MY STORY (Summary)
I was 35 before I could accomplish a vision I had when I was seven.
I have other big visions in animation but sincerely, none of them can surpass the joy of seeing the results of contributing in encouraging others in the field of Animation both in Africa and intercontinentally.
In The Beginning..
I was born during the Nigeria-Biafra civil war which lasted from 1967 to 1972.
Immediately upon my birth, the hospital got bombed and my mum had to escape with me, the umbilical cord still dangling.
The youngest of seven children, after the war, my father went back to the city with my other siblings but my mother stayed put in our hometown “Igbo Ukwu”, a remote village in the South-eastern part of Nigeria.
Growing up in this place, folk and fairy tales were part of my life. These were told orally by adults to us children gathered around a bonfire on moonlight nights. Also my brothers in the city sometimes sent me comics (Hank Ketcham’s Denis the Menace and Peanuts)
The combination of all of the above always set my imaginations running and I longed to have these characters come to life and actually speak and do the things I heard or read.
The Vision Drops
As early as age 7, I already knew that I wanted to become an animation film maker, even without knowing that this was called “animation”.
However, there were no such schools in Nigeria then, where one can study such a subject.
Sundays, we had house visits from a religious group called “Jehova’s witness” These shared their pamphlets “Awake” and “The Watchtower” The rebel in me rejected “Watchtower” but found pleasure in “Awake” because of the rich illustrations and interesting articles.
So it happened that when I was about 13, one of such articles was about how animation is made. From that moment on, there would be no stopping me.
The Hard Life
My mom was a hobby seamstress and an auxiliary teacher in a primary school but our major form of income was making “Akara” . These we carried in a showcase to the market 13 kilometres away on foot to sell. Akara is a typical delicacy from my region which is made from smoothly ground bean paste, formed in balls and deep fried to a crusty shell and soft insides. We would get up as early as 5AM to grind these with mortar and pestle before they are fried. There was the opportunity of having this done in a mill within 5 minutes but the next mill was at the market
Poverty Driven Versatility
By age 12, I had learned to make own clothes and shoes, because we could not afford any readymade stuff.
On many occassions, I, (as well as other siblings) were sent home from school for inability to pay school fees. Because of the level of poverty we were faced with, in a society where affluence was worshipped, I was getting excluded in a lot of circles. On one occasion, I was not allowed to ride the tail of a neighbour’s pick up van because my dress just was not pretty enough. I became more and more comfortable in own company, but very inquisitive loner whose companions were the radio – torn apart and soldered back, the sewing machine – dismantled and built back. I was drawn to any available gadget that held some possibility of “discovery” on the insides.
Of course, most of the times, these never worked after my “mishandling” but I was exploring my creativity: something I would come to value later
No Way Forward
While still in secondary school, knowing that languages would increase my chances, I started teaching myself French outside of my curriculum, and later in my polytechnic days: German.
This was the pre-internet era. I so much wanted to leave Nigeria that I would comb telephone books, call random people to ask them for help. As can be envisaged, none of my called yielded fruit.
I was also writing schools abroad which I came across in some foreign newspapers and magazines. My applications were either off-shot or too late because of the time it took to lay hands on these publications.
Just Two Dollars!
At age 16, I received a scholarship to an Art School in the UK but my mum could not raise 60 Naira (today, less than one dollar) to put me on a plane, despite that I was going to get a refund.
Still nursing the dream of animation, I studied Fine Arts, later specialized in Graphic Design and Illustration while seeking, hoping and waiting for opportunities.
The Young Graduate
Upon graduation in 1989, I ran a tailoring business for a while in my city, Enugu before moving to Lagos, where I worked in advertising as a graphic designer and copywriter. On the side, I was freelancing as a cartoonist and writer in tabloids. After one year in advertising, I got fired for being a rebel who refused to adher to the normative female dress code as obtained in my society then.
Subsequently, I terminated my freelancing activities and settled as a full time independent studio artist.
In 1995, I had my first show ever, “Storms of the Heart” (a solo exhibition) at the National Museum, Lagos. It was a stepping stone for me which helped me start building my network.
I started having exhibitions while earning steady money painting oil protraits.
Can German Bring Me Forward?
Earlier in same 1995, I simultaneously registered for French and German at the Alliance Française and Goethe Institut, later dropped French and focused on German. During my period there, using their library, my earlier telephone directory calls got “upgraded” to writing schools in Germany as well as applying for artists residencies. Many years later, I got a residency at “Schloss Plüschow” but it got daunted by the known visa issues.
First Visit To Germany
In 1996, I had a financially successful exhibition and was lucky to get a Schengen Visa. So I invested the money on a visit to Germany seeking schools and opportunities.
On arriving in Germany, I was hosted in a small Lower Saxony community called Kuhstedtermoor, from where I got to know the Artists’ Village in Worpswerde, (home of Maria Rilke and Paula Modersohn Becker)
Inspired, I made art, which, with the help of my hostess, I put in Cafés, Dentists’ praxis and any space that was offered. A matter of survival, I wanted to be seen. I wanted to get leads to animation schools. Yet to no avail.
Sorry, You Can’t Stay!
Also, being that the German immigration law does not allow one seek admission with a tourist’s visa, I had to go back to Nigeria.
Back home, I resettled at the library of Goethe Institut and applied to any school I came across, even for things I either clearly was not qualified for or are outside of my focus.
I had to get out!
Admission? Sorry No Visa For You
Eventually in 1997, I got a two-year PG in African Studies at the University of Cologne but for three years, the German embassy did not grant me visa. The University -kindly enough- kept extending my registration.
My last extension was going to expire on the 28th of April 2000 by 12:30pm.
On the 27th of April 2000, 4.30 pm, I was paged** by the German embassy to come and collect my visa.
(**Before the advent of internet and mobile phones for all in Nigeria, you registered art a central telephone service and then got a pager, a gadget that would send you sms to notify you of calls and messages.)
Less than 6 hours to leave, or Rot!
The next flight to Germany was by 10 pm. Hence, I had less than 6 hours to leave Nigeria. Less than 6 hours that would change my destiny and view on life.
**When I got paged, I was paying 300,000 Naira (cash) into my bank account. On reading the message, I collected my money back, stepped out of the bank and like in a movie, there was a Lufthansa Office directly opposite the bank. I bought a one way ticket for 280,000 Naira for the last available seat (16D) rushed back to my studio, collected my passport, tore a few paintings from the wall, rolled these under my arm, packed some underwears and headed for the airport. I lost all my life’s belongings in the process, but this is another story!
Cologne Now! What Next?
On getting to Cologne, I registered for my Post graduate but was still searching for animation schools. This led to my registering once more to study design at the University of Applied Sciences Düsseldorf while working as an English conversation leander in a language school and an interpreter a translation office, with deployment to the Federal Office of Refugees, Customs offices, The police, as well as District and Magistrate courts.
Finally, A Lead!
At my English school, a new student introduced himself as a staff of the West German Broadcasting (WDR). I instantly asked if they had an internship position. He gave me the telephone number of his boss whom I called the next day and got accepted.
While interning at WDR, I heard about the International Film School Cologne (ifs) I called them and was told that the application for the next training year was closing in two days. As usual, I was running against the clock but my application was sucessful! I was one out of the 10 students they admitted for 2D cartoon animation. This was in 2003
The first steps towards accomplishing my dreams had been met.
A Dream About To Materialize
Under the tutelage of great animation masters like Michael Dudok de Wit, Sylvain Chomet, David Nasser and the late quatro Leo Hobaica, Jimi Murakami, Harald Siepermann, and Larry Lauria, I found myself doing exactly that which I had yearned to do since I was seven.
It was an extremely intensive course which left me only the choice of working nights. So I found myself at the kitchen of the backstage restaurant of Cologne arena washing plates, earning peanuts and talking science, art and philosophy to the confusion of the other kitchen workers.
What Fairy Tales Are Made Of
Backed by the financial help of friends who contributed to the training fee of 3,000 euros per year, I gave my best and embraced the training with all my might.
My first visit to Annecy was as a student of Animation at this school. I, who had no shoes, now with 15 other people on an all paid exclusive flight to France, just to watch Animation films?
I finished the Animation training in 2004 and in 2006 and made my first official short animation “The Lunatic”
I was exposed the animation film making world and the networks involved. DOK Leipzig, Annecy, ITFS etc.
In 2006, I won the DEFA research award, as the first black woman (to keep it narrow). In 2007, I won the Robert Bosch Foundation Award to lead a coproduction between Germany and Bulgaria.
This must be the stuff fairy tales are made of.
Yet I did not feel complete.
First Nigerian Animator?
Basically, I became not just the first female Animator of Nigerian origin but one of the pioneers of African Animation, hence some fondly called me “The Mother of African Animation” My elation in this is not about the names and titles but about the proof that perseverance always pays.
Africa Movie Academy Awards
In 2008, I sent “The Lunatic” to the 4th Africa Movie Academy Awards. It was the only and first ever animation entered for the awards. It was given the honourable mention. I was not just the only animator in the country at that time the only animator out of the country.
My Pledge | Build a network
When I was seeking ways to leave, I made a pact with my spirit that I would bring my knowledge back home to Nigeria, if i succeed in gaining animation knowledge. I sought ways to fulfil this and thought of a network of African Animators. But how do you build a network with non-existent bodies? I combed the internet and joined every possible groups of Creatives (one of which was “My Space”) looking for other African animators. All efforts yielded a dead end.
The Animation Club Africa
In 2009, I heard of the social media network called Facebook.
In 2010, to my joy, I found out that one could start a networking group right there on the platform. That was how I started “The Animation Club Africa” on 10th April 2010.
As the group flourished, I got reconnected back to Nigeria.
smedLAB Animation Course
My favourite brother, Ifeanacho Okoye, a quantity surveyor, was so happy for me that I have achieved this dream. So to assist me in my dreams of bringing me and my knowledge home, he started an animation studio “Shrinkfish Limited”
I possibly could not go back because I just got into the animation scene in Germany and am doing projects.
Nevertheless, I need to find a connection between where I am and where I came from. A connection which would enable me fulfil my pledge of bringing the knowledge back.
Hence, in March 2013, I held Nigeria’s first ever animation course at the Goethe Institut Nigeria.
This was about the most satisfying state of my journey. It was more than elating to see other people, under my tutorship takng steps towards accomplishing their dreams. I could see me back in the days with my big dreams of wanting to know how animation is made and I could feel the sense of fulfilment associated wth the possibility of getting this knowledge.
At the end of the course, some of the students got a hands-on experience in Animation by being active as trainees for my 28 Minutes Nigerian German Coproduction “The Legacy of Rubies” which won the Africa Movie Academy Awards in 2015. The voice of the main character Mfalme was spoken by one of the trainees, Olukayode Abobadoye.
The state of things
Over the years, Animation has advanced in Africa and Nigeria. A lot has happened within a very short span. There are many studios doing wonderful projects.
With this advancement, Nigeria and Africa have has become the focus of international festivals like Annecy as well as producers and distributors like Cartoon Network and Netflix.
Over the years, I have
– worked on a lot of personal projects
– led international co-productions
– given a animation workshops to children and adults as well
– imparted my knowledge to students of German Universities.
– won many awards globally.
– been in the jury and selection committees for prestigious awards and festivals.
– been featured in many German televisions and newspapers.
– been constantly invited to many prestigious German literary and theater events,
but no joy these bring can surpass the feeling of being catalyst to someone achieving their dreams, not just in Animation but generally being motivated by my story.
I was almost 35 before I could accomplish a vision I had when I was seven.
I have other big visions in animation but sincerely, none of them can surpass the joy of seeing the results and contributing in encouraging others in the field of Animation.
Some dreams take time to accomplish but with consistency, perseverance and hard work, we can pave a way and follow it to our goals even if this sometimes takes a while
So I was trying to fix this comment thing for hours. Now it is done. I’d also be glad if you tell me from where you found this link (Facebook.. Instagram.. private.. etc)????
very interesting story..thank you… saw you on ig..
Thank you so much elana
It’s my fourth time reading your story and it’s always an Inspiration.
Thanks for paving a way for us!
Thanks a lot Obi. I am glad to have been of inspiration. Wir bleiben in Kontakt.
Lovely to see an overview of your story published here Ebele! So happy to have visited your exhibition in 1995. I loved your work and i love you! Thanks for taking care of me in Lagos my friend.
Thank you so much Katrina and pardon my late respionse. I will keep you posted on the Film from that.
Very interesting story. I am motivated. I came across this from your instagram page. Mine is @qeemus1
Glad you read it Hakeem. I hope it fulfuls the purpose of the referral
Thank you for sharing your story… so inspirational
Thank you Ojeaga!
Oh my…thank you for this.
I’ll most certainly keep pushing on my dream?
I am so inspired by your story and perseverance . Congratulations on what you have achieved and what you will achieve! As a black british ghanaian female, your story really resonates with me, relatable to what my parents and family also had to endure to fulfil their dreams.
I found you through your voice! I watched a DW YOUTUBE documentary on my home country of Ghana ‘Oil promises’ and thoroughly enjoyed your animation, co direction and voice over; so started digging into the person who drew my short attention span mind into enjoying 90 mins of a painful reality. Very happy with who I have discovered.
Thank you for your passion, your attention to detail and love you shared for my country during this difficult time. I look forward to more of your work.
Your story is a movie