Monthly Archives: January 2012

Half of a Yellow Sun film, sex with Chiwetel and how you solve a problem like Thandie.

Ndi Igbo worldwide are up in arms.

The Half of a Yellow Sun book by nwa ada Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie has been optioned for a Hollywood film starring Chiwetel Ejiofor as ‘Odenigbo’, Thandie Newton as ‘Olanna’ and Dominic Cooper as ‘Richard’. Now, this is good news. How many Nigerian books have made it into Hollywood after all?

But are Igbo people happy? Like heck. Well don’t stop now!

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Epilogue and Rigi-rigi things.

I have almost completed my first draft; all 15 chapters, done, redone, sent off to readers, rewritten, tweaked and stacked. All that’s left is the epilogue and after 19 hours, I have decided to give myself a break and tackle it with fesh eyes tomorrow.

To celebrate the approaching conclusion of this enterprise (I’m igbo. You celebrate the potential of something and also the thing itself), I went trawling through Youtube and found this gem:

Why on earth he uses auto-tune is when he can sing like this is beyond me. If you haven’t heard this track, I guarantee that you will love it; it’s mellow and smoky and very mature. But it wouldn’t be very Flavoursome if it didn’t have a special twist at the end. Ajo nwa. (Me? Obsessed?)

My deadline is on Monday. Until then, my friends.

Ka chi foo.

I lied. They are not. Maybe they’ll kiss or something; make it really old school. I give up for this babe, abeg.

But the good news is, 7,000 words to go. HURRAH! I did think I’d be done long before now, but life has a way of serving you cabin biscuits when all you want is bread.

Anyway, I’ll be doing a post on Yellow Igbo Boys (YIBS for short). Everyone has one.

See you soon.

Nx

Flavour N’abania: Philosopher

Continuing in my lust zeal fascination with the chunk of Awesome-made-flesh that is Flavour N’abania, I recently found out another facet of him to admire – and one more pleasing to Hub’s sensibilities than the bit I was previously obsessed journalistically concerned with (Hint: My previous obsession happens during the words Kporoko kpom kpo tom kpo and sawa sawa sawa lee, but I digress).

The philosophy I’m talking about occurs in first line of the Ashawo remix. Ala daalu ada adago – Breasts that have fallen, remain fallen. How apt! For only yesterday I was walking by the mirror in Tot’s room and noticed that my assets had depreciated in value. My shape just looked odd. So, using my hands I returned them to their original position and I found myself standing straighter, breathing better. The world was just in HD. I let them go. Black and white. Picked them up, HD. I thought to myself: WWFND? (Ten points to Gryffindor for the first person to get this one). Well, he would build the shit out of it but since breasts have no muscle, that’s moot. I could build my core muscles and back muscles so I stand differently but Flavour would still be right. Ala daalu ada will remain fallen.

So I’m doing the next best thing: Bra shopping! As soon as Tot’s done with them again, these babies are getting the best support money can buy.

For you see, ala can daa all it wants, but it’s no match for a La Perla bra. He he he, Flavour. How do you like them apples? Yes. That’s what I thought.