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episode 1
Fred
Life as a struggling actor can be frustrating
which clearly explains the meaning of
struggle.
Those days you go hungry just so you get
transport fare for auditions, those demeaning
things one had to do to make career ends
meet, no cash was coming in but the joy of
doing what you love maximized the utility I
craved for.
I studied Theater Arts in the prestigious
university of Ibadan, took numerous courses
in the field of film and Cinematography and
also acquired some skill in practical by
joining various drama groups. knowledge
wise, I am rich, and I’ve been told countless
times that I am the future of moving pictures
and it is better in my hands than anyone.
Despite my formidable CV in the theater
world, I still haven’t gotten my big break, the
industry does not know me, I have been in
front of cameras but not with ace directors or
the big cakes in the industry, so many free
jobs I did to just send my name out there to
someone who will love me enough to believe
in me.
This wait of mine is five years and it has
start to mess with my being, I kept on going
but instead of getting what I want, i got the
flip side of the coin, offers were coming but
as a lecturer!
This was good news to people around me
but It wasn’t to me, it made me feel like I
never will live that life I dream of daily, my
mother managed to convince me, saying it
could be a blessing in disguise and I should
see it more as an encouragement and not a
curse.
My mom is a pastor and she knows how to
use to scripture to pass her message across,
I was pinned to the edge of my thoughts until
I start to reconsider being a lecturer in the
theater arts, over time; I started to convince
myself saying it is better than nothing.
I went through my emails on the eve of my
birthday; I went through the mails sent to me
by various institution, i weighed them and I
considered the University of Calabar and the
University of Abuja, both attractive and the
pay was reasonable, first; I called the
University of Abuja and they told me the offer
was closed, the job have been given out. It
didn’t get me sad, instead I was irritated at
myself for thinking a job offered to me nine
months ago could still be available, I got
discouraged and didn’t call my second
option, until I was persuaded again by my
mother.
I called UNICAL and they confirmed to me
that the job was still very much available and
they have been praying I call. Reluctantly, I
told them I will join them as soon as I can. A
month later, after dangerous thoughts and
further persuasions from folks and friends, I
decided to go to Calabar, it seem to be where
God is for me.Uduak
I am here packing up my bags to journey
back to Nigeria, my country but I am not sure
I can call it home. I have stayed here in the
United kingdom for twenty years, going back
is both exciting and depressing
simultaneously.
I thought of going there to learn in detail
about the culture and norms so as to project
it in moving pictures, it is my way of standing
distinct amidst the very competitive
environment I am in; theater arts is a big deal
here in the UK, so one need a strong and
formidable symbol that will single you out as
Unique. An excellent edge is needed.
After much deliberations, I was able to figure
that I have all I need within me, I just have to
harness the most potent factors to command
the results I seek. Nigeria my country have
over 200 ethnic groups with dynamic
cultures, distinctly different from each other,
the theater have not seen this and they have;
they have not seen it from my perspective.
I made a lot of findings, I picked my nativity
{Efik} as my focal point, It is going to be my
project. I have to show to the British filming
academy why they should love not just my
tribe but the other hundreds in the country.
This entails I will be transferring to the
university of Calabar for the next 18 months
to make my dreams come through.
I am excited about that, but the fact that I am
leaving my friends and folks here in London
to stay with an Aunt I last saw when I was
three was worrisome. I packed anyways and
in company of my folks, I made my way to
the airport. 13hrs flight journey was also
making me loose my cool but Its going to
worth the stress is the sentence I take solace
in.
After bidding farewell and little outside
cuddles, I moved towards the exit terminal to
join the plane, it was then the most
anticipated moment came to life, I wept for
no definitive reason. Board the plane with
feigned courage and strapped the fuvk up so
as to journey to Nigeria and also journey in
my thoughts for the next 13hrs.Fred
After getting all the necessaries from the
school such as my plane ticket, I packed up
immediately. It is unprofessional to stall the
school and since I am now a staff, there is a
status-quo I must abide by..
I was given 72hrs to reach my place of work
as the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me. I
got the most available flight ticket to Calabar
which was the following day by 7pm. I got all
I thought I will need, and also went through
the contact proposed to me by the school
with my lawyer friend Ndifreke who also is a
native of Calabar. We perused rigorously the
60 pages contract and he affirmed it was
satisfactory and secure. I was gradually
getting comfortable with the lecturing job,
though it is mediocre but it is that half bread
our people say is better than nothing.+2episode 2
Uduak
Jeez! Finally in the very popular Muritala
Mohammed Airport in Lagos; Thirteen hours
felt like 13years on the very miserable flight; I
sat next to a coughing patient and it was just
too horrible an experience. I couldn’t
complain because then; I will be the
sociopath and anti-humanity brute, I had to
take it all.
I dashed for the door as soon as I heard we
have landed. I got out to get fresh air, I
moved to the exit and I was hit with an awful
din by the hundreds of taxi drivers, all
advertising their charter service.
It was at night, so without wasting time, I got
one and requested he take me to any nearby
hotel to pass the night. I insisted it should be
somewhere close to the airport because of
my flight to Calabar this next day.
After struggling to understand my accent, the
bald short man obliged and took me to a
very exquisite hotel, some place that felt and
looked like London. I got comfortable
immediately, had my bath, rubbed my very
toned body with my night lotion, and deep
down, I wished the taxi man hit on me; truly
hoped that the he would pass the night.
I was h---y for reasons i cannot explain.
I connected to the hotel’s password, skyped
my folks, and watched some hot Adult movie
that turned me the Fork on and i fingered
myself to pulp. My cl!toris was fire red and
rivulets of juices dripped in appreciation of
my good finger work.
After my self service, I slept off immediately
unclad and without washing up. The stink of
[email protected] lulling me to a deep and yearning
sleep. I dreamt of raging c---s and insane S
£x.Fred
Up early and out in my friend’s car to the
airport, my flight is 10am but because of the
tireless traffic in Lagos, I want to be in the
airport’s vicinity early enough so nothing will
stall me. My good friend is my driver and his
joy in doing this for me was very palpable,
countless times, he professed how much he
is happy for me. He was sure this has in it,
more blessing than I envisaged.
It was seeming like my mom hired him to do
this because he really sounds like her. My
over caring mother on the other hand kept
calling and texting, torrents of prayers was
unleashed on me and my lips is getting tired
of saying amen, her co-pastors also saw it
good to call me and release yet another
tsunami of prayers on me. Their prayers had
something in common, they all included in it
that i get also a good girl in Calabar like I
have gotten a good job there, the same thing
Ndifreke was telling me as he drove.
He advertised how beautiful, girls from his
state are, and how well they cook and
effusively, he told me about their
performance in bed, how firm their asses and
b0s0m were, and he practically sold me up
on them.
This was my morning in a nutshell, and he
went as far as to save some numbers on my
phone, and even encouraged me to call them
and linkup with them. I was just looking;
totally overwhelmed from both ends.Uduak
OMG! This is not happening right now! I got
up late, maybe from overdose of ecstasy I
got from the finger job I gave my self. it is
7:30am and I have a 8:20am flight to catch!
I rushed through bathing and got prepared.
This is the fastest I have done in my entire
life.
I got out and its now 8:00am, the notorious
Lagos traffic stared right at my face and I
know for sure that I am in trouble! Fork!
My cab man worsened my dilemma by
saying he cannot come because of traffic
impendimments. I have just 15mins to reach
the d--n airport. Im in a crazy fix!
I use to think I have this innate way to find
solutions and make swift decisions to
situations, but it dawned on me that I am just
a beneficiary of enabling environment like
London. Lagos is different and D--n it is
hostile too! These were my thoughts in
complacency, I even thought that God was
trying to punish me for my misguided act
yesterday.
In the middle of my forlorn, I waved a car and
driver parked beside me, with my eyes full
with tears; I walked to the window, now my
eyes couldn’t hold back the tears, “please, I
am late and I have a plane to catch, please;
help me get out of this place, I beg you” I
said this praying fervently in my heart that
they are not illiterates. The gentleman on the
driver’s side wind down and declared the best
news in the world to me, “we are headed to
the airport, come in,” My heart thudded in
great joy.To be continued
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