Royal Guests at the convocation drama pose in front of a life-sized flexible banner of Esiaba Irobi for a photoshoot before the show.
By Greg Mbajiorgu
Mbajiorgu is a NURESDEF Laureate
and a Senior Lecturer at the Department of Theatre and Film Studies of the
University of Nigeria, Nsukka.
It was Friday, February 19. The
University of Nigeria, Nsukka’s New Arts Theatre was thrice
capacity-filled. The event was the tertiary institution’s 45th
convocation drama. This grand convocation cultural night, which featured
Esiaba Irobi’s The Colour of Rusting Gold, was unique in so many ways.
First, it was a command performance
packaged as a reception highlight for the Ooni of Ife, Adeyeye Enitan
Ogunwusi Ojaja II, who is also the newly invested Chancellor of the
university. Also, the double-pronged theatrical ceremony, which
celebrated both the visit of the Chancellor and the works and life of
Irobi, the doyen of Nsukka school of drama, was preceded by an opening
glee performed by the Ooni’s griots and praise-singers to the delight of
the special audience eagerly awaiting the arrival of His Majesty into
the Arts Theatre. A deafening ovation heralded the arrival of the Ooni
to the venue.
The occasion was also planned and
conceived to commemorate the life and works of the doyen of Nsukka
School of Drama-the late Esiaba Irobi. Irobi was a prolific playwright
and poet with a frightening and fascinating harvest of highly remarkable
classics of literary works. His published and frequently produced plays
includes: Nwokedi, Hangmen Also Die, Cemetery Road, Put out the House
Lights, What Songs Do Mosquitoes Sing, Fronded Circle, Gold,
Frankincense and Myrrh and most recently, Sycorax. His collection of
published poems includes: Inflorescence, Cotyledons and Why I Don’t like
Philip Larkin. Professor Irobi, a theatre professor at Ohio University,
Athens, was on sabbatical leave from his job at the Freie Universitat,
Berlin, Germany when he took ill on the May 29, 2010 and died at the age
of 49. His classical play, Cemetery Road clinched the Nigeria
LNG-endowed prize for literature in 2010. But, unfortunately, he died
before the date of the conferment of the prestigious award.
Irobi’s The Colour of Rusting Gold –
directed by Greg Mbajiorgu and Ikechukwu Erojikwe – was performed by the
staff and students of the Department of Theatre and Film Studies of the
university. The Colour of Rusting Gold is a drama on corruption and
dilemma of the contemporary man as he strives for moral rectitude. The
play is a marriage of tradition and modernity but the copious appearance
of tradition in the play is a veneer to explore the issue of morality,
integrity and honour in the face of money politics. Thus the play
captures in all ramifications the place of sound judgment and lore of
our traditional belief and value system.
It opens in the shrine of the great
herbalist Otagburuagu. Boldly inscribed on the wall in the far end of
the stage is “Herbalist Otagburuagu Specialist in Madness, Rain Making
and Barrenness. A Trial Will Convince You, 080336664191”. This notice
takes us into the soul of the man we are about to encounter. The
performance opens on a very serene note with the auditorium in pitch
darkness and the orchestra intoning a call and response chant. This ends
abruptly, then the flute filters in which is followed intermittently by
the Ikolo and the Ogene, which ebbs off slowly as the dirge “Ihe dike
Mere Moo” is rendered at the same time with the lights clearly
indicating that it is early morning. Lights reveal two figures;
Otagburuagu and Ogidi on stage, one on a bamboo bed the other on a mat
on the floor.
Otagburuagu was played by Daniel Chibuko
a graduate of theatre and film studies, who chose to be part of the
production due to his love for the theatre on the one hand and Irobi on
the other. His interpretation of the role elicited commendations from
many including Prof. Chimalu Nwankwo, Irobi’s teacher who flew in from
the US to see the production. “This is the best showing of The Colour of
Rusting Gold I have seen so far,” he said.
The second movement also resumed on a
high tone and pace, Nnenna the pregnant woman played by Sandra Chioma
Samuel engages Alika (Christian Nwokocha) in a funny but thought
provoking conversation which is suddenly interrupted by the distinct
voice of Ngasi played by Cindy Anene Ezeugwu, a lecturer in the
department of Theatre and Film Studies, who rattled the audience with
her melancholic lamentation which flows thus “I’m the unlucky woman, who
wanted to blow her nose but blew out her eyes, I stretched my hands to
pick my eyes but broke my hands…” Ezeugwu held the audience spell bound
during her entire appearance, even more magical was the epic sensation
which her sudden entrance from the right aisle of the auditorium
created.
Her enactment enchanted the audience so
much that they started asking if she was the real Ngasi and
Oriakanjonauchichi’s mother. She was so alive in the role that she got
some members of the audience to shed tears. The appearance of Ngasi and
Oriakanjo brought a sober mood to the performance. Empathy was drawn to
the characters of Ngasi and Oriakanjo (the lunatic) which was played by
Justin Anakwe a final year student, Anakwe’s performance needs to be
experienced because words cannot paint how the young man was able to
interpret the role of the mad man so well. As the movement progressed
Nnanimgaebi (Ugochukwu Frank) and Nketa (Stella Offor) enter with sharp
and angry movements which changed the mood of the play. Nanimgaebi’s
entrance changes everything, his movement, speech variations, gestures
and delivery took the play to another dimension.
As the audience began to get excited,
Oriakanjonuchichi attacks and holds Nketa captive, Nnanimgaebi’s
attempts to rescue her become futile as Oriakanjo seizes the gun which
he wants to use to rescue Nketa. From then on the performance blazingly
x-rayed the problems of our present society- for example, the mad man
and the gun, the lawless nature of the corrupt politician, the helpless
pregnant woman who was not allowed to see the dibia due the selfish
attitude of the corrupt politician. The story goes on.
Nnanimgaebi in his bid to hold onto
parliamentary power tries to blackmail Otagburuagu to kill his opponent,
unfortunately this backfires and Nnanimgaebi falls into the pit he dug
for another. From there the walls of Otagburuagu’s soul begin to crack.
The great dibia, the human tiger with four eyes enters the level of
psychosis. His conscience has been smeared with blood, the blood of the
innocent child and that of Nanimgaebi. Unfortunately, Ogidi steals the
money, which Otagburuagu refers to as blood money, the very money that
Nanimgaebi left in his shrine after the oath swearing before Ahanjoku,
he is immediately murdered by Otagburuagu.
Subsequently, he moves ahead to kill
Oriankanjo with the belief that he saw everything. Sadly, his friends
and fellow members of the Osuagwu cult, apprehends him. Kevin Omah who
played Ijere in the play, though a minor character, transported the
audience from the physical world to the spiritual plane, Oma’s deep
rooted interpretation and research of the role brought in metaphysical
and esoteric aesthetics into the performance, Ogene Ugochukwu Ugwu and
Okaaomee Lambert Abbah arrive but realize that they cannot defeat
Otagburuagu on their own, thus they send for Mmaju the female Osuagwu
whose magical and metaphysical appearance rescued the situation.
Mmaju’s exhilarating and exotic display
of supernaturalism thrilled the audience beyond words. Nkechi Udensi who
starred as Mmaju made extra effort to add colour to the role. She is
dexterous and skillful as an actress. Her delivery which was filled with
ritual essence and grandeur was further heightened by the mystifying
make-up and costume. Otagburuagu is defeated, his taproot unearthed, his
medicine pot discovered. The other dibia’s destroy Otagburagu’s shrine
amidst a soul touching dirge.
The infusion of dance, ritual music,
chants and spectacle into the play by the directors’ helped to entice
and mesmerize the audience from the beginning of the play to the end.
Making it possible for them to go home reflecting on the very message
contained in the production brochure “it is our expectation that our
special audience for this year’s convocation drama will go home with the
following question: Why must we allow our great nation, Nigeria, which
we cherish even more than Gold to rust in our age and time”?
The technical elements of the play: sound, lights, set and orchestra were effectively employed except for few glitches resulting from poor funding of the production.
The technical elements of the play: sound, lights, set and orchestra were effectively employed except for few glitches resulting from poor funding of the production.
Although most of our distinguished
guests could not hide their feelings that the performance was well
executed, it is pertinent to note that the theatre architecture and its
accoutrements cry out for urgent attention. The Nsukka theatre is far
from being an ideal example of what a modern theatre building should
look like. The stage is narrow, the auditorium lacks modern seats and
facilities, there is no cooling system in the theatre, no conveniences,
and no ergonomics. However, it is delightful to mention that the
president of the University Alumni Association, Chief Andrew Oru, has
promised to help in the renovation and re-equipping of the arts theatre.
This, he said, is in his priority list
of problems to solve because “… the Arts Theatre is a strategic
building, a place where we say welcome to distinguished visitors to the
university with dramatic offerings”. Nevertheless, I must frankly state
that these technical and structural short comings did not quite
undermine this year’s convocation production as such, because the
superlative performance of the actors and actresses diminished most of
these shortcomings.
Having impressed the Vice-Chancellor and
all our distinguished convocation guests and uplifted the image of the
university through this singular theatrical outing, we sincerely hope
that the UNN Alumni Association will not allow next year’s convocation
drama to be staged in a poor theatrical arrangement.
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