Saturday, 25 July 2015

Empire...about darkness...and light

Dear Africa,

 The difference between a proper story and a story properly told is not much. Amongst other things, I believe it lies in the fact while the latter has all the form and structure, the latter has all the fun and soul.



When I saw Season 1 of Empire, the American television series which debuted on fox in January this year, I knew I had struck gold. Basically, it's about music and the interesting incidents that cling to business of music and the lives of its officials. It's about family and the variety that God himself has bound together. It's about womanhood and the bittersweet forces that accompany her. It's about motherhood and the price, pain and priorities that burden that special space. It's about money, wealth, and the resources that can snatch the lives and happiness of those it should save. It 's  about power, jealousy, paranoia, sexuality, love, betrayal. It's about dreaming big and going all the way to make it happen. It's about faith and the simple events that test her. It's about darkness yet in some sensual way, it's about light.

Wikipedia says:

Lucious Lyon (Terrence Howard), a former drug dealer now turned hip hop mogul and CEO of Empire Entertainment, learns he has ALS. His life begins to cave in around him after his past sins come back to haunt him following his diagnosis. Lucious, looking to groom one of his three sons (Andre Lyon (Trai Byers), Jamal Lyon (Jussie Smollett), and Hakeem Lyon (Bryshere Y. Gray)) to take over the family business, pits them against each other.[8] Empire also stars Taraji P. Henson as Lucious' ex-wife Cookie Lyon, the mother of his three sons who somehow is released from prison.



To think that Season 1 ended in a blast. Season 2, much anticipated, will hit us in September 2015. If there is any proper story being properly told, it is Empire.







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