Nnaemeka Ugwu loves Chimamanda Adichie. I can’t equate his love given that he lambasts her ever-so often whenever she steps out of line. lol. I know he would desist from doing that the day Adichie becomes his personal friend, then he wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings so publicly.
My love for Genevieve Nnaji is like that, no, it is more than that. Seeing Genny’s picture makes me pause, and when it is a bad copy, I get angry at the photographer or the makeup artist for not getting it right before publishing it. Yeah, it’s that good.
She is the only reason I go to the cinema to see a Nigerian movie instead of just buying it. I like to gaze upon her and enjoy the sight of her. Oh Genny! If not for you, Mirror Boy would have been a failure, and I say that with all certainty. You made me watch the movie to the very end. I wasn’t happy with it, but I stayed tuned to the end so as not to disrespect you.
I personally think Genevieve should have gotten a more active role in the Chimamanda movie, Half Of A Yellow Sun. She would have done well as Olanna or even Kainene, just that I do not see her being as readily forgiving as Kainene was of Olanna and Richard.
I do not care what evil people say about this superstar. In fact, I do not even particularly care about those who talk rubbish about her. It only fuels my love and admiration for her. I love everything she has done with her life. Her trials, her journey, her success, her failures and her rise. Whether it’s her daughter or Atiku or D’banj or whoever else linked to her is up for discussion, I don’t even care. At a time, I came to dislike Omotola Jalade Ekeinde for trying too hard to be like Genny. I eventually forgave her as the two of them found that the scene was big enough for two divas, even though a tiny part of me still begrudges Omotola for attempting to share the spotlight with Genny. I continue to admire Genny, to try to look like her (difficult feat though that is), to dress like her, to go for simplicity and class at all times, to seek within me the gentle strength she possesses.
I always think that the day I meet Genny, I would definitely introduce myself and then proceed to become a closer friend, the kind she laughs with and tells things and goes on boat rides with and our hair will fly all over our faces in the wind. I guess it wasn’t unbelievable for me when Mercy Johnson said she hid in the boot of her friend’s car when she saw Genny. lol! The thought of it! I am absolutely positive I won’t go for the boot of a car, my claustrophobia won’t permit it, but I can imagine how that could happen. I mean, I met Uti Nwachukwu after his first time in Big Brother Africa, and just kept blubbering. I wasn’t coherent, otherwise I’d have remembered a conversation which I am certain took place, though all I remember was me nodding and moping and just stroking his chest. I wonder if I even got saliva on his shirt as I speechlessly, with drool on my mouth, put my chin on his shirt. I didn’t even get a picture, my thumbs wouldn’t work. I just kept on gushing God-knows-what…Kai!
Anyway, the best part of our friendship – you know, the one I’d cultivate with Genny when I meet her – would be when she gives me most of her fabulous dresses – casuals, formal, cocktails, date night, oh you name it. I hope I can maintain a good, fit body like hers as I age. I hope I can remain as cool and calm as she appears as time flies by.
On that note, my biggest wish is – To meet and sit out with Genevieve Nnaji, maybe even get that boat ride. lol. It’s a beautiful world, and we are in it.
If you succeed in reading this epistle to the very end, tell us your biggest wish and who knows, some genie may make it come true.
Written by Sylvia Igwe