If you’ve been asking, Who is behind Camp Art? This is everything you need to know about the originator of Camp Art, “…a one week live-in camp for children of a stipulated age group to partake, have fun and still learn the rudiments of the theatre.”A project that has got the endorsements of Eddie Iroh, former Managing Editor of The Guardian Newspaper, former Director General of Federal Radio Corporation of Nigeria (FRCN); and Dele Momodu, the Publisher of Ovation Magazine.
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I was born in Port Harcourt to Mr.&Mrs. Nelson Adeyeye. My dad died quite early and my mum took on both roles for a while. I am the first of three children and I love my family dearly.
Growing up was really adventurous for me not just as a girl but as a writer. I learnt to become the woman I am today from all the experiences gathered. I would say I grew faster and I felt more than my peers at the time. Trying to blend all of that together is what my childhood was like.
I have a degree in Theatre Arts from the University of Benin, Edo State, Nigeria.
What would you have studied aside theatre art?
Law. My mum wanted me to study law but destiny had other plans.
Challenges in your professional life
Well, basically, I think being under priced is top most. In this profession, people want quality jobs but are not willing to pay for it. They want you to deliver a good production but will not invest their time or money to see that it happens. How will you get the best doctor or lawyer without paying for their service?
We are professionals with needs too. We have bills to pay and “free shows” won’t solve that. That said, a theatre will not be a theatre without its audience.
|L-R: Nigeria’s actor, Desmond Elliot; and Camp Art creator, Sandra Adeyeye|
Theatre patrons need to do more. Spread the word around; about the shows you’ve seen; about the upcoming shows. Take your date to see a play. Teach your children the theatre culture.
These are the challenges we face as professionals. The Nigerian theatre is evolving. The society needs to evolve with it.
My inspiration comes from above.
God is the source of my creativity and passion yet, there are a few people that their lives and works inspire me daily… and are worthy of my mention. Ossa Earliece, Pastor and Mrs. John Biggs, Mr. Jerry Adesewo and the Arojah family. I add a thing or two to my wealth of experience whenever I encounter these people.
Love and marriage
They will come at the right time. That’s all I would like to say about this.
[laughs]. Soon he will be revealed.
I am a blunt and happy person. I play a lot and sometimes tend to look unserious, but I don’t joke with my work. I love God, but I am not religious.
Most embarrassing moment
[laughs] oh dear. I remember one time I was invited to a friend’s church. I wore this tight dress that I had just sewn. Before we got to the church, the slit had torn so much that I couldn’t stand up from my seat without tying his waist coat to cover my bottom. It was really embarrassing.
I’m a simple person. I love to be comfortable. And I love moderation. If you combine that, you’ll get my style.
My dream… that’s huge but, let’s try to simplify. I dream that one day, the Nigerian theatre will have its own audience just like the cinemas and other relaxation centres.
What’s your genre in story writing -romance, adventure, inspiration etc?
|Sandra during one of her stage performances in Abuja|
Well, I’ll call myself a Jackie of all trade, master of all. [laughs].
What’s the most memorable short story ever written by you?
Wow. For short stories, I would say compiling “Sandra’s Diary” has been very interesting; still working on making it a conventional publication though.
Share one of your memorable short stories with your fans.
Let’s take tour on one of Sandra’s short stories: SANDRA’S DIARY
I remember the story of the boy with the seeds of corn as I write this down.
He would always jog to the city’s biggest well every morning with a bag of corn from his father’s farm; this he dispatched to travelling strangers who passed by. Many of which he never again did meet.
He did it tirelessly and when asked how he kept up he would often say,
‘travellers always get hungry along the way and I like to see the smiles that cross their faces when they think I remembered to bring food for them’.
Many years after, the city was taken by an epidemic and his family was one of those affected. They could not afford the help needed. They had resigned to their fate when help suddenly came to them. The doctor could not stop chattering to everyone why he had insisted on helping the family.
‘this boy gave me a piece of corn and the broadest smile when I thought my world was ending after my only son died. He did not only give me food for my stomach, he gave me food for my soul’.
From his father’s little farm, a boy saved his family.
I remembered the story for I recently saw how much the return of my little seeds have enlarged my barn.
Therefore, in words do I immortalise my appreciation to all strangers I have met and will ever meet.