FROM HAWKER TO BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: NOLLYWOOD’S TOXIC FANTASY
Nollywood keeps telling her story over and over again. I remember the first time I watched a Nollywood film that changed a girl’s life in one scene. She was hawking plantain. Barefoot. Skin dusty. Her tray perched unsteadily on her head. Her eyes were scanning the road like hope might be hiding in traffic. Then, it happened. She tripped right in front of a black G-Wagon. Her tray flew. Plantains scattered. And out came him . The rich man. The angry man. The one whose voice thundered like a generator. He insulted her, of course. Told her to watch where she was going. But three scenes later, she was wearing human hair. By scene five, she had a diamond ring. By the end of the movie, she had a new title. Madam . I was younger then. Maybe 13 or 14. I remember watching with my cousins. Our eyes were wide. Our hearts were pounding. And quietly, we were all thinking the same thing. “What if that could be me?” We didn’t say it out loud. But deep inside, something clung to ...