Dateline: Lagos, Tuesday, April 29, 2014 – 9.36am – got a ‘ping’ from a young friend, Akinwale Oluwaleimu: “Morn sir, is it true that Amaka Igwe is dead?” My wife instantly “re-pinged”: “Nooo, where did you hear that?” He pointed to a blog. But I spoke with one of her staff yesterday, and he the didn’t mention anything like that – my head spoke. We called the fellow, but it merely rang on – no answer. Then, we called a friend, Lekan Onimole who runs TopRadio FM (co-owned by Amaka). After Charles Igwe, the next best person to confirm such is Lekan. The man just took the steering out of my hand by his single plaintive sentence: “We lost her yesterday”. My wife screamed off Lekan’s voice as she flung the telephone across the dashboard. Thank God she wasn’t the driver.
Earlier that day, I had reminded myself to send the second part of my “Centenary Awards” spinoff to the Entertainment Desk of Sun – as today (Tuesday) is my “deadline”. Now, this... Obviously, Amaka’s death (can you imagine, I just sang her praise last edition) has critically affected my flow, and the only reasonable and honourable thing to do is to suspend the “awards” for a special tribute to this truly enigmatic and iconoclastic pride of Nigeria.
The portion on Amaka last week (which I will have to repeat here) was first written late in 1999 as we looked expectantly to the millennium kick-off in a magazine I co-founded two years earlier. Truly, all you read from me about this “spirit” called Amaka are true only to the extent that it is impossible to write all I know about this remarkable woman of untrammelled talents and toughness, great or small details.
I wrote then (and adapted it last week) thus: “As Amaka Isaac-Ene, the young lady stepped into motion picture business with the very ambitious soap on national television - Checkmate. Variously acclaimed and signposted as a bold and glamorous re-awakening of the fond memories slumbering, after the rested Behind The Clouds.
“Now, an Igwe (51 on January 2, 2014) and the creative force behind Moving Movies Ltd., with tentacles in music production, live band management, radio ownership, and TV in the offing, Amaka has packed into two decades what ordinary folks spend a life-lime salivating over. Her works are delicately scripted, professionally produced and enthusiastically received. Which of her works has not been critically applauded? Rattle Snake, Violated, To Live Again and Forever. And who can forget Fuji House of Commotion?
“With two degrees from two of Nigeria's best universities (Ibadan and Ife) Amaka Igwe has knocked on the door of movie-making and broadcast communication with a knuckle clothed in professional fulfilment and even greater accomplishments. And she's still a ‘kid’!
Amaka Igwe - I often call her MFR (to remind her that she was one of the few that truly deserve the national award). She would always switch on that small smile and wry bemused looks: “Yes FAJ, what is it?” She never wasted word or space in “moving things forward”. I have known and grown fond of Amaka since her Checkmate days. In all these 20 years of professional relationship, the last 14 months had been specially glorious. These last months exploded my admiration and intrigued my imagination about the person, passion and power of Amaka Igwe.
In January of 2013 (her birth month) I intimated her about our dreams for a truly national and professionally grounded gospel music award concept in Nigeria. We had not seen each other for few years. She not only warmly cottoned onto the idea, she repeatedly challenged me on ways to improve and expand the solidifying scaffolds that will sustain and project the award beyond the current promoters in areas of financing, logistics, production finessing and other technical issues. Ever the humanist, she would always remind me to stop thanking her for one act of goodwill or strategic support or the other: “FAJ, why? I have told you this project is OUR own, Stop thanking me…”. Oh, Amaka Igwe!
Amaka, who had been directing affairs from her home - she could not attend any of our several meetings on account of some health challenge - would demand and receive, and make comments on minutes and reports of many of the meetings. Ten days to the awards, she caused several technically gifted people to buy into the production of the awards – linking up with her colleagues who had studio or television equipment/facility; she gave contacts of others that were not too familiar with her…”FAJ, go and meet them…they will give you what they can…at least, the equipment are just lying there, if they are not in use… Look, no one will refuse to support what you are doing, and they can afford it…). I always marvel at the uncanny mix of an uncomplicated heart and the fecundity of her mind.
On the day of the awards, Friday, November 8, 2013, I stood at the podium that evening to say something about three women who impacted significantly on the success of the awards (my wife, Gloria Rhodes and Amaka Igwe)… while Amaka sat across the hall, like the godmother of the night at the “console” dishing out instructions on how to get the best shots of the night’s spectacle – perhaps her last major production on earth.
I said: “And over there is the woman whose heart is much larger than her frame – an angelic substance of uncommon matter. She gave her all – her communication medium; her audio and visual studios; her musical band, backlines, sound system and session men; her extensive production equipment; her considerable and significant directorial pedigree… all to MEGA…NOT FREE O… BUT ABSOLUTELY FOR NOTHING…and very handsome “handshake” to bring us close to tears. She is not an apparition…Help me thank God for the life of Amaka Igwe, MFR… and her husband, Charles; and her next-in-command, Lekan Onimole.~
…She merely shook her head indulgently at me, as if to say “This FAJ sef!”
Artistically, Amaka is an intellectual giant. True giants don’t harbour a perplexing complex that makes others overwhelm their subordinates or attempt to intimidate their peers. She would open herself to professional scrutiny – she has a measure of creative ennui that makes her subject her works to severe interrogation by people she holds highly in intellect and artistic capacity. In the 90’s as Isaac-Ene (and even as a young Mrs. Igwe), Amaka would ferret out “hard-nosed” critics who could preview her works and stare her down, if it would improve the quality of her works. Very few of us (apart from me, I know of Okoh Aihe) would receive her scripts or a copy of her work after the first edit, and (sworn to confidentiality and unflinching bluntness in fair scrutiny), you would be asked to “critique” the writings/creations of one of Nigeria’s most fecund literary rising stars.
In surreal eagerness, she would await your comments, arguments or denunciation. And your knowledge and conclusions would, of course, be challenged and contested in shocking pleasant camaraderie… Amaka would never assume she was better; or you were God’s gift to the Muse. Hardworking as nail, she licked her lips in anticipation of healthy wholesome contestations of ideas and passions. Incredible conversationalist!
Of course, Amaka would not suffer fools gladly – and incompetent government officials, corrupt civil servants, unserious yet vociferous colleagues; people who cut corners; business people bent on bending the rules to beat the system…and the list goes on. Of course, Amaka is passionately observed about developing Nollywood vertically and horizontally; she cried for long about the spreading decay that unprincipled charlatanism and disregard for genuine capacity building would inflict on her beloved movie industry. Few weeks to the end of last year, even as she had to repeatedly postpone a major remedial surgical operation in the USA, she held us hostage in her cute home in Ikeja, lamenting and railing against government duplicity across the board; the spiralling disregard for integrity in the creative and marketing processes. Amaka holds surprisingly strong Christian views especially as they concern the true meaning of pastorial care and our shambolic lack of understanding of the Love concept as espoused by the Lord.
A truly illuminating mind in galloping dark landscape. A commanding voice of correction and rectitude. A massive loss to the African pantheon of rarefied talents and charismatic leadership. We have lost a gem.
My dear MFR… Goodnight… Sleep well… I hope to see you on the other side some day… where there will no pain of loss; no despair of departures…and none of this hell of a world.
(First published in FAJ’s Fantasia of Sun newspaper, Sunday, May 4, 2014)