Thursday, 28 February 2013

We were Toy Soldiers

Friend of mine shot this video... 
i know a number of film makers... they all good in their own way 
but this dude makes it look easy... 
i was privileged to be part of this process to some extent, 
and what i saw and learnt during this period... 
i would say i was sitting with one of the best film makers i know...

there is always a story to be told... there is always an audience... 

i hope to see more from him and be part of other projects 
if i can get my lazy ass out of my own way... 

Enjoy...

We Were Toy Soldiers - Ruyi Irabor (Maverick)




Friday, 15 February 2013

The Absence of Essence


We walk around like we have things under control, like we know what the future holds..
we laugh, cry, scream, cuss, mock people, fall in and out of that illusion called love and even wish the worst for people…

our days are numbered on this earth… that's a promise.  
this year alone I have lost at least 3 friends if my count is right… but life always seems to go on 
not a bad thing… but a necessary thing. 
The problem is the way we handle the matter.

It takes death to help us acknowledge what someone means, might have meant or could mean to us… one minute everyone is against you and the minute you are no more they all come out wailing and ranting, spouting weightless rubbish out their mouth and now to make matters worse… everyone gets a voice through the every expanding social media.
If you ask me, I think it’s about the need for people to have someone to point a finger to… 
someone to compare and judge, someone you can use as a measure for 
moral, relationship or financial success. (to list a few)

I don’t wish I met her but I know there are people out there that feel the pain of her exit. And for me it’s a joke that everyone takes to twitter to communicate feelings. Say a prayer for her family and keep it at that… social media makes a joke of a lot of things…  
“remember that opinions are like ass holes… everyone got one”

I hope we learn to be a little more sympathetic and sensitive to peoples pain.
Death is the absence of one’s essence, never to be felt again… that moment of silence is necessary… try and remember a lost one’s essence and say a prayer.

as a friend used to say… 
Live Love Laugh.