So the Christmas before he died, my father told us a story about his grandmother. How she was giving birth, alone in her house, and a leopard came to try and steal her goat. She fought it off, and THEN cut her umbilical cord.
So, after watching Green Snake on Netflix today, I was asking myself if I have some sort of bias about watching African stories rather than Asian or Caucasian. Then I asked myself if it’s a matter of how the stories are written. Then I realized that I as a writer could do with writing more of MY stories, if I wanted to see them out in the world.
Can you guess where this is going?
Yeah, I’m writing the story of Tabala. It’ll mostly be fictionalized but if you want me to add something specific (I’m talking to my relatives here) please do get in touch.
@Netflix would you make this movie?
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