The sun sets upon a cluster of metropolitan buildings, it sets to the sound of Jazz music (Maxwell's Falsetto) Camera pans from the building tops slowly to the busy bustling life of New York. People walk past each other, a man sits on the side walk begging alms, shops and cafes are opened for business, burger vans parked by, and the city is abuzz in its usual busy and hurried style,
Camera closes up on a bar/ club where def poetry is in play. Camera focuses on a young man who recites a poem about his father, there is hushed silence during which the camera focuses on a table where there are 4 young black men sitting. As the poem ends, there is a resounding applause
(Still clapping) Word is that most black names like Aliyah and Alisha have African origins and though most of us cannot identify our roots, we would have been able to if the older men in our families insisted that our African names be preserved. Instead we adapted these names to suit our adopted culture, making them into African American names instead of the African names they were originally culled from.
Yes, books like Americanah by this Nigerian author...... Adichie talks about how Africans come here and sometimes get lost and loose themselves in the culture of America and the lifestyle..... they think us lost and our personas forever shrouded in a world we do not understand yet unveiled to a world that we do.
It's true, though we refuse to take an outsider perspective, the truth is that we may never really truly belong. Take my Job for example, I have been due for partner for about 4 years yet I have been constantly denied while others less qualified than I have been made partner in less than two years, could this be a coincidence or does skin color determine who gets promoted?
Hey... hey... I don't need this melancholy at this time when I will be making a big presentation tomorrow, I need your support and backing.........
oh!! cool bro...., we wish U d best and our prayers go with you. Scene fades on men hugging and thumping each other on the back. The sound of a jazzy tune fades out.
SCENE 2 (Board Room Meeting)
Scene opens up and camera pans out on Dade in a board room giving a presentation (music audio). He is surrounded by bosses (7 of them Oyinbos) all of give a resounding applause and stand up after the presentation. They shake his hands at the door and thump his back (all giving appreciative gestures of his brilliant presentation). He walks to his office with one of his bosses where behind closed doors he receives a phone call and the smile fades from his laughing face turning into a look of disappointment.
SCENE 3 (@ night in the bar/ club scene)
Scene opens up on Dade, sitting and smoking, he is in a melancholic mood. His friends come in and sit with him...... he squashes his cigarettes and nods at his friends greetings...
I've been passed up yet again!!!
Words of condolence rent the air, his friends thump him on the back and seek to encourage him. They get up to leave the bar. As they walk, they talk and laugh, seeking to lighten his mood. Dade mistakenly brushes against a white guy who passes them hurriedly,
What the hell!!!!! watch where you are going Nigger!!!!!!
Dade stops in his stride and walks back to him looking him in the face.... what did you call me?
Nigger!!! you are nothing but a nigger and that is what you will always be...... lost and hopeless!!!
As he says this a bolt of lightning appears behind Dade, lightening up his features making him look menacing and violent (thunder audio). He is balling his fists to take a hit at the white guy when his friend touches his arm and dramatically the lightning and thunder stops.