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AFRICAN CREATIVE EXHIBITION AND (ACE) AWARDS2018: What to Expect at the Second Edition



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A fresh year is on the calendar and it is almost time for the second edition of the annual African Creative Exhibition and Awards (termed ACE Awards) hosted by Bellafricana. It brings to Lagos the best creative minds in the fields of Art and Craft, Fashion, Manufacturing, Beauty, Food Produce and so much more.

The Awards is an initiative of Bellafricana, a platform with a focus on Afrocentric Made-in-Nigeria (Africa) Non-oil products development where customers and suppliers engage and transact to bridge the buyer-seller gap and create a wider outreach for Nigerian (African) products locally & globally.

Micro, small and medium-size businesses nationwide produce a great deal of outstanding products, yet these creative business owners aren’t encouraged to innovate and create more.

BukkyAsehinde, Managing Director at Bellafricana says “Everyone likes a pat on the back when they have done something good. Our mission for the ACE Awards is to give these Creative Businesses a platform to receive the recognition they have long deserved”

ACE AWARDS 2018 is themedCreativity and Innovation in Nation Building” and is scheduled to hold on Saturday, April 28, 2018 by 9:00am at D-Venue, Water Corporation Drive, Off LigaliAyorinde, Oniru, Lagos, Nigeria.

The event is looking to attract over 6,000 attendees, 70 exhibitors, 15 Awardees and 8 Speakers.

Creative MSMEs have invaded Nigeria and we certainly are not complaining.

In 2016, it became apparent that Nigeria was an import driven nation and that was how the “Buy Naija to the grow Naira” came to be.

However, various sects of the economy are realising that for Nigeria to diversify and become an export driven nation, the beam light falls on MSMEs.

It is endorsed by the Lagos State Government, Ministry of Tourism, Arts and Culture, the Nigerian Export Promotion Council (NEPC), Nigerian-British Chamber of Commerce (NBCC), Nigerian-American Chamber of Commerce (NACC), Lagos Chamber of Commerce and Industry (LCCI), Nigeria-Britain Association and will offer participants a unique opportunity to showcase their talents and to have their work judged by consumers and experts.

This Annual African Creative Exhibition and Awards (ACE Awards) aims to laud the creative works of Nigerians (Africans) and is certainly one of the strongest tools in awakening creative, innovative and entrepreneurship drive in young people in Nigeria and indeed Africa.

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ACE Awards 2018 has also received backings from the Lagos State Employment Trust Fund (LSETF), Nigerian Export Promotion Council (NEPC) and supported by other organisations such as Sovereign Guards, Digital Marketing Skill Institute, DODO Agency, Noah’s Ark, Labule, Swift, Uber, ASSETS, Lara Rose, Bella Naija, The Guardian, Inside Watch Africa, Metro Woman, Pulse Nigeria, Connect Nigeria,, The Entrepreneur Africa, Africa on Rise, BEN TV, NTA, Lost in Lagos, Farabale, DHL, Boulos, Mamahz model and much more.

This will be a three phase event in which two (Exhibition and Conference) of the phases will run simultaneously while the third phase (Awards Dinner) will be held as the peak of the event.


Theme:“Celebrating Creativity and Innovation”

Conference Theme:“Creativity and Innovation in Nation Building”

Date: April 28, 2018

Venue:DVenue, Water Corporation Drive, Off LigaliAyorinde, Oniru, Lagos, Nigeria.

Time for Exhibition: 10 – 4pm

Time for Awards Dinner: 5 – 9pm

To see the official top 3 Nominees List for ACE Awards 2018: Click here

For partnership and sponsorship details, please contact the organisers;

Call: +2348086363970

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During my 7th grade Spring Break, my family and I took a trip to Tanzania. It was an adventure by itself just getting there! We had to take fifteen different planes to get there and back (and from place to place in between). It was the first time I had been in such a small airplane; one of the fifteen planes only sat six passengers and the pilot. The ride was bumpier than the commercial airplanes, but the view was spectacular. When we arrived, the time zone change was difficult to handle, but after a few nights I got used to the change.


We stayed in a safari resort in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. The guide said we were over 150 miles away from civilization. The scenery was unlike anything I had ever seen before. There were all sorts of noises, but they weren’t ones I was used to hearing; the noises came from animals (and insects!), not from cars or television or people. So far, I loved the trip.


Our assigned guide was Mishi. She could spot a needle in a haystack. On our first safari, we saw a herd of giraffes and two rhinoceroses. Mishi told us that the concession that she worked for captured two black rhinos because they were in danger of going extinct due to poachers. She said that the poachers wanted them for their horns and would kill the poor rhinos to get their horns. The story behind the horns is that a Singapore government official had cancer and the dust of the black rhino horn supposedly cured him.


Ever since, black rhinos have been on the endangered species list. It made me really upset to hear that story, and it apparently made a lot of others sad too, which is why the good people from Mishi’s concession (well, really the concession at which Mishi worked) captured the two rhinos. They are not in a zoo but in guarded pen that is about 100 acres, sitting in the Serengeti. This protects the rhinos from poachers.


When we got back to the resort, there were a bunch of men standing in line with big guns strapped to their backs. I said hello but they just stood there and smiled at me. Later, Mishi told us that those men were caught poaching and were given a choice: go to jail, or work at the resort against poaching and protect the people and animals there. I thought that was a very good idea and felt better that people were there working against the poachers.


The next day, Mishi took us to a river that contained big crocodiles and even bigger hippos. After we took pictures, Mishi walked us over to a suspension bridge. My family was very nervous to cross after seeing what was in the river and there was a sign at the front saying no more than one person on the bridge at a time. Mishi finally convinced us that it was perfectly safe, and she was right! We all made it to the other side in one piece. After we explored a little in the area, we spotted a long line of ants. I noticed that a few were bigger than the others and these bigger ants were walking next to the line, as if keeping the others in order.


Mishi told us that they were called Army Ants and were used by old Tanzanian tribes in place of stitches. They would hold the skin together and force the ants to bite it, and then they would pinch off the ant’s body so their jaws would hold the skin until it healed. This works because the ant’s jaws have two big pinchers. I know it may sound odd and cruel now, but at that time the tribes didn’t have resources that we have today. With that in mind, I thought that it was very interesting how they used the resources they did have in such a creative and effective manner. Mishi actually showed me an example of how it worked by letting one of the ants bite her; I got to see that it really did work, but ouch!


After we had dinner one night, the people who worked there set up a campfire, and everyone sat around it. The sky was so clear that we could even see the planet Venus. Mishi told me that because there were not a lot of lights or pollution in Tanzania, the skies were very clear, especially at night. One of the other ladies who worked at the resort came over and sat next to my mom and me and pulled out a small bottle. She told us that it contained Henna, which is a flower native to Africa. Henna is crushed up to create dyes. She then offered to paint our nails with it. Henna does not come out of nails. It has to grow out, but it strengthens them and is a pretty orange color. My mom and I said yes eagerly.


After many days of fun and great adventure, my trip to Tanzania was soon over. I learned a lot from that trip and am looking forward to going back some day. I said goodbye to Mishi, and my family headed on its way (with me included). When I got back home I was sad, but I have many great memories from Tanzania to hold onto.


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The number of ‘Awwwwwn, you look beautiful’ people say whenever you pass is not a measure of how good you look.
The headcount that rotates does not mean that you are beautifully dressed.

Many times, in trying to look good we end up looking like aliens. Humans from a totally different world. In trying to join the trend, to belong, sometimes we overdo it.

Many times when they compliment us on our ‘bad’ look, we accept with great happiness in our heart, our minds trying to bust like popcorn on how good we look.

Humans can be very deceitful. Though you might look funny, no one will like to say it out. No one will want to be the mouthpiece to tell you, ‘ooh, the trouser is too loose or ‘your hair will be better if you bring it down’ or ‘your face powder is rough’ or ‘your makeup is too much’ and the rest of them. They will rather tell you how they are tripping over your makeup or your ‘funny’ hairdo.

Only people who are close to you and a few other individuals might be able to tell you this.

Everyone one wants to look good. But keep in mind that looking good is serious business. Wear clothes that suit you, don’t wear clothes because you don’t want to be left out of the fashion trend.

Bear in mind that body structure and shape for humans differ. What suits Angelina may not be suitable for you and vice versa.

Wear the right clothes that suit you and heads will be turning for the right reasons. If you want to copy a new or trending style, make sure you look good on the ‘copied’ style.

Makeup is nice, super nice. And today’s makeup kit is boom! Cosmetics has evolved over the years from powder, eye pencil, lip gloss or lipstick to now include, foundation, concealer, amongst others. It really looks good on our ladies but the secret is not to apply it in excess. Like they say, an excess of everything is bad, really bad.

Just like clothes, different shades of makeup suit different persons. From the eyeshadow to the concealer and foundation, lipstick inclusive. Humans have different tone of skin color. Apply the makeup in line with your skin color.

Apply the shades that suit your body colour, not the ones you like. The colours you love might not be the right one for you. In fashion sometimes, it’s not about what we love rather what looks good on us, what shade suits our skin colour.

It will be odd for you to spend hours in front of the mirror, preparing for the day, only for people to give you the ‘what-kind-of-makeup-did-she-apply’ look because your face is fanta colour while your body is coke.

Your hair is another asset you consider in your fashion statement. Colour combination matters. That a pink hair looks awesome on Nicki Minaj doesn’t mean it will be good for someone with a dark skin colour. Find the colour(s) of attachment that really suits your skin and matches your eyes.
You will slay them when you step out.

And to the guys, the ones who love fashion, who love attention, the ones who love to dress so beautifully well that girls break their neck while straining to see them whenever they pass, here is a word for you.

Sometimes those girls laugh at you and not with you. The smile and giggle but once you are out of earshot, the burst into laughter. It’s good to join the trend but ensure you don’t look like an unhappy ghost while trying to make your fashion statement.

That Phyno’s hairstyle may not be ideal for you, considering the shape of your head, jaw or face. Try that one that will suit you and the girls will be flying after you like flies.

Everyone must not join the beards gang. Instead of you to look like a gorilla with the beards, go get a clean shave, it might do you some good. Beards are not a measure of good looks. Don’t burn your face with cosmetics believing it will make your beards sprout faster. A clean handsome face is still better any day than a ‘burnt’ bearded face.

Next time you want to: wear that cloth, make or cut that hairstyle, or apply that makeup, do check for the one that suits you. Don’t go about looking like someone’s worst nightmare.

Lest I forget, visit your mirror before leaving the house, telling you the truth is her hubby.
Remember, attention doesn’t mean you are looking good, it can be negative.
Go slay them!

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@ Modester Chinonyelum Alo

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The day of Ebuka’s trial dawned on a watered earth. It had rained heavily the previous night. At about three a.m Mama had come into his room and woke him gently.
“Mmmh.” He grumbled.
“Chibuike, wake up.” Mama hissed.
He opened his eye a crack. The rain was drumming loudly on the roof.
“Mama O gini?”
“Did you not hear this rain?”
“So?” Ebuka asked her; his voice groggy with sleep.
Mama brought the rechargeable lantern she was carrying closer to his face.
“What do you think it means? Mama asked him, ignoring his drowsiness. “Is it a bad sign?”
It was the fear in Mama’s eyes that did it. The sleep fled from Chibuike’s eyes. He got up immediately and held Mama’s shoulders. They felt gaunt. The aftermath of days spent worrying.
“Mama its just rain,” he said but he doubted his own words. Still, he had to be strong, for Mama.
“But why will it rain like this on the night before his trial?” Mama persisted. “It has not rained at all since this week. Then suddenly, gbim! rain. it is a bad omen, I tell you. bad omen.”
Buike forced a laugh he didn’t feel. “Mama Na wa for you o. You’re too superstitious.” But he had begun to wonder too. What if it was a bad omen? Barrister Okeke had called him aside, so that Mama would not hear, and told him the case was looking bad.
“Your brother could be hanged.” Barrister Okeke had told him.
Buike had smiled and told Mama: “Its okay, we’ll get him out.” He couldn’t afford to lose her too. Not yet.
“Chibuike I’m worried. And scared too.” Mama said, bringing him back to the present.
He scooped the girl in his arms and stroked her hair. Again. And again. And again. All the while whispering “Nnem, it’s okay. It will be okay.” Until she fell asleep.
The alarm woke Buike at six a.m in the morning. He had slept for one hour only. He looked over at Mama. She was still sleeping.
Let her sleep, he thought. She rarely does that these days.
Around eight o’clock when he dressed and ate and stepped outside the gate the bustle on the streets was just like every other day. Workers heading for their offices and shops. School children headed for schools. Owerri has woken up and people milled about everywhere each person quite unaware of what the other person might be feeling. It was like Chinwendu always said: A Machie Uwa Jioji O di ka o Magbuola Onwe ya.
How right she was. If any of the individuals hurrying to their workplaces were to stop and regard Buike in his expensive suit and shoes and his well-groomed hair, they will quickly conclude that he lacked nothing and wish to be him.
He shook his head. A machie uwa jioji.
It is normal sometimes for a trial to begin later than the scheduled time. A lawyer’s car might get caught up in traffic. Or it could be his lordship the judge who makes the apology for lateness. Today, however, the proceedings began exactly at eleven o’clock. The scheduled time. It was as though everyone agreed to get it over with as soon as possible.
Ebuka was sentenced to death. Before the pronouncement, the learned judge faced the court and gave a long sermon on the need to eradicate the bad eggs in the society.
“This young man.” The bespectacled judge wagged a fat finger at a lean and rough looking Ebuka cuffed to two unsmiling policemen, is a very rotten egg. And to think that he took the life of one of the most respected men in the state.”
The judge banged the gavel with a very loud thump that spoke of a very self-righteous anger burning within him.
Mama erupted into screams that plucked at the strings at the base of his stomach. He held her not daring to look at her face. She fought him as she accused him, “you said it was going to be okay.”
He stole one last look at Ebuka before the policemen led him away. He was staring wide-eyed at Buike. Buike looked away.
He didn’t cry. He couldn’t. His reservoir has long depleted from constant usage. He has heard it before under different titles. His mother had told him and Ebuka : avoid bad company. The pastor in the church they went to as little boys preferred to use the Bible to make his point. He read a passage to them – and all of the other children – evil communication corrupts good manners, he read. Even their grandmother had her own version. If you don’t cut off the finger that dipped into the oil pot, pretty soon the whole hand will be soiled.
Different people, same message – people are inherently and irrevocably bad and should be avoided. Buike didn’t agree. He reasoned in terms of causes and effects. And after Ebuka was sentenced to death. He understood that there is more to crimes than facts.
He decided he will ask the question most people don’t care to ask – WHY?
When his eggs become diseased, he will not just throw them away. He will ask two questions: Why did they go bad?
Is there a solution?
It was the day that Ebuka was sentenced that he formed the club.

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Written by Chimeremeze David Okafor

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