and recognize hidden musical talents in order to give mentorship and needed exposure; to provide opportunities to learn about the rich musical heritage of Liberia; to promote moral values through the medium of music and embark on community development program and supporting deprived community through collaborative action.

Liberia today enjoyed freedom after having gone through 15 years of civil war; so many people used music for uplifting themselves and others.  Through music, many people found the courage to stay alive and fight for their lives.  Post-war, musicians made music for inspiration, spirituality, love, comedy and much more.  Even though lives were lost, music made a huge contribution as far as encouragement and uplifting spirits.  The Liberia Music Awards Foundation exist today to congratulate and thank those with these musical talents.

About Liberia Music Awards

The Liberia Music Awards Foundation and its owners are the sole owners of the names Liberia Music Awards.  Liberia Music Awards is registered and trademarked in Liberia. They are also the sole registered owners of the Liberia Music Awards in the United States of America. There is an ongoing registration process in the United Kingdom allowing the Foundation to stage the Liberia Music Awards in the near future with its Chairman Christabell Peters based in the United Kingdom.

Nigerian gospel singer Kefee dies

Popular Nigerian gospel singer Kefee Obareki Don-Momoh has reportedly died in a hospital in the United States. Known to her fans as the "Branama Queen", she is believed to have become ill on a flight to the US about two weeks ago and fallen into a coma.

Nigerian Entertainment Today published a statement from her UK manager saying she had died of lung failure. Married to DJ Teddy Don-Momoh, the star's best-known hits are Branama and Kokoroko. Her music career reportedly began at the age of eight when she sang in a church choir.

"It is with a great sadness but grateful hearts that we announce the passing to glory due to lungs failure this morning of our God's mouth piece, chorus leader, daughter, wife, sister, friend Kefee Branama Queen," Kefee's UK Manager, Adeline Adebayo, said in a statement.

source: bbc

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Be ‘doggone’ Mindful of What You Say!

Recently, I ran into an old friend at a local Grocery Store. After all the hugs and ‘Oh My God(s), it’s been a while,’ exchanges, this old friend asked about my children and how they were coping with not living with their father. Her eyes rounded just as her lips pursed to repeat the question in the event that I didn’t hear her. But, I heard her loud and clear. The glint in her eyes told me she couldn’t give a hoot about my children’s wellbeing. She was clearly molding the next round of offensive bites to start off her weekend gossip. I let a counterfeit smile ride my face to change the ugly countenance that had begun to press against my unmade face.

“They are doing great actually! Growing up fast too. My oldest is almost as tall as I am. God is good. Thank you for asking. You look great!” I mumbled on. “How are you and your family?” I asked her almost immediately. The smile I had crafted had frozen up, and my facial muscles had begun to hurt.

My question to her went unanswered. And here was why: I had to clear the huddle she had placed before me, if I didn’t want the one-sided barrage to continue. The compliment about her looking great didn’t matter; she couldn’t feed that to her ardent listeners. It was flat, and she needed something that has humps; cold cuts, munchies and a crap load of gritty meshes sweetened in a cauldron of witch-brewed juices. What was I to do? This babe was on a roll! I thought maybe she was going to talk about my recent live television interview with Emmy Award Winner, Fox 26 News Anchorwoman; Melissa Wilson. Nah, nah! She fired away, burying me deeper than she had dug the grave.

‘Nkem, I am very disappointed in you. As a matter of fact, you should be ashamed that your children do not live with their father too. A woman has more dignity in the community and amongst her peers when she has her family together, especially considering where we come from. So biko (So please), when asked, do not take pride in telling people that you are a single mother. You ought to be ashamed of yourself and not be seen in public.’

I stared at her and was appalled at her audacity. Rare? Yes! But when you find it, the bearer is usually a plutocrat. Gagged? Indeed I was! In the middle of a Grocery Store, I was stripped, flogged, and hung out to dry. When the initial rush of anger receded, I took that deep breath, without making it obvious. She stood in my face like Rhoda of the Nile with all her teeth exposed in a Fu Manchu smirk. How could I respond to such vapid utterance; the ignorance and stupidity that rode on her condemnation of me was a high-wired act, and I didn’t think I had enough of 4th of July fireworks in my repertoire to knock her silly. What I had was lame and neither fully esoteric nor powerful enough to make the kind of dent on her impudence and douse her down like a bowl of sopping oatmeal. The only option available was to knock those teeth out. That would have been great. You see, she is a practicing dentist, and wouldn’t have too much trouble putting her teeth back. However, any physical engagement would have worked, if I were bigger. If only looks could really hurt! However, I am glad I am neither violent nor abusive.

My spirit soared above the metal awnings holding the roof up. Does she know the hell I had been through? We all go through stuff no matter the persona we each wear. But then again, being educated doesn’t mean wisdom is applied intelligently. 

‘Oh, let me have women around me that are shy and thoughtful. Sleek-headed, over schooled brats as Bellisimo here are mean and selfish…such women are dangerous,’ my heart wailed.

Physician heal thyself, I thought.

“Doc…” I began. “I hope that you’d never see the day come when you’d pack and leave your husband. Being a single mother is not a disease. It doesn’t lower or degrade your status, nor would it depreciate your value as a human being. And being married does not appreciate your value,” I finally managed to say.

We should do our best each day to improve ourselves. What we say to one another must be carefully measured, thought out before we release that first salvo. Clearly, my Doctor friend did not have a moment to bite on those words to soften their impact before she spat them out. Here’s another thing she failed to do; she couldn’t have been so dumb not to know that my feelings could be hurt. Then again, it could be the plutocrat in her or the carriage of her, the stinking persona she wears like an over-made Barbie doll, that compels her to thumb her nose at others.

Even if I had wanted to lash back at her to even the score, I wouldn’t have been able to; my frozen face and the smile it bore like a crazy woman’s visage wouldn’t let me. So, I held my tongue tight and branded her unnecessary and irrelevant at that precise moment. I literally shoved her into the realm of those, especially, them that walk hollow, think blandly, and would always dress in borrowed robes as a way of bottling up my rage. There were other cheap contraptions on this woman. I will spare you those to avoid any further, meaner construction of her being. But know this; she must be de-cluttered and her inadequacies reshuffled and rebranded. And I know exactly how to do that.

Events happen in our lives to make us better, stronger, tougher, and wiser. And at the same time, there are other things that happen our way to destroy and weaken us, only because we allow them to take place.
--> If being single, divorced, or separated are all diseases, then there should be an over-the-counter remedy to right them. And, it’s neither an abomination, or is it? I am not kidding you: Exactly ten weeks after my encounter with her, the Doctor packed up and vamoosed; she packed up alright…with her two kids in tow, and left her husband and the home she had lived in for the past fifteen years. Dr. Do-no wrong, sighted irreconcilable differences like I had done. However, her own gist tapered wickedly; he had pulled the wig off her head, grabbed the natural web and pounded her frontal lobe against the wall to knock her out. Believe me, I am looking forward to having an intimate lunch with this woman. I will buy her a drink…no juices, unadulterated concoction.

Whatever I have them serve her must pack a wallop. You see, I must loosen her up to listen to her yarn. Oh, I will pick up the tab too. And right after she had had that first sip…bang!!! That will be me firing the first shot to see how the staccato would ring in her ears, and how her body would hang after the barrage hits her. Hello?

Remember: The past is only a memory. The present is here and now. Never be defined by the challenges that life throws at you, nor by the forces that weaken you, nor the people whose mission is to make you just as miserable as they themselves are! Be your own success story. ~ ND

Nkem DenChukwu contributes to Trendy Africa Magazine.