I had heard so much about the movie FOR CLOURED GIRLS, but hadn’t seen it till this morning. One of the benefits of leaving in Ikoyi and working in Victoria Island is that I get to leave my house and get to the office all in a space of fifteen minutes, which in Lagos is a luxury. So watching a bit of TV while I get dressed is a daily routine.My colleague/ Friend Modupe, had given me a bootlegged version of the movie and I promised to see it, but I had been putting it off for three days, so I promised I would see the movie on getting home last night.
I got home from the office, took a shower and was all set to watch the movie when my friend Yimi who was spending the week with me suggested we go jogging…I have been feeling bloated and heavy lately, so I got out of my night slip, put on my workout clothes and we hit the streets.
Came back home feeling lighter, took a shower again, drank a glass of water (Ok, I actually drank from the bottle) watched the TV series, THE MENTALIST, gisted a bit and forgot all about FOR COLOURED GIRLS.
Woke up this morning, did my daily devotion, said my prayers ,made a light breakfast (I woke up really hungry, usually do since I don’t do dinner often), searched for something to wear (this happens when I don’t do proper laundry the previous weekend) and then remembered I had to tell Dupe about the movie! In between all the stuff mentioned above, I put in the DVD, and then realized I probably shouldn’t have started the day with that movie.
I saw a sweet girl being raped, I saw a sick father throw his kids of a ledge, I saw a young girl lose her innocence, I saw a no good husband sponge off his hardworking wife, I saw a girl so abused as a child by her own family, slowly throw her body and life away because she felt worthless, I watched a couple go through the pain of not having kids,I saw the brutality faced by women in different dimensions and I wasn’t even done with the movie!
I cried, I stuttered, I stopped breathing , I shuddered and had a whole lot of emotions all at once, and the movie still wasn’t over when I left my home because it was time to go to work.
I know I have to see how it all ends, because the movie was just 1hr 24 minutes gone when I rushed out of my house for work, I know I won’t be crying this evening when I conclude the movie, but I sure hope some of these people get justice at the end.On a lighter note, Kudos to the script writer, I just kept hearing the great American poet, Maya Angelou’s voice in the poems used. I have to remember to google the script, the poetry was profound and the cast perfect!