Wednesday, December 21, 2011

2011 Christmas in Africa

Africa is a country with valuable habitats to different species of organisms which includes Men...I am a Man so I actually fit into one here and that's why I celebrate christmas, if you take a critique of my POV you will discover that of over half a billion of other african youths because I am a youth leader, from the level of student union government to the NANS zone B and now a Youth Corper. Serving my country for one year. we are all excited at this seasonal festivities though mostly with christians. But Muslims also enjoin then in the public holidays,here in Abuja nigeria, there are lots of Bonanzas in supermarkets...I visit them because I love AWUFU. I see the excitements among the youths quiet alright but a deeper look into the eyes of your old friend will reveal a rage of fear. It's because of the high level of violence and terrorism here. Yes we have it as a challenge but my interaction with other youths revealed that we actually love each other as youths. We virtually shared everything. I remember all....yes yes it's christmas season here in africa. We are friends and live together as one. The christmas trees we enjoy here too..and evening songs in the church, the cold weather which is moderate to our skin and long coaches of Buses for our inter city transport too...here in africa, friends that trusts us come from different countries of the world comes to share
our local wines with us. ..we are nor murders and cheats as YOU think but if you didn't think that earlier then you are like me...we are faced with our own challenges just like every continent of the world. And gradually, through local campaigns by youths like myself, peace have started growing from the grass roots. Hey have you seen my TV series on Peace? Write me if you have not.. Now back to christmas, back in the days, back here in Nigeria, back in Nsukka my home town...now back back back is telling the story..but hey listen, we celebrate christmas because of the birth of a great God. His name is Jesus and all the christians know this and we reflect it in our emotions..it's christmas season here..if you want to celebrate christmas here, then bet me you will drink palmwine. Oh..merry chritmas readers. Ugwuja George Odinakachi

Sunday, September 18, 2011

NO MORE WAR...MY SCREENPLAY ON SET

SCREENPLAY WRITER/DIRECTOR'S STATEMENT
EPISODES OF PEACE is a TV Drama i designed to campaign against violence and terrorism in the world. NO MORE WAR is the first Episode .The conception of this weekly series is to use Drama, to inform the citizens on the dangers of violence and terrorism in the lives and economy of the World.


With strong team friends from different youth forums like UNICEF Voices of Youths, I picked research materials on the best way to tackle this social unrest in the world.
Basing my stories in different regions and tribes of Africa, using peculiar stories and scripting it into fictions, I now have a complete season screenplay of EPISODES OF PEACE.
IMPORTANCE OF THE DRAMA
• Problem Solving:
With the present social challenges facing the world, like Tribal Killings, Religious Wars, Terrorism, Violence, Cultism etc, EPISODES OF PEACE will gradually channel the minds of the citizens on the rightful ways to present their feelings instead of using war and violence.
This drama will first of all identify a certain social challenge, describe the offences payable by law to those who commits such acts and will as well suggest to them the appropriate way of handling their cases as an individual or group of people with common interest.
• Public Interest:
I had to consider the audience first before considering my story lines. EPISODES OF PEACE is the first TV series that is meant for every age and gender. I took care of the sensitiveness of different categories of citizens like children, aged adults, and even hospital patients. I present my drama in such a way that it does not have any negative implication in the minds of my audience. I tried to create it as entertainment and message and everybody will with no doubt, like to watch it

EPISODES OF PEACE is a TV Drama i designed to campaign against violence and terrorism in the world. NO MORE WAR is the first Episode .The conception of this weekly series is to use Drama, to inform the citizens on the dangers of violence and terrorism in the lives and economy of the World.
With strong team friends from different youth forums like UNICEF Voices of Youths, I picked research materials on the best way to tackle this social unrest in the world.
Basing my stories in different regions and tribes of Africa, using peculiar stories and scripting it into fictions, I now have a complete season screenplay of EPISODES OF PEACE.
IMPORTANCE OF THE DRAMA
• Problem Solving:
With the present social challenges facing the world, like Tribal Killings, Religious Wars, Terrorism, Violence, Cultism etc, EPISODES OF PEACE will gradually channel the minds of the citizens on the rightful ways to present their feelings instead of using war and violence.
This drama will first of all identify a certain social challenge, describe the offenses payable by law to those who commits such acts and will as well suggest to them the appropriate way of handling their cases as an individual or group of people with common interest.
• Public Interest:
I had to consider the audience first before considering my story lines. EPISODES OF PEACE is the first TV series that is meant for every age and gender. I took care of the sensitiveness of different categories of citizens like children, aged adults, and even hospital patients. I present my drama in such a way that it does not have any negative implication in the minds of my audience. I tried to create it as entertainment and message and everybody will with no doubt, like to watch it
To watch the trailer, copy this link and paste in your browser http://youtu.be/8eXwwc4htxM

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Selling a Script



Selling and Buying of Film/TV and music scripts in Africa is a serious issue. Nollywood producers keep producing poorly written scripts while the good writers lack opportunities to market their scripts. it is with this challenge that some us had to develop international market and started enjoying the dividends of International Scripting. Before you market your SPEC scripts, you must learn the professional steps towards getting your screenplay done, there are also recommended screenplay software that will give you an acceptable draft that any Film producer in Nollywood or Hollywood will buy. i am conducting personal and group training for all the aspiring Screenplay writers across Africa. If you can arrange a group of at least ten people, then your own training becomes free. this training will feature screenplay tutorials, marketing steps and after the training, each participant will be given a screenplay software and will be guided on how to sell their scripts. for further details, contact me
Phone: +2348038843041,
Email: info@georgeugwuja.com.ng
 Website: www.georgeugwuja.com.ng

Monday, May 30, 2011

African Men

Here in Africa, we don’t even know the Heroes, we don’t have ideas of those that has bright future and those that does not. An average African man you see on the streets, looking frustrated and warn out may be the brain behind an international project that others celebrate.
The Foreigners underestimate African men, that was why they have fallen victims of African fraud, Africans can be exploited but they can never be fooled , why the lower ranks of the military obeys the higher Ranks is not because the latter shoots better, it’s to set peace in the system while their dreams to grow become a reality, here in Africa, we have a common believe that the small will later become the Big, Our continent is still developing, while the grasses wither at the sea shore, we must wonder what has gone wrong from the root of the waters, but why the desert grasses seize to flourish, we see no dangers with the action for the harsh sun will ever smite again
I point this out to you; things don’t go the normal way here in Africa. Why will an African man graduate from the university with good grades yet he will not find a place to work, the lions have lost their Den to the monkeys, and antelopes are swimming freely in the waters of the crocodiles.
I know it happens here, things are going wrong amongst ourselves, but we try to fix it. It is with this heavy heart, that an African man leaves, he has a girlfriend who was taken from his hands by the law makers, with a grin, and he knew his purse has gone weird.
It is with this troubled soul, these expectations of mystery, this fear of insecurity that African men leave. They are good yet we have seen that they are not good anymore, there is no opportunity given to the good. They are intelligent yet they are no more intelligent, intelligent ones have been ridiculed and their women taken from them.
Now they have all turned out to be African Men, hunting in their tropical, we must eat, yes we must eat. We must keep our women yes we must keep our women, we must secure our own position in the toughness of this existence, it is with such sensitivity that an African Man leaves.
Now, they start to try out themselves, the farmers will pick their hoe and will never return until the sun fades, the traders will enter the market, with hook or with crook they sell and they trick, computer experts were not rather in the Banks, or the rich telecoms, rather they are in the café, sending mails to the rich and convincing them to be a victim
we the few, that has conditioned our mind to never let go, our empire, our dignity, our ego, our knowledge of the Good and the Bad, at first, it seems we are the African men, retched in the streets yet celebrated, while we strive higher, the greedy politicians became afraid of us, the corrupt emperors will start to consult us, they need our knowledge and lo, they must pay, that was the origin of our survivals
But African men are here, they know about all yet nothing is for them, you come in to exploit them and they trick you. Stop thinking about our retched home, stop watching our uprisings in your televisions, stop sending us soar wines and epidemics, we can work and earn our living, we do not want to imitate the greedy politicians, who instead of constructing the roads, they choose to fly on helicopters . it is because we are Africans, that is why we never learn to vote them out, it is because we are Africans, that is why they use us. Stop using us, I say stop
Girls all over the world want to sleep with an African man, for they know the power of our strength, and the uniqueness of our concepts, they want to use us and dump us, because they know we are Africans that is why they are victims of circumstances. They are victims of their own crime
You can’t use an African man and dump him, you can use him and teach him, you can use him and pay him, if you underestimate us, oh, I pity you.
The strength of an African man is in his concepts, though the hero may tarry, he must be unraveled. Tell them that my Bakery said so.it's me, LionKing George

How it Sucks to be Poor

What can I say my people? Hmm I will have to apologize for this long silence here in my bakery. Recently, I had serious screenplay demands for Home video and TV soap opera producers. If you were in my shoes, you won’t say no either. During my last screenplay contract which was a fifty- two episode TV script, I was actually half way to the end of this screenplay when an idea struck me.
I know you would be wondering what idea LionKing in nurturing this time; well it has to do with a screenplay that I will draft next. HOW IT SUCKS TO BE POOR?


Why should the Lion roar from the den, why should the golden cock crow in the morning, the virgins have even lost their virginity, war has taken over the waterside villages, slavery was the greatest threat to the Gurus but in this dream that I nurture, the children of the most wealthy citizens sleep and wake up with a sudden urge to discover. They failed to research on impending dangers of a democratic community, they left behind, medical researches on the control of disease outbreak, they have abandoned mathematics and Law, they want to know something, what millions of children they see along the streets knows, what even the children of their gardeners’ know. they have watched from the glasses of their exotic cars, they have seen from the veranda of their towers and empires, they are getting tired of learning from the televisions, watching them with a dirty plate on their hand and a torn cloth that covered their nakedness, their curiosity has waxed very strong that adventure have taken over their sense of reasoning.
Right here in my Bakery, I declare to you, what these children have resolved to do, why won’t they do it? When their grandfather was a senator and their mother’s wedding was in New York. Why won’t they do this, when their third driver was sacked for watching them tread on a dirty mud in their school gate? Why won’t they do that, when a senior doctor is paid for overtime during epidemic periods? Why won’t they resolve to do this, when soldiers are paid well to take them on evening strolls? They were born into great riches and have never experienced lack. Now to them, it has all been riches, riches and riches. But they have asked these questions for long, how does it feel to be poor? Even their father could not answer that, because his grandfather was a senator, not to talk of the mother, who was born and brought up in New York.
Now the children are tired of police guards, they no more enjoy Tinted cars and Roaring jeeps, they jealous what they do not know and they have set up a mission, a mission to know HOW IT SUCKS TO BE POOR.
Does it really suck to be poor? Is there a different life to enjoy in poverty? If yes, the retched ones should stop hawking along the streets and if no, the smiles that come from the faces of the poor should fade away
This mission is the base of my next screenplay, it is for all and for sundry, TV Producers can start to call, Home videos and International Film makers are free to come in at this point.
I am looking for a producer that can give me his budget and I will write up the screenplay to fit in. all I need is a little upfront and it’s done
You may be new to my bakery but I assure you, I can write about anything except nothing, and when I sit to write, I become the master and his slave, see you when you call +2348038843041

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Strange Secret about GURU GUANOS



Sometime ago, when I was writing the first Review about The GURU GUANO screenplay, I remember I chewed my gum with a leaking nose, but I realized that to be a writer is just about how well you reveal secrets that people may desperately want to know about. Then I had to write again about the characters I assigned to the GURUS. What about my major character, ZAFANA?


Yes, she is a young girl but practically possessed by the mental strength of the GURUS. I’m sure you have consulted your dictionary once, at least about the word GURU. ZAFANA has that intelligence, and a raging ego that distinguished her from the gatherings of other young ladies of twenty six.


Slim, tall Fulani extract with a strong touch of Igbo tribal affluence. Such cultural unity that made a unique lady is the base of my GURU GUANO screenplay.


At the boundary area between Enugu state and Kogi state in Nigeria, where two culture and religions lavish in Unity. Languages were interchanged as children of different cultural/religious backgrounds swim together in the streams that gave the demarcations. If a place like that were not created with a little fragrance of unity. These present religious war in Africa would have resulted ninety years ago in a place like the Valley of OKUTU, Where the GURU GUANOS settled. ZAFANA rose from amongst these children too. Regarded as slaves of war, even with super crafts and intelligence, they remained as subordinates of the freeborn. Using cultural references of the Osu caste systems in Eastern Nigeria and the Mande of Cameroon.


Hey…who’s at my kitchen door? Let me check.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Screenplay Review ( "Back Gate")

 To those that visits my bakery, this is a backgate to the Screenplay review of my present story



Screenplay Review of my present project as the president International Youth Right (IYR) Nigeria. I appreciate the contributions of the president, IYR Worldwide. And the Uganda, South Africa IYR leaders, and of course encyclopedia for the research materials they supported me with. Thank you.

Having our 2011 objective in mind (achieving universal basic primary education)


I am establishing a story based on the effects of unrests on the major basins in Africa. Off course I am still made of the concepts that promote fictions, but other writers know I’m the lion king. Ruling over the fictions of African realities, a basic precaution not to offend the other Lions But sometimes I do precede the boundary of my own social habitat, I still lead my baby lions, my readers, I treat them preciously like babies.


The effects of social unrests in achieving universal basic primary education in Africa, It was during the wars, like the Nigeria Biafra War. My screenplay will dissolve the concepts of my dreams of fiction. But I think I will pick characters from some research findings I made. During my course of research, I visited University of Nigeria Nsukka, that’s in my Town and I knew the best private libraries. I visited Enekwe research center, center for basic space science UNN, Enugu state library also, I had fun and worked too. Visiting Enugu reminded me of my university days


TILA is my major character, with plenty of told stories on her head. My earlier scenes will come as flash backs of when she was born, how her father choosed to appreciate her twin brother who is a boy. 


 Horses were rode and the boats sailed her to her grandfather where she was told the stories of wars, at 8, she had a psychology that reflects the shots of violence. These are the major problems of primary education in Africa. Children have been given wrong training at the early ages of their elementary. They developed certain mentalities with reference to their background which TILA did. She was disorientated and denied her basic right of Education yet she had the courage to be a Leader. And her intelligence


I tried to develop stages in the scenes where she will steal away to see Princess AVILA who motivates her to be a woman in her spirit.


Then a voice over scenes was placed in-between, to explain how her Grandfather took her to several spiritual places, seeking for a solution to her psychology. Yet the concept of purity dwelled inside of her. She was discriminated.


Then she tried to break away traditions that created that discrimination between the male and the female gender, which keeps the male child at a high investment value to her female counterpart. To TILA, my screenplay developed her courage to break the boundary, so she ran away and enrolled in school.


Let there be equal platform for male and female child to compete in primary education. The screenplay suggested that too. TILA did well in her classes.


I may develop the story as the demand comes but the IYR demanded for a short documentary drama and this is the beginning though an end to this point.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Letter to Laurent Gbabgo of Cote D'ivoire


Unbehalf of African Youths, under strong influence of the peaceful objectives of different youth bodies I currently serve and those I have represented. I write to show concern over the present political crises that developed from the last Cote D’lvoire’s presidential election. We have listened to your appeals and that of Dramane Quatarra, we have reviewed the words of your counsel and your critiques.
With the virtue of democratic authority invested in the youths, I wish to plead that you must step down for the Sake of our continent Africa. Here in Africa, we do not wish to embrace only, the sciences and technologies of the developed nations rather, we also wish to adopt their democratic structure of governance to enable us attain the same level of development as they have done. Without doubt, the United Nations has recognized Quattara as the winner of the election. Judging from the conclusions of the UN and other internationally acclaimed democrats, we do wish that you will step down.
It’s true that at your level of power and experience, you cannot compromise your rights and privileges but we do hope that your ego should be compromised for our sake. Over 250 people are dead already and poverty is returning to our land. If you cannot compromise the seat for the conclusion of the UN, then it must be for the sake of these poor citizens that are dying. We have your name labeled in the strong book of history of African leadership but do not wish to include it on the names of those that caused war and deaths of Africans
Moreover, I use this medium to plead to you and every other African leader, to embrace democracy and always consider the rights of the citizens first. We the upcoming leaders are regretting the fact that you people have not developed the platform of Equity and development for us but at one hand, we plead that everything maybe taken away before our regime but let peace be left for us.
With peace, we shall rebuild the broken empires of Africa,
With peace, we shall compete in technology and philosophy,
With peace, we  shall rise up, not just as people, but as a continent, to achieve our lasting victory, against war,terror, constant bridge in democracy and we shall remember that someone like you have compromised your feelings to see us rise
One love Africa
On behalf of African Youths
Yours sincerely
Ugwuja George

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Climate Change In Nigeria


From desertification and drought in the north to gully erosion and flooding in the south, Nigerians are witnessing first hand effects of climate change on their socio-economic life.


Concern about food security is accentuated by knowledge that few countries in the world are less prepared for climate change than Nigeria. There is no adaptation plan, no government capacity to tap into international climate financing mechanisms, and very low public awareness of the risks.

The Nigerian people themselves face a geographical pincer threat from desertification in the north and coastal erosion in the south. Through a combination of overgrazing, abuse of woodland for fuel and increasingly unreliable rainfall, an estimated rate of 600 meters per annum. Over 55 million people in 10 northern states could be affected.

By contrast, rising sea levels threaten Nigeria’s coastal regions. The Niger Delta may be the source of oil wealth but its low-lying terrain crises-crossed with waterways makes it extremely vulnerable to flooding. 


The protective mangroves of this coastline have been largely lost to human intervention. Half of the 15 million population of the city of Lagos lives less than six feet above sea level, including the wealthiest areas of Victoria Island.

In the north, relatively modest techniques are likely to be appropriate to adapt to desertification. Such measures will include tree planting, the use of alternative fuels such as biogas, water harvesting and improved soil management.

 I am initiating an entrepreneurial adaptation Strategy and Plan of Action this initiative must stand though it is bound to take time to become fully operational. Why should we watch Nigeria tropical forest decimate by 97%,                                         


 Why should we allow our country’s broader forest which earlier covered over 12% in 2005, being depleted at a rate of 3.3% per annum? The main cause is the demand for wood fuel. In the absence of affordable alternatives, charcoal is popular even in the cities, boosting its uncontrolled production.
Nigeria, like other African nations which are at the receiving end of the effects of the global climate change, is counting its losses from the impact of the phenomenon.

Climate change has affected farming activities with loss of crops, farmlands and income as a result of either excessive rain which leads to flooding or harsh climatic condition,

Nigeria and other African countries must develop work able strategies for post Copenhagen challenges that would include developing appropriate technology to cope with effects of climate change.
Should we fold our hands and watch the Sahara take over the north, or the gully erosions devour our southern habitants?


'There has to be more efforts and policies towards adaptation, special areas of mitigation, technology and clean energy for industrialization. We need to do what is within our means, while at the same time look forward to what the West will offer. Let us be carefully, send in your views as we combat the return of Sahara and the bully gully.

Monday, January 3, 2011

2011, My first story

According to the Tradition of  Africa, Beauty starts from home, this solely applies to all issues of life.
 therefore, for writers, writing should start from our selves...what is it about me that you have not known yet?...all my told stories are different parts of me, Baking them for my people to read.. yet there is one great secret i will tell you today. it's about my friend...


My heart was my closest friend, always giving me directions that have made my world beautiful. Some of its wishes seemed weird but I achieved them all. Fighting to keep my best friend happy was a big challenge to me. Sometimes I wondered if devil had taken over the entire partitions of the inside, sometimes I felt God’s presence in the veins and arteries …only then, my heaviness and vengeance were dissolved into forgiveness and freedom.
The science of my spiritual man was what I could not comprehend. My actions were not determined by my conscious being. I had taken some risks that I would wish not to think of, I had dumped those things others envied of me. Sometimes it seems to me that I have another existence outside my physical. The stories I have heard about me were not my actions, sometimes I dream them and they come to pass. I knew then within me that I was a mystery.
Before I discovered the warrior that fought with me and against me, I was begging God to recreate. It was my early primary school days, earlier than that, I was supernaturally intelligent and did extremely well in school. I was the smartest amongst my friends and people envied my childhood wisdom, yet it was not me. My behaviors were the actions of the unknown. I was an audience of my words. And my victory gave me no joy. My teachers knew me by name, giving me the merits of someone’s actions. I knew it must not be so, and then I strived to understand.
I listened to stories my father told me, I discovered my ancestors were wise and famous. But that was not the answers to my problems.
I listened to my mother’s own stories, I discovered that my great grand parents had the power to turn to life lions, and our generations could have inherited it, it’s weird though but that was not my problem either.
My problem is to discover this entity that leaves my life for me. If it’s a man, he says my words for me, he takes great actions for me and he wrote my exams without my contribution. If it’s a woman, she makes me popular and wise but I needed to know.
At the age of eight, I set out on this journey, with patience and a burning urge that I could not quench. I looked around for a friend to tell my problems but no one seemed right. My father could be the right person but I did not want to scare him, then I could only find my heart very close to me, so I made it my close friend.
I set out to the remote parts of my village, where no one was at sight, sometimes I climbed trees and hid amongst the green leaves, and then we discussed my situations.
The first day I had a formal meeting with my heart was on the 16th of March 1990. I sat under a tree, in a forest, a few kilometers away from my father’s house. Where should I start, I exploded in tears, sobbing with passion and grieve, then my heart pleaded on me to stop, promising to be my friend, and to share with me, every secret that worries me. Why was I created like this, not being able to have absolute control of my actions, why was I created like this, doing things I did not know about? Then my friend laughed, welcoming me into the realm of supernatural consciousness. He said I was a wise man, that I will be celebrated all around the world, that I shall be a counsel to kings. He spoke like an old man, and I asked him how old he was, he laughed again and told me that age is a success of vanity, counting originated in the world and he is not of the world. Where are you my friend?, he answered that he was far from me, that even my death does not alter him. Then you must help me my friend. I do not wish to be great for those actions I am not in control of. I do not want to be heard, speaking words that did not come from my own mouth. I want to be celebrated for the integrity of my virgin concepts, my actions. You must come very close to me my friend. I have a place for you beneath my chest, secured with the toughest bones in my body. I think it will be safe for you in there.
There was a brief silence, but I broke it with tears, please accept my request I pleaded. And he said he had conditions to make
What other condition will I compromise, when I have been tortured by the unconsciousness of my own actions? Living in vengeance and regrets
He told me something about the place I prepared for him, it would have been a nice place to be, but there is a single bone there that was removed to be recreated. It’s in the hands of the great molder he told Me., but very soon it shall come back, with jealousy it will occupy the space, never wanting to share any bit of it with anybody, not even my closest friend.
That was a sad story to me, and I argued immediately, pleading on my friend, then he said to me that he would come and stay at the tips of my hair, but oh no, I knew the story of Samson and Delilah, my hairs may not be the best place........(to be continued) if you have interest in publishing my work, getting it transformed into a video documentary or short film, write me and it's done.