FILM MAKERS CONFERENCE

FILM MAKERS CONFERENCE

The Nollywood Film Makers Conference is aimed at young Talents and those who wish to work in the Nigerian Film Industry. Through research, interaction and experience, it has been discovered that many young talents do not even know/understand anything about the industry and how to succeed in it; they are passionate, but lack access to basic information to help them succeed in their chosen field. The conference will help to educate young talents in the basics of every segment of the film industry. This will provide them with the needed information they’ve been lacking.

            Young/upcoming talents have suffered the most in the industry, as there is little or no information and resources available to assist/guide them in their quest to succeed in the industry. They have been exploited by some unscrupulous persons due to lack of exposure and access to relevant information and resources.

            The conference will feature working industry professionals and keynote speakers who will speak on The Nollywood, Film Making Business, Screenwriting, Directing, Production Management, Contracts and Intellectual Property Law, Theatrical Film Distribution, and The Role of Social Media in the New Nollywood. These speakers will inspire, encourage, and expose attendants to information and resources needed to succeed in the evolving industry.

            Inspiration alone is never enough to achieve desired change, most events are geared towards inspiring participants and the usual result is that enthusiasm amongst the participants fizzles out shortly after the event. The NOLLY Film Makers Conference will provide participants with needed information and instructions that will clearly point out key knowledge areas, needed skills and desirable attitudes that will set them.

The venue and time for this conference is as follows:

VENUE:         MARBLE ARCH EVENTS CENTRE, AWKA, ANAMBRA STATE

DATE:             19^TH JULY 2014

TIME:             11AM – 4PM

For more Info, Seat reservation Call: 07033000052

                              Or visit

www.nolly.com.ng

THE STORM

the storm is already on the way.
it's now time for you to choose the artiste you want for the night.
who would you prefer?

RUNTOWN, breezing from Penthouse, in his VERSACE and coming down with GALLARDO
OR
TEKNO, coming from MMG with the kind of DANCE that makes your day a HOLIDAY
OR
RUFFCOIN, coming to settle the scores between 30&40.
OR
PATORANKING, breezing live with his popular ALABARIKA
OR

The artiste with the highest vote gets to perform at THE STORM. The choice is now yours.

TO VOTE FOR YOUR FAVOURITE ARTISTE, COMMENT ON THIS POST.
E.g. THE STORM# RUNTOWN OR THE STORM# PATORANKING OR THE STORM# RUFFCOIN OR THE STORM# TEKNO.

YOU CAN SEND AN SMS WITH THE SAME FORMAT TO
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Make your CHOICE now as the COUNTDOWN continues...

THE STORM IN AWKA

You have never seen a storm as mighty as this.
From the North, South, East, West and Atlantic Wind, Splash Theatre in collaboration with DJ Blizz brings this storm to AWKA.
Featuring heavyweights in the entertainment Industry
This storm will rock your eyes, emotions and your legs.
A show that will linger long after Dawn is coming to beautiful city of Awka very soon.
Don’t miss out.
For Enquiries: 07033000052

LAST NIGHT.

LAST NIGHT.

It was only the 3^rd round and I already felt my bones were too weak to continue. We still had four more rounds to go, but I wasn’t sure I could wait to see the last bout. I had been lying in the sofa with my eyes glued to the TV set, waiting for that moment when Thomas would be declared the winner. He has always been my favourite boxer, and this night he was fighting for the heavyweight championship.

       Suddenly I saw it coming, and like a splash Johnson was squealing on the floor of the ring, the low jab from Thomas was so hard that even Mohammed Ali would have fallen for it.

       Is this bout going to end in a knockout? I wondered, as the umpire counted 4…5…6…7… The excitement was already building and I can see the smile on Thomas’s face. Suddenly Johnson moved and gradually he got back to his feet. He fought hard, and to the amazement of all, he clinched the title in the 7^th round, after he left Thomas sprawling on the floor from a fast upper cut.

      Thomas lost lots of his fans after that night. According to him, he thought it was all over in the 3^rd round; he thought he had already won, but he eventually lost.

      After listening to his loser’s speech that night, I realized I was still far from my destiny, no matter the lot I might have achieved so far, I can still be toppled. The fight made me understand that being better is of no use, if I can be the best. 

 

Augustus C.

07033000052

^©2014.

www.umuahianlodge.blogspot.com

THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN.

THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN.

This is where I was born, it was already pretty bad news, and then they built a wall around this when I was 18years old. Did I do anything to deserve that punishment? No. I respected every law to the letter. And I didn’t quit school in 9^th grade to sell crack, it’s because they closed the school down. The only thing I ever did wrong was getting born here.

          Who do I blame? The man and woman I call my parents, was it their fault? Were they part of the decayed government? I wonder how little we have become in the eyes of those who promised us heaven before we voted them in. Instead of the heaven they promised, they increased the fire of the hell we now find ourselves.

          I have got to endure the suffering that has now become a habit. They never gave us schools but they expect us to be the better leaders of tomorrow that might never come; they didn’t give us jobs, yet they expect us to quit our lucrative business of dope. How can we quit, when they even patronize us. Why place a ban on dope, if you can’t quit smoking. Who is fooling who?

          “Smokers are liable to die young” that’s what they tell us, yet they ship the sticks in. They send us to jail for the possession of firearms they gave us during their frivolous campaigns. They train us, and use us during campaigns, and expect us to forget all we have learnt after the elections. How can we? We are not that daft, we still retain their lessons on assassination, kidnapping, robbery and lots more. How can a teacher expect his student to forget all he has learnt? We are just being attentive students, thereby making our teachers proud.

          They send their black thugs after us, and when the black ones fail, they release the green boss, and without mercy they jump into our streets, killing our innocents, raping our girls, while we watch them in shame. If we raise complaints, they array us before the bar, where their white caps give us a list of offences, and without fair trial, we are let down the rail road with long sentences.

 

Augustus C.

07033000052

^©2014.

www.umuahianlodge.blogspot.com

 

 

 

LOCAL BOY

LOCAL BOY

From the slums of the darkest street to the lights of the brightest city, he always had to fight; a fight for freedom, and quest for stardom.

          Like the local gin, he pierced the hearts of many with his attitudes. His parents would stay awake till 11p.m waiting for their local son to return home. His only excuse for staying out late was “hustle”.

          Having known the taste of poverty, he wished to sip the wine of wealth, but no one gave him a glass. All he could do was sit around and wait. But when glasses never came, and the wine was going down, he had to grab the bottle for a gulp.

          Each day he had 24miles to travel, and each year he had 365 mysteries to unravel. His life was a gridlock of opportunities and disappointments.

          He never gave up on the girl that called him a “local boy”, or the man that called him a “failure”. He knew he was bigger than what they saw, and he struggled to break out.

          He was bounced at the gates, slept in studios, managed one shirt and trouser, all in the name of hustle. He did all this to get to the limelight.

          Funny enough, his parents were not his best friends, because he chose a different dream from what they had for their local son. They wanted him in Suit and Tie, but he preferred Fez Caps and Jimmy Boots.

          The street became the only friend he could run to, and he was gladly accepted. He fought hard on the line, just to break bread before the time; he never gave in to side attractions. He aimed for the sky, and the street was the inspiration that made him high.

          He didn’t only dream big, he also created a link. He could no longer wait for the key of success to be tossed to him, so he had to break in. like a volcano, he shattered the rock of failure.

          Today, the girl that once called him a “local boy”, now wish to have his autograph. The man that once saw him as a failure now chose him as a role model for his son.

          Amidst all his achievements, his parents still saw him as their local son. To them he was just a local boy with an international dream. They believe he was the local boy that got the best from his locality.

Augustus C.

07033000052

^©2014.

www.umuahianlodge.blogspot.com

 

 

LETTER TO MY FELLOW STUDENTS:

LETTER TO MY FELLOW STUDENTS:

It’s more than four months and we are still sitting silently in this dungeon, like a patient waiting helplessly for the sharp blade of the knife of the surgeon. We have been help against our will, as captives of a decayed academic structure.

       What is rightfully ours have been forcefully taken from us. We have been denied our mental food; our limbs are now too weak to fight back.

       The infamous Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) is gradually digging the foundation of our future (education), and has left us in the bitter experience of psychosomatic trauma. In a bid to salvage the academic structure, they are gradually unearthing the foundation of those structures.

       Our education sector is now a victim of the whims and caprice of politics. This strike is a typical solecism of our lettered professors. Their much vaunted academic prowess has been put to question, following their recent actions.

       We have heard and received a lot of canards with regards to the strike. But the truth is that we are not going back to school anytime soon. the last NEC meeting held on Saturday 23rd November 2013, was just another of those meeting held, merely to waste time and to fulfill all righteousness, as no conclusions were reached. While 60% of the academic gurus agitated for a call off, the rest were praying for a probe into the death of their colleague who they claimed was assassinated, and so the strike can go on.

       It is our belief that one day we shall be free from the mental torture and inhumane treatment meted on us by our captors (ASUU). This is a battle for our right and we must fight to any height.

Yours Sincerely

Augustus C.

07033000052

^©2013.

www.umuahianlodge.blogspot.com