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No sex for movie role campaign: more true life experiences


 

Some time ago, a director, invited me for a job in one village in Anambra state.  When I got there, he took me to his hotel room and said that was where I would sleep. Truthfully I dint complain because I saw him as a big brother and mentor, I trusted him and never suspected anything about him. He went out and I was in d room alone. Another lady later entered the room and started packing the ladies shoes and clothes from the room. Innocently, I asked her where she was taking them to and she said… "director said I should leave the room because his fiancée is around"…  sho!! I was like " fiancée???. When I asked the lady where she was going to sleep. She said she doesn't know, and that she was stranded by her present situation. I pitied her, but I was still angry that he introduced me as fiancée when we were not even dating. As the lady left, he entered the room, and I told him what the lady had said and asked him when I became his fiancée. He was like " C'mon, I told her that lie for her to leave so you can be comfortable"... I told him to call her back; let three of us sleep in the room. He refused and rather tried to kiss and touch me, but I pushed him off in anger. He got angry and told me to stop acting like a child and grow up and left the room.  As he left the room, I was really scared he may come back to rape me.  So I took my bag and sneaked out from the room. I was now stranded like the lady I met in that room because I knew no one around and it was my first time of ever going to that village.  I knocked on one door to try and see if I could get any help for myself. The door opened and there were some ladies in the room..  I told them my story and begged them to allow me spend the night with them. They obliged me and I slept with them that night. The next day we got to location, and I was going to go on set.  He saw me and angrily shouted, demanding to know what I was doing on that location. He ordered that I should leave the set or he would not shoot.  I was shocked, surprised and speechless. None of the crew members cared to ask me what happened, instead they were begging him to calm down, and asked me to Leave the place. It was only some Artistes and one guy that pitied me, and since he refused to shoot until I have left the place, I had to leave.  Since then I have found it difficult to go back to the industry because I became afraid that one can become unlucky and get raped by this monsters. I began to imagine what those ladies who were working with him were going through in his hands. I was lucky to have escaped his evil plans of violating me that night. They always capitalize on the ignorance and innocent trust of their victims to violate them.  I believe strongly that there are so many ladies who have been raped by these so called job providers in Nollywood, but who are not bold enough to come up and say it for fear of further victimization.
 
MY COMMENT:
This is what I think and strongly believe. Wherever we find ourselves as leaders and influential people, God is the one that has put us there for a good purpose, to bless, console and encourage people with the opportunities he has placed in our hands.  If you decide not to use that positions for Gods good purposes and abuse it, He will take it away from you to hand them to those who will not abuse them. As marketers, Producers, Directors, and production managers in Nollywood, we are expected by God to use our positions to help persons artistes and crew members to realize their dreams of becoming established and caring for their families. When you drive one person away from the industry through your oppression, you have caused several families that would have benefited from the person's success to suffer great loss. God is not a respecter of persons. Today Nollywood is experiencing a great down turn and distribution is taking turn for the worst. I sincerely believe that this is as a result of all the atrocities that we have committed against innocent and ignorant dream chasers.


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