ALKALI AMANA'S BOARD: EVENT REVIEW OF THE ROYAL TALENT HUNT!!

ROYAL TALENT HUNT: A REVIEW

Over the past few weeks, I experienced the furred thrill of seating to the entertainment of a competition which has proven to be grand stage for competitors.

The theme was 'REVOLUTION'. It was the first day of the Royal Talent Hunt and the blazing lights showing their sight about to illuminate the contestants on stage as some them awaited eviction set the moment. Of more than ten of them, but definitely not more than sixteen, a measure of three were evicted, and that set the tone for the pressure that was to follow each succeeding event of this somewhat torrid affair.

Every year, each new academic session, the stage is always set, to allow for an open competition for the next talented winner to emerge on a glorious platform of epiphany and symphony. Nothing moreso brings to life the event than the stage, colored in blue, red, green, indigo, yellow, all of them hazy and prepared, announcing for a performance. This year, it was quite no different but for the circumstances.

Flurry enough, this was my first romance with this event after some much time in the environment, and I must say it built quite a fever within me until the latter stage when I eased in. I didn't go with the intent to write a review I must confess, but after the whole thing, I felt a need to give some assessment even in my vaguest recollections to applaud and criticize. Therefore, a description would fit to allow you gain vision into the arena.


- Day one was lit. Eager faces. Anxious contestants. A beautiful anchor. Tense judges. Drawn audience. High anticipation. Near perfect lighting. Beautiful background. Quality sound, technical and media production. Nick instrumentalists (a pianist on point and a crazy drummer I must commend).
And when it all began, the anticipation was worth It as the talent in each contestant surfaced. Artistes (budding, but in their right at that moment) along with dancers, two actors (each an individual, one an actress) and a drummer. It's somewhat chalking when compared with the past years. Some say the past year had people in more categories, but of course, the talents registered here were the ones that came.
So, cheers, applause and sometimes boos followed each performance but nothing held the moments than the comments of the judges - sometimes a rebuke (a contestant hit flat notes and another lacked confidence), at other times a representation of satisfaction but an urge for more, and at some other times there was the effeminate nature of praise showered (the dancer got this one).


- And day two. It brought with it a continuous sense of elation as we all sat on our seats waiting to be thrilled, and some contestants did not fail. A wild card policy was instituted as novelty, and one of tbe contestants, the male actor, who had been evicted in the previous round was called back. (one thing before we continue here. A contestant Olufemi James was evicted on that day. Why? You may ask. I never actually mentioned it but the competition was only for freshers and our friend here was in his second year).
To continue, drummer boy impressed. The dancers (Jeremiah Ajagwu and Gabriel 3d, each an individual) did well. The artistes, except for two who were adjudged to have mixed their lyrics and hit flat notes, were commendable. The actors were below party, and at the end of the day I wondered how the one who had been reinstated through the wild card policy made it to the semis, and even though I beg to differ, his performance saw him through. That was all about the second day, with two anchors and five judges, great setup from the technical and media crew, beautiful support by the instrumentalists.


- Day three was the
semis, and I could crush the whole day on the female anchor - Excellent outfit, Great heels, Vintage Montana.
The semis took on a new light, intense, fervid and engaging. Almost everyone of the contestants had their best act on. The disappointing actor nailed it with Nathaniel Bassey's "Someone's knocking at the door". The artistes strained, one Travis Greene's "Made a Way", except for Tijani Loveth who killed whatever hopes we had for a great ending through the middle when she hit what I know not to desert a beautiful beginning. And drummer boy, he was on point, but slight. Of the dancers, only Jeremiah rocked the audience to excitement (Gabriel 3d was nowhere to be found, so we lost his verve for that day).
On eviction for that day, I have my reservations, but none more to be voiced other than for the drummer boy. Drummer boy should not have been kicked out, I protest. His performance beat that of four others on that stage, and I would like to know on which meter he was judged. An artiste and the female actor were evicted - merited. However, I must say apart from the eviction of the drummer boy, up until that point, we had had a smooth running affair.
Jafar, he is dope. A blown out spoken word artiste I respect. His words were silk, and even when he seemed to hang, words bailed him out. He was called on to the hunger of the audience for a guest performance.


- Day four, and final, where all the six contestants left were to blow our minds away, but as much as I should say, disappointingly, all the winning performances were left behind in the semis. There was nothing new, and if there was, it was pale new.
But there was a light. To shun all dourness, the contestants had become aware of themselves, an underlying intention evoked from the depth of all their performances until then. And when the affair started, the tension had its bearing on their calmness and strike, but honestly, there was nothing to describe that had not been done before. No winning performance, no extraordinary performance, but for Tijani Loveth's "Fill me up" by Tasha Cobbs, and the dancer's frigid performance - when compared with the semis, which could be counted as near there.
I must commend the committee for giving us some verve with guest performances and a dance show at the time the judges retreated to grade the contestants for a winner. On the whole, the committee tried. There was minimal sound, technical or media fault. There was great energy and high preparations, excellent commitment, great team. And above all, I must commend the Royal Campus Fellowship for providing such platform for talents to flourish. The greatest achievement of this program to me was not the excitement nor the awards, but the awareness raised within each contestant that they carried something genuine. It helps here to say that better can still be done in the next edition, which I am looking forward to in earnest. A better arrangement, and the judges should be more meticulous in their practice and scrutiny, especially when it comes to the eviction process #drummer_boy.

For the verdict, the actor from the wild card policy, Francis Samson, lost out. Gladys Ejiga, an artiste, lost out, especially when given her performance for the night which was poor. Another of tbe artistes, a girl, lost out too.
Three were left. The guy with the Travis Greene songs came second runner up. Tijani Loveth came first runner up. And ultimately, Jeremiah, our verve dancer, took home the Grand Prize which was a scholarship of thirty thousand Naira (#30,000).

And so, the revolution was complete.

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