What is your greatest fear?
I used to be really afraid of dying, but now I’m just more afraid of not realising my dreams.
How did you come up with the name sugabelly?
I made it up when I was ten years old. Basically my two best friends (at the time) and I were planning how we were going to be in a girl group when we grew up and become superstars, and we had to come up with names. And my friends chose Vanilla and Honey for themselves and I picked Sugar (cheesy yes, but we were ten! What did we know?). But then I decided that Sugar was really strange sounding (because seriously, how many people do you know called Sugar -with an ‘R’ ?), so I changed it to Sugabelly, and the name stuck. And then my friends started calling me Sugabelly, and then everyone did, so I kept it. And I’ve been Sugabelly ever since. Yes! I’ve been Sugabelly for TEN YEARS!!!!!!!!
do you love being a nigerian? cos i do.
Cool! I adore being Nigerian. I just wish there wasn’t so much drama going on in Nigeria the Beloved right now. :(
what do you want in your next boyfriend?
Well I’m pretty new to the whole boyfriend thing. [I’ve only ever had one official boyfriend in my entire life so far] so I haven’t really figured dating out yet.
I guess I could ask for a whole list of things, but I think I really want someone who gets me - who understands me and why I am the way I am, why I do the things I do, and what my MO is. And of course, after understanding me, I hope he likes me enough to embrace my craziness and stay. But I want someone who’s passionate about whatever they love (hopefully I’m included in that list) and hopefully taller than me (I’m tired of dating guys that I can’t wear heels around).
Yeah so I don’t really know what I want and in some ways when I find it I think I’ll know. I know what I don’t want though - No creeps. I’ve dealt with enough of those.
I suppose wishing for some other *ahem* ‘gifts’ wouldn’t be too much to ask now would it?
you sometimes talk about your mum but never your dad, why?is it a privacy thing?
Actually, it’s simpler than that. I haven’t seen the man since I was three.
what advice would you give to any one in life. What philosophy do you live your life by, and if you dont live your life by anything, what do you always tell youself in your heart
No matter what happens, no matter how bad it gets, you have to be able to tell yourself ‘nottin spoil’
What has prompted your interest in developing a new script for Igbo? Also, are you an ‘aje butter’?
I’m developing the script because Igbo needs to be ‘useful’ for people to be interested in it. If there isn’t really anywhere you can apply Igbo exclusively then you don’t really need it. You might as well speak English. I think it’s sad that so many Igbo people are so completely uninterested in their language, and that is partly because they have no avenues to use it. Igbo is currently hampered seriously by the fact that it shares a writing system with English. By differentiating it completely from English I’m trying to give it a fighting chance. If the script is completely different, it will appeal not only to speakers as a way to bind their words on paper, but to artists, calligraphers, graphic designers, etc as a new means of expressing their design. And the more uses that can be found for written Igbo, the more importance it will hold among a greater number of people. That aside, it’s a double shame that we developed a writing system but completely abandoned it and let it fall into decay.
I USED to be an aje. ‘USED to’ being operative. When I was little I was such an aje butter. I spent all day reading Mallory Towers and Back to Saint Clare’s, turning my nose up at other children, and refusing to eat garri that wasn’t specially fried twice just for me. Now I’m a somewhat reformed semi-aje. Secondary school changed me forever. I spent a whole year being beaten senseless for mouthing off to my seniors and refusing to fetch water or give up my Rice Krispies. By the end of the year, I was as hardened as the best of them…almost. I could do any punishment without flinching.. for as long as you’d like. I had cut grass, packed shit, run from Bush Baby, Madam Cos-Cos, and Gwei-gwei in the middle of the night. I had been through two school riots, the second of which left the girls dorm half demolished. I had seen my first naked man.
Hell, by the end of JS1, you couldn’t tell me shit.