Monday, May 4, 2009


Over the past couple of months I've noticed Chinua Achebe's novel Things Fall Apart cropping up every time I go into a bookstore. Achebe is a Nigerian novelist and poet who wrote Things Fall Apart back in 1958. It is now considered to be just about the most widely read and popular book in African literature - certainly over the last half century.

The plot weaves together the dual stories of one man's tragic fall from power, grace and, eventually, life with the greater story of the collapse of the tribal culture and tradition under the weight of aggressive, European influence and law brought by missionaries to Nigeria.

Okonkwo is a man haunted by the memory of his father, a man considered a failure in the male dominated culture of the Ibo people in Umuofia, a clan of villages in Nigeria. Okonkwo's father didn't work, had no wealth and lived his life playing the flute and sponging off others. He died alone in the forest. Okonkwo fears, more than anything else, being compared in any way to his father. In his quest he shows great strength in battle and in wrestling and he rules his family and wives as he believes a patriarch should - without showing love or affection.


My dear friend Yomi A. Michaels played the role of Okonkwo in a touring version of the stage adaptation of Things Fall Apart by Biyi Bandele. He was fortunate enough to travel to the land of his parents, Nigeria, to perform in Lagos. His parents were both Yoruba which meant that he had his own internal conflicts in portraying an Ibo man. Yomi also had the honour of meeting Achebe himself in Nigeria - a meeting that deeply moved him. As Yomi wrote on the BBC World Services "My Century" in 1999,

"Nigerians view Chinua Achebe with immense pride - particularly the Ibo people, of course, but Nigeria as a whole feels great pride that he was born a Nigerian."

After Things Fall Apart, Yomi went on to play the role of King Baabu written by another Nigerian literary great Wole Soyinka. Soyinka was born into a Yoruba family in 1934 and studied in Nigeria and then the University of Leeds, England, Yomi's home town. Soyinka won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1986, the first African to be awarded the prize. Yomi always felt a strong connection to Soyinka and referred to him, affectionately, as 'the Prof'.


Yomi A. Michaels, in red, takes the curtain as King Baabu in Lesotho. (pic. M.Kheleli)

Yomi died, suddenly, in March of 2006, in London, at the age of 41. The last time I saw him was in London in February of 2006. Since I'd moved to Paris we had seen less of each other but we stayed in touch and he'd been out to visit. We always connected when I returned to London on business. That final time we celebrated my upcoming move to California. We plotted cross country road trips. We talked about meeting in New York and going to see his beloved Yankees play at Yankee Stadium. We walked through Soho - our area - on the way back to my hotel. We stopped outside of the Apple store on Regent Street and he wanted to take a picture of me to commemorate my new job and the move to Apple headquarters.

It's funny how extraordinary things happen on very ordinary days. I was home one day when I took a call from someone I'd only spoken to a couple of times before. She told me that Yomi was dead. I traveled back to England to attend the funeral and give a eulogy. His family asked me if I could pull anything of interest - writings, pictures and such - from his laptop and digital camera. The very last picture on his digital camera was the one he'd took of me outside the Apple Store. I felt like I could see his ghost in the reflected flash from his camera.


So, tonight, I was in a bookstore and saw, again, a copy of Things Fall Apart. I picked it up and looked at it and thought of my friend. I replaced it on the shelf and continued looking. The next book I picked up was 'Off Mike' by Michael Krasny, the host of KQED's Forum and someone I enjoy listening to on NPR. The book fell open in my hands at page 170. Which just happened to be the page where Krasny talks of interviewing Wole Soyinka, the author of King Baabu and the man my friend always referred to as 'the Prof'.

I bought both books.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Barren Month

I managed to go all the way through April without posting. Nothing. Not one single post. I guess I felt disinclined for some reason. It's not like nothing happened. I ended March and slipped gracefully into April while at the Palm Springs Photo Festival, the brainchild of one Mr Jeff Dunas. The Festival celebrates the spirit of fine art photography, mostly, with a little photojournalism thrown in too. It's a nice way to welcome the spring with temperatures in Palm Springs being up in the 80's by this time of the year.


Photographer, photography historian and founder of the Palm Springs Photo Festival, Jeff Dunas, at the Korakia Pensione. April 2009.


A tree silhouette reflection in the pool


Me shooting me in the gloriously orange bathrooms of the Annenberg Theater, Palm Springs, CA

I returned from the Festival with an extra creative spring in my step and set about riding my bike, finally. I bought a couple of pairs of shorts. I bought a helmet. And I started riding. I started slow, riding out for the first time on April 5th. I covered five and a half miles at a staggeringly slow 12.7mph average (back in the day I was covering a 10 mile time trial in about 22 mins, averaging about 27mph). This first time out I barely made it through the 5 miles.


I went flying with a friend of mine in Monterey a couple of times... First time out, flying down the coast over Bixby Bridge, Point Sur lighthouse and Big Sur. Second time out we crossed Monterey Bay, Santa Cruz and up to Pescadero before being turned back by the enormous fog bank over the coast heading north towards Half Moon Bay and San Francisco.


Cessna 172, Monterey Airport, CA

I shot my first Major League Soccer game (San Jose v LA Galaxy, 1-1, Oakland Coliseum).


I had a great time driving around San Francisco with an awesome photographer called Jeremy Cowart who just happened to be passing through on the Britney Spears 'Circus' tour.


By the end of the month I'd ridden over a hundred miles - actually 117 and my final ride of the month was a 'blistering' 10 mile ride covered in 36mins at an average speed of 16.5mph. Not a bad progression in a month. The riding feels good, the bike feels good and my body has a righteous ache.

So, as I said, I've done a bunch of things, I've been out and about. I've ridden like a crazy beast and watched many games in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. I also started teaching a small photo class at work.

But I just didn't feel like writing about it...