Emeka Amakeze

Valentine And The Rejects Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 14:53:58 PST

Faces are glowing
The excitement is in the air
No one wants to be left behind
That's what Valentine's Day does
It’s not all that it does though
Some faces stay gloomy at the mention of it
Scars of loss in the battlefield of love
On the 14th day of the 2nd month

But take it or leave it
By dawn of the 15th day of the 2nd month
When the battle must have been lost and won
There would be the chosen at the peak
And the rejects at the bottom of the valley
Some hearts will be mended
More than a few other hearts would be broken.
I know it's beautiful to be a chosen one

But being among the brokenhearted
Or rejects isn't the worst that can happen
Resorting to self pity kills faster
It's painful
Especially when you've put in a lot
But then
It becomes a time to release yourself
From emotional and sentimental bondage

If you find love on Valentine’s Day
It’s a feeling that slowly and swiftly warms the heart
When you smile for another was abandoned for you
There’s yet another 14th day of another 2nd month
What goes around might come around then
And you will also become a number
Swelling the ranks of those thay hate Valentine’s Day

I might not really know what that day means to you
But for me, it is a also a day to face inwards
And confront yourself on the meaning of your relationship
Which way does the wind of your love blow?
Let the joy of your love reach the less privileged
But for those whose tears wash away their joy
It’s not the end of the your world
For happy are those who find peace, joy and direction in rejection.

Happy Valentine's Day

I Have Something To Say

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 12:31:46 PST

You’re the fairest of them all and they never cease to be awed as they laud and applaud the handiwork of God and none ever jawed you my love. Your beauty is not flawed because you’re not a fraud. I will fight and claw to make your path so broad

You make me recite how much skintight my love fits to your heart because I’m your knight that always comes to your fight. I will hold you through the night till our spirits are truly light with the delight we know how well to excite.

You have been a dearest friend and you alone I will always send. I will bend even to break just to make amend to blend in your life my love. They can’t comprehend how much I depend on your trend because you don’t pretend.

How long has it really been since my soul desires to be seen by you. I will trek even to Berlin to feel you addict me like caffeine because I’ve truly missed you and your Africa cuisine. I’m keen my love not to allow anybody come in between

I’m so proud you’re well endowed and because you give me the happiness of a crowd, you make me scream aloud when you exude that appeal that puts me in the mood and I make you reach for the cloud. Your love feels like food to my soul

You’re aware I value you more than air because you’ve shown me how much you care by making me an heir and I feel like a billionaire in this love affair. I swear nobody out there will dare to compare with you my rare luminaire

Never met any that’s half the woman you are and as I quaff of your love and because you’re not a diamond in the rough, you make me feel like a chief among my peers. You make me laugh even when times are tough and make me call bluff of those who think I should‘ve had enough

Assuaging my fear with each passing year, you’ve made me appear drunk without a drop of beer and fearless like a brigadier. I will commandeer what whatever you find so dear and make all your worries disappear and veer you away from any wear and tear.

I’m not in contest for your love because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re my crest of affection and my chest can’t contain all your zest even if compressed. I’m blessed you’re mine and will stay away from all that you detest

I will always have something to say about the way you make me sway and Cupid will first betray love before I delay to tell you how much I love you from day to day. I will whisk you to fantasy land straight away and never allow you to stray

I still have something more to say my love

Let Me Take You There

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 07:35:05 PDT

I know some exotic places

Places I want to take you to

I know this place

A place where the clouds will be your pillow

And the winds caress with airy fingers

A place where the sunset creates lovely silhouettes

Places you can only dream of

Dreams I can only make true

This and more I want to give

They call it Atlantis

Where clothes worn leave everything else to the imaginations

Hallucination is out of the question

Let me take you there

I will make you feel better than the orgasmic apples of Avalon

I know another island

I know Beimini

Paradise home of the fountain of youth

I will take you there

Let me take you to El Dorado

Shower you with gold

Adorn you with diamonds that will shame City of the Caesars

I will take you there

I will take you to Cockaingne

Where ethereal bliss awaits

I am your genie

I will grant you all the pleasures you’ve only imagined

Take you away from the distractions of the modern world

And give you all the happiness of Shangri-La

I could take you to all these magical places

But let me take you to my heart my darling

Cos nothing I’ve said compares to it

Allow me to take you there

Strong Thing

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 03:59:18 PDT

I used to imagine what went through your mind
Each time you saw me on your TV screen
Do you think I am taking it too far?
Or you still think I’m doing my job as an actor
Strong thing wey you dey do me

Imaginations that made me uneasy
Are you pleased with what I do?
Or do you feel like fast forwarding my scenes
Is switching off the TV ever an option?
Strong thing we you dey do me

Even with the call for action
Still wished I sat beside you on the sofa
So I could watch you
And make me on the screen irrelevant
Strong thing wey you dey do me

I eventually found a refuge in my thoughts
Each time I played the villain
I played I was avenging a hurt done you and if I got killed
I died well thinking you felt the pains as the bullets hit me
Strong thing wey you dey do me

Even in death. . .
I wished I could wink at the camera
Just to remind you it’s still a movie but then. . .
Nollywoodforever, Nollywooduncut, MsTilii and the rest will crucify me
Strong thing wey you dey do me

Far be it from my mind to make you jealous
Each time I kissed my beautiful colleagues passionately
I could call your name and wink at the camera again but. . .
If only all the princesses in movies could bear your lovely name
Strong thing wey you dey do me

When I played the knight in shining armour
You imagined you’re the princess I was fighting to save
The thought makes me act better. . .
And tell myself I was born to do this
Strong thing wey you dey do me

It’s taken me years to be here. . .
A lot of hard work to win your love and admiration. . .
I know it comes flashing before your eyes
As you watch me fight to win her love on screen
Strong thing wey you dey do me

If only you can say . . .
“That’s my man’’¸ as you watch me act
I can throw my gauntlet at any critic with a smile in my heart
Can they feel or understand how much you inspire me?
Strong thing wey you dey do me

I used to think it was just a job
But when I realized it was one moving constant that reminds you of me
Even when you’ve not seen me for like. . .
Pleasing you becomes the job and acting becomes a pleasure
Strong thing wey you dey do me

You love what I do
I love the way you love what I do
Inspiring me to be the best
Don’t stop this thing you do to me
Strong thing wey you dey do me

I Heard

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 16:28:12 PDT

I’ve been searching for another like you

But those words never ceased to haunt me

One day you will wake up and not find me

You said those with tears in your eyes

They didn’t mean much to my uncaring soul

With the grief of a child, I now remember

I’ve wished for nothing else but what we had

But I heard you are now happily married

I never knew there weren’t two of you out there

Reaching out for you in others is a mirage

I remember you say tearfully

“I love you but you are hurting me”

Now I wish I could even say that to you

As long as I have you in my life

But sadly, I heard you’re now happily married

You gave me your all and I gave you nothing

I know now it hurts not to be in love with you

Just like others before her, she’s nothing like you

I heard you are now happy

Squeezing out a river of your tears from the pillow we shared

How much pain did I cause you? I miserably ask myself

Where was my selfish heart when tiny drops of hurt tears

Ran a river down your heart and your love sailed away

I heard he makes you very happy

Sitting at a corner staring at the pieces of my heart

Broken by those I thought were sexier than you

My pride is gone but heartache keeps me company

I am sad but I heard your laughter now rings out

Can’t believe I sacrificed all you had for me

On the alien altar of uncertain scarlet women

And now I am paying for my waywardness

As I gazed at the pieces of my own broken heart

I woke up and realized that you are gone

I heard you are now more than happy

Zafaa Awards 2011
I won a nomination at the just concluded
Zafaa Awards Nominations Ceremony in the Best
Screenplay Category!
Please cast your votes for Emeka Amakeze for
Best Screenplay with the movie - MAIDENS @
www.zafaa.com

Our Direction

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 15:15:38 PDT

It truly was not my decision

Admiration initially drew me to her

Her words pictured my aspirations

Inspirations her actions evoked in me

And I rose to her love and protection

Instructions I could not wait for

Because I knew it was my function

Perfection was what stared at me

Told her so because I had the gumption

I earlier never put her into consideration

But now limitations now no longer exists

And we’re moving towards one destination

Zafaa Awards 2011
I won a nomination as the just concluded
Zafaa Awarda Nominations Ceremony
Please don't forget to cast your votes for
Emeka Amakeze for Best Screenplay with the
movie - MAIDENS at www.zafaa.com

Zafaa Awards 2011 Nominations

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 19:08:17 PDT

Yours sincerely, Emeka Amakeze won a nomination for Best Screenplay with the movie MAIDENS at the just concluded Zafaa Awards 2011 nominations ceremony.

Do cast your vote for a fellow blogger at www.zafaa.com

We’re Better Than God

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 00:45:41 PDT

We are the products but we know our manual better than our creator and in our mortal intelligence, we have conquered our environment except for a few we will still master. Yes, we will master them because we’re not afraid of Earthquakes and Tsunamis.

Some of us can be very annoying sometimes and God can testify to that fact. He couldn’t take it at a time and had to use flood to wipe out almost everybody. But then, he didn’t have the stomach for it and never tried it again. I just wonder the kind of admiration He will have for us knowing that we used atomic bomb to wipe out people but have since moved to nuclear bombs and still have the stomach to kill others with machetes and even bury them in mass graves.
Are we not better than God?

Agreed that He gave the Israelites freedom by bringing them out of Egypt but he left the common Egyptians to suffer in the hands of their leaders but without the fear of sounding too proud, we have given the common Egyptians the freedom God should have given them! Phewwww! One for us, people!

When God said we shouldn’t have any other god besides him, what was he thinking when money was already in circulation? I guess we’re just too smart. We do everything for money but we don’t call it worship although it’s a god; while God is there waiting for us to bow down before one effigy or the other

What level have we not taken jealousy? We bathe people with acid and leave them a gory sight! We sever private parts in fits of jealousy. We ultimately kill without second thoughts when pushed by jealousy yet God said he’s jealous yet He forgives all things! Shouldn’t he learn the meaning of jealousy from us and accept the fact that we are his betters?

Don’t you question what’s in a name that God should tell us not to take his in vain? Isn’t it just a name? For goodness sakes, we wear smiles on our faces and tell others what bad bitches and motherfucking dudes we are? Haven’t you seen how cool our friends react when we call them hoes and bitches? Guess God is not fly enough to answer SexyGod or HotGod etc

And what’s with this working for six days and resting on the seventh day? God should have tried planking for some recreation! By the way, we don’t work on the seventh day, we only prepare for what awaits on the next first day
We are simply smarter and better than God and as you are reading this, I’m sure you’re coming out with more facts about how we’re better than God that will help strengthen these non exhaustive thoughts of a smart specie

If a father should call his son, “son of a bitch” right in front of his mother and they are cool with it, I wonder how such a son would honour his parents. We’re smart enough to know that respect is reciprocal. When a husband thinks that beating his wife is the hallmark of manhood and wife thinks that teaching her daughters that running around with men pays better, it becomes easier for us to deduce that when a Police officer marries a Prison Warder, they’re likely to give birth to Prisoners! Are we not really smart?

And who says we commit murder? We don’t kill because we want to? It’s just about serving out justice. We judge people, find them guilty and we kill them even if we don’t know what they committed. There is always collateral damage! I guess God never thought of those words!

We don’t know what meaning God attached to adultery but we think that helping other men and women to appreciate their wives and husbands respectively to perform their “civic” duties is nothing less than admirable. We give other people’s wives self confidence and build their self-esteem by showing them that they are still desirable while they show our wives how better to take care us.

And when He said we should not steal, He absolutely underestimated the gift of free will which He bestowed on humans. Why would we steal chicken and goats and be labelled thieves when we can conveniently effect some personal aggrandizement in the legal structures of Executive, Legislature, Judiciary arms of government and then the Police! I’m really having a laugh at how daft God thinks we are.

We all condemn it when people bear false witnesses against their neighbours but that is especially when they do it for nothing. We don’t hate Judas because he bore false witness against Christ but because the foolish mugu did it for a few coins instead of asking for two or three Ghana-must-go bags of money.

If we have to take from those that have little and add to the many we have, does that make us covetous? No! We would only be teaching them to be ambitious and aim higher by doing to those beneath them as those above them did to them.

We are really better than God and I am sure that’s why the peace and love that only God gives; which we really need, elude us and will continue to elude us, but I don’t think we really care because we are better than God

The Painter

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 05:48:59 PDT

I am a painter and my works are done in reliefs of words

I paint freely and i do not flatter at all

I paint the souls of men and the beauty of his world

I paint the unsoundness of his mind

I make everything evident; the roughness, contours; everything as i see it

I do not care whether i get paid or not

I am a painter and i paint with words

I am the painter

Spoon

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 16:03:21 PDT

Does it mean I can’t eat without one?
I was loved and carried as a child
Though I was fed with a bottle
They said I have a bright future
Nobody ever looked for my spoon

My parents sent me to school
And I came out in flying colours
My school sandals were not the best
Some others went to school on bare foot
But hard work wore them designer shoes

Why are some lives all about a spoon?
When none of us was born with one
Make of a spoon is not the quality of the food
My mother’s food tastes pretty with my fingers

Nwoye never had a spoon but later bought a dozen
Cherries of toil and sweat of a man undefeated
Silver, Wooden or Gold spoon never mattered
But being the best in all he did

On The Job

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Tue, 10 May 2011 16:46:47 PDT

I made a journey through yet another experience which my job as an actor gave me the wonderful opportunity of being a part of. As we shot the story of Bishop Samuel Ajayi Crowder and his great Niger mission, sharing in his pains and triumphs - the terrifying sun and sun flies made sure of the former; we all looked forward to the day it will be wraps just like crowder looked forward to the end of his mission.

I won't deny the fact that we had a little bit of fun plucking the mangoes that dotted the farmlands of our host village. Breaking coconuts and soaking garri when food was not in sight made it so nostalgic of growing up in the village.

Had fun shooting by the bank of River Niger and watching some of my colleagues shrink in size at the thought of sitting in Canoes across the River. Who wants to die?

Obi Okoli said it was a wrap, Prof. Laz Ekwueme, Sydney Diala, Prof. Emeka Nwabueze, Chiwetalu Agu, Emeka Onu, Okey Oku and a host of others faced homewards!

And like it all started, it finally came to an end and.

HUMILITY: A SURE WAY TO TRUE SUCCESS

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 23:01:17 PDT

It used to be true for almost everybody in the past that humility is a sure way to success but today, a whole lot of us believe that humility will actually get us nowhere. It is erroneously thought that it is only in the movies that being a nice guy is synonymous to achieving success and getting rewards. Humility is now assumed to be only useful in keeping one at the bottom of the success ladder which explains why almost everyone embraces cutting corners and taking advantage of every opportunity even to the detriment of friends and colleagues. This is considered being brilliant and sharp. The humble people are seen as the ones that get the extra loads of work dumped on them because they are intelligent and hard working. The humble ones are seen as the ones taken advantage of at every opportunity and who work the long late hours while the self proclaimed sharp guys have swell times, smile to the bank and are considered successful. I wonder how many of us have at one time or the other been influenced by such gross thoughts or have the slightest disposition to above inclinations.

I want to state unequivocally that considering ourselves successful has everything to do with humility. We need to first of all understand that humility is far from being stupid, and then come to the recognition that humility has to do with realizing our greatest potentials. This can be seen in the lives of some Nollywood superstars that live in the light of the truth that they are celebrities because people celebrate them; not because it is their rights. When we manifest humility in the light of the above, and also knowing that it is morally imperative not to claim it as ours but as a gift from God, we would readily share and reap the enormous benefits of being humble.

It is only the humble man that can be courageous enough to confront his inner self and ask pertinent questions as to the means through which he wants to achieve success or how he measures it. This is so because, humility is not just a means through which true success is achieved, it stays as an integral part of the success experience.

There is no gainsaying the fact that we often measure our successes based on the amount of wealth we are able to acquire, our status in the society and finally the level of our sensual pleasure. Putting these three criteria into consideration, I would now ask each and every one of us, “How do you measure your success and how do you know that you have achieved true success?”

Can we readily and without reservations stand tall and declare that the possession of enormous wealth brings true success? Have we not at one point or the other, in resignation to vicissitudes of life say that "everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind”? How often have we come to the sad realization that having achieved a goal we have worked so hard for years to accomplish did not bring us the happiness we anticipated? It would rather set us on a new quest with the promise of a new kind of happiness that comes from true success.

Our haughtiness in the face of societal stratification has become the only beacon of light to a whole lot of us while a lot of others are ready to sacrifice all they have on the alter of vanity just to be considered high up in the society. For them, it is a measure of success. But i tell you, without humility, all our high social status comes to naught in the face of living progressively in peace and harmony with one another. It is only living in the attitude of humility that we can be teachable, moldable, and willing to change for the greater good of our individual selves in particular and our nation in general.

For some, true success comes from seeking and believing that they are getting all the pleasures that life has got to offer as the ultimate goal. But if you should ask our dear King Solomon, who "had it all," he would tell you "I said in my heart, ‘Come now, I will test you with mirth; therefore enjoy pleasure’; but surely, this also was vanity" (Ecclesiastes 2:1). Today, if you do not engage in seeking for the pleasures of sexual licentiousness, drug abuse, alcohol abuse and every imaginable form of stimulation, you are considered a “Jew” man by your peers. We boast on the number of girls we have been able to take to bed but I tell you, if sexual pleasure brings true success, prostitutes and gigolos would be the happiest people on earth. Yet, their lives like that of all those who indulge excessively in the pleasures of life with a view to achieving true success, end up a shambles.

It is only true success that can give true happiness and peace and if you find out that despite your efforts to control every aspect of your life, you are not finding that happiness and peace you seek, the answer can be found in learning humility which alone can take you to heights of success you never imagined. This is so because humility brings the right balance and focus into our lives; it destroys our walls of arrogance and brings us closer to God and our fellow human beings, ultimately turning our thoughts around from thinking that we can handle things without God, or feeling unworthy to walk with Him.

For most people, living in a culture that worships at the altar of money has made it difficult to view success with God at the center rather their financial gains define their level of success. We have now embraced the mortal wisdom is that being in total control of every aspect of our lives spells success to find success. And like I said earlier, this type of success will persistently refuse to give the satisfaction that comes from true success which can only be achieved through humility. Bitterness and dissatisfaction, greed and sadness, war and betrayal are only but a few of what we will continually reap if we as long as we define success from our faulty, self-centered, worldly views.

It can seem counter intuitive in modern Western culture to believe that by yielding to God, we can actually achieve greater success. The more control we give Him, the more He rewards us. If we listen to Him, He will show us that the only way to achieve this type of success is through humility. Humility is somewhat difficult to learn and to define, but when we see it in someone else’s life, we know it instantly. They live for the Lord and not for themselves.

Finally, it may sound out of place for so many that the only way we can find true success is through humility and also learning, no matter how difficult it seems that humility yields us to God who in turn rewards us for the control we give him over our lives. And on the strength of that, we will discover that the greater our humility, the greater our achievements in our areas of endeavour.

My Flower

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 12:37:20 PST

Your name is flowery in Onyedikachi
Who is truly like the God that made you?
I see you with the eyes of a butterfly
So beautiful like flowers in blossom

You inspire me like the Angelica
Your unfading love smells Anemone
Daisy reminds me of your innocence
Bond of affection we share, a Carnation

In the Ambrosia of my love returned
The Aloe of your grief disappears
And the Bluebell rings of your humility
Your cheerfulness chants Buttercup

I see you with the eyes of a butterfly
Delicately beautiful like the Hibiscus
Prettier than the best of scented Roses
Yet you endure better than the Cactus

Exhibiting faith, hope, wisdom and valour
That is the Iris I see in you
The Fennel says you;re worthy of my praises
And I fly away from the Acacia

For what I feel for you is no secret love
You intoxicate me in your sweet aura
I see you with the eyes of a butterfly
But then, no flower can truly be you

You are a flower too unique
You are my flower
You are my love
You are my wife

How We Voted

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 14:20:17 PST

We had no choice but to believe their promises
To build bridges even where rivers don't exist
Largely because our votes never really counted

They wailed their opponents won by cheating
We watched them threaten to go to court
But we thugged and carried ballot boxes for them

We needed the money because we were hungry
They wanted the ballot boxes to plunder
And when nothing comes our way we wonder

They told us to trust and follow them; we did
From one political party and camp to another
Necking with those we had fought because of them

Quick to tell us billions have been ear-marked
We're not meant to know how it's pocket-marked
But we've learnt to believe when we eye-mark

Register now to vote

Soldier

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 11:53:31 PST

A great serpent formed on the ground

Of the blood draining from my veins

Urging me to worship my death

But I promised to be there for her

My bravery has burnt my ship

And cowardice can't make me sail back

I watched as my life drains in the sands

A soldier is meant to be on his feet

If a message won't be taken to his Mary

I made a promise which I must keep

My fear of death is never in consideration

As I laughed with scorn in its face

Even as fiery pains seared through me

Not yet is my rendezvous with eternity

For I have a kiss to catch from her lips

Struggled up and I cleared my vision

I am a soldier with a mission

The Real Woman

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 16:06:59 PST

She is forced to live by tradition
Whereas she came for a function
To compliment me as the real man
She’s not the head cos she’s a woman

Her position is by virtue of her purpose
Sustenance alone does not impress her
Protection wouldn’t do the trick alone
She needs love and companionship

And from her new found independence
From age long shackles of prescribed roles
Needs to be told that she’s loved without counts
Notice her new dress. Oh! Your hair is so beautiful

Cultivate her like a flower garden
And see her blossom pricelessly
The emergence of the real woman
Who doesn’t want sex without love

She wants to be talked to softly
Listening to her when she needs it
Create that magical place of affection
She is the real woman and that’s her needs

Help her live in the truth of who she is
And she will help and be your support
Seek not to rule over her
Fight to dominate with her

She might not be the head
But sure she is the crown
She is the real woman
A real man I am for her

You Are Magic

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 02:46:21 PST

All eyes on me but mine bore holes in you

Sweetly swirling before my eyes
Like gamblers follow their rolling dice

Walking on air endless without a care

And like a moth's attraction to light
My day surrenders to your night

Don't notice how green their envy is

Bliss like no one can truly give
Makes my heart beat in heave

All my doubts have disappeared

Can only see your graceful allure
Bewitching with the charm of azure

Take you out of me and the magic is gone

She Died

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 03:13:09 PDT

She leaned on my shoulders and never woke up again
Her hot tears scalded me as they streamed down my back
Lifelessly she hung by me and nobody else felt her pulse
Couldn’t see her lips move but felt she had a bit to say
They argued and agreed she was as dead as a door nail

I am here now and you can talk to me I whispered to her
Her pains, fears and heartbreak took shapes before me
Fought back my tears as my heart melts to her ordeals
Urged her to agree with them that she was totally dead

Lost to the world of everything else but the two of us
Tiny warmth, strength of a woman within her heart
Fanned into unquenchable embers of affectionate flames
By the words I sang into her ears and rubbed into her skin

I told her she didn’t need to worry her pretty head off
She raised her head, looked me in the eyes and smiled at me
I smiled, she smiled, we smiled and our hearts glowed
And her feelings and soul died to all that hurt her in the past

Held her tenderly yet with arms so firm like no other
My strength and aura were the assurances she needed
Kissed her and promised her that everything is alright
She never woke up to the fears that brought her to me

Cobweb - The Movie

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 28 May 2010 12:57:54 PDT

The world wide campaign to END VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN is the burning force behind this 90 minutes Nollywood movie that will be shot with ONLY one character.

Nollywood A-list actress, Mercy Johnson plays the lone cast of this first of it's kind film.

Ilochi Olisaemeka, one of Nollywood's finest movie Directors will bring his ingenuity to bear on this project as he calls the shots.

Cobweb will be produced by Leo Ewuzi and co-produced by Emeka Amakeze.

More info as shooting commences by the first week of June, 2010.

Still Writing

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 10:08:23 PST

Writing has always been more than a hobby for me. It's more like a way of life and i really love it. My blog family members would be wondering where i've been without updating for a long while now. I know i've always been here in spirit but making out the time to put things down seems elusive.

However, i've not missed the joy of writing because i never stopped. I've missed blogging but then, painting pictures with words that translate to movies took my time and i let myself go with the flow. I've been doing a whole lot of screenplays these days and i really feel cool about it. Contributing to the growth of Nollywood.

A writer will always be a writer. And when you belong to a big family that writes, you will always return no matter how far you go. Blogsville has that pull and attraction that beckons even when you think you are far gone.

I'll soon tell you my stories but rest assured that i'm still writing and i'm still a part of this wonderfu family.

Love Nwantinti

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:56:31 PST

Dearest,

I have found my happiness in you. Nothing compares to the peace you give me. You've always stood by me; through thick and thin. My heart will always go out to you.

This is just to let you know that everyday and in every way, i love you more and more.

Emeka

I Don't Even Know

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:27:11 PDT

I don't need to be told that i really have to get back to being a GOOD member of this family; Blogsville. I've been missing in action. . . . abi Power Holding or even NEPAing in this family. What's a family without communication? I think i'm communicating right now. No be so?

First thing!
How's everybody doing?

I'm doing fine anyway likewise most of my colleagues except those who are still intimidated by the KIDNAPPING abi na ADULTNAPPING of our senior colleague, PETE EDOCHIE. The man dey house now.

If care is not taken, it will get to the point where kidnappers will be kidnapped by another group and they would also be kidnapped too. Yes now! Wetin you think?

LG, how you dey? Kidnappers will not see you sha. They won't see any of you unless you have some MILLIONS hidden somewhere.

By the way, wetin i wan talk again sef?

I go talk later

The Returnee

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 07:00:41 PDT

I have been coming and going these past months. Why? I really can't tell but all i know is that one thing or the other always brings me back to Blogsville. Na one thing or the other dey always bring people back to something abi? Well, that was what brought me back. One thing! But this one thing that brought me back pass one thing o.

I had wanted to upload her picture but as shakara just full my laptop head, i say make i just talk am like that. I got talking with Ella Njubigbo and like play like play, we talk Blogging join. I shame as i show her my blog. E don tay wey bros update last.

I just sharp sharp say make i tell una say i don come back.

I would show this beautiful and talented actress the road to Blogsville and stay behind. I've got to create time and come back to my lovely online family. I hope that LG, GeeBee, Aloted, Oyin, Darius, Dammy, Angel, Remi and all the rest of the Mummies and Daddies on Blogsville have not given birth to too many children [Newbies]?

Have i missed much?

I love you all!

Another Question

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 09:01:17 PDT

I got to Blogville and fell in love with the citizens. They've been wonderful and have given me reasons to believe in their individual skills and abilities. But the last time i came home to Blogville, i was made to understand that things were getting sour for a whole lot of the people and talks of quitting Blogville were being put to birth by many spots.
I felt bad but couldn't say anything about it cos a whole lot of them had good reasons but then, will quitting Blogville ever make it any better?

God Still Answers

noreply@blogger.com (Emeka Amakeze) — Sat, 16 May 2009 01:50:41 PDT

Sometimes, circumstances force us to ask too many questions. We need to know the rationale behind our existence. We often ask where God is when bad things happen to good people. Is God an absentee landlord?
These and many more are questions that plague our minds each passing second but what makes it unsettling is the fact that the answers to these questions are seemingly unattainable. And then, we drift towards losing our faith in the divine, stop believing in miracles and place our lives at the mercy of vicissitudes of life.
In my own simple way, i still cannot lose neither hope nor faith, when each time i look around me, i bear witness to other peoples shouts of joy and praise to answered prayers. I see the myriad of our mortal questions subtly and obviously answered in different ways. Someone rises from grass to grace, another confesses his sins and repents of his evil ways, help coming from unexpected quarters, recovery from strange ailments, are some answers to the questions we ask God on a daily basis and yet refuse to see them as any thing close to divine serendipity.
God still answers.