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The Short Film (To die for) is another one from Stephen Oshilaja Media Productions. It was made as an entry into the 48 hour Naija Film Challenge.

Shot on Location in Lagos, Nigeria. its a film about a fun loving girl who meets a guy who helps her decide what is worth dying or fighting for.

Starring: Christabel Egbujor as Alice Christabel Egbujor 2, Greg Igbayo as MikeGreg Igbayo 2

the film was shot on a Canon 600D and lensed mostly with Canon 50mm f1.8. The film was shot on a very low budget and also making use of whatever we could get free or owned.

To die for was shot and edited under 12 hours as we witnessed a lot of setbacks during the production which we did not allow to keep us from the goal set and deadline, and it made it to submission and top thirteen in the competition but did not earn any nomination for awards.

Julius Ephraim a talented young D.O.P shot the film and it was Written, Produced and Directed by Oshilaja Stephen.

Happy viewing.


Stephen Oshilaja Media Productions ends the year 2012 on a high note with the production and release of OJO IFE. Nickeh’s Debut video.

The song OJO IFE is a sad song bout love lost and love hoped for, it expresses the sadness the heart feels when Love  and Trust is betrayed.

We hope you enjoy the video.

The music business in most African countries is extremely fragmented, with lots of one-person record labels, no clearly structured distribution and A&R systems. And though the internet has made it easier than ever for emerging artists anywhere in the world to reach an audience, this doesn’t mean the path to fame and fortune is any more clearly laid out.

So you’ve written a bunch of songs and you keep getting complimented on your rapping skills. You’ve set up Reverbnation and Soundcloud accounts and strangers from all over the world have left mostly positive comments beneath that freestyle you posted on YouTube. That gave you such a buzz that you can already see yourself living the life of an artist, performing for thousands while raking in the dough. But no record companies have come calling yet and you’ve now been at it for a while. What next?

The fact is that most aspiring musicians never get beyond the stage of hobbyists, waiting for a record deal that will never come. Even supremely talented musicians who don’t know how the music business works can find themselves banging their heads against a brick wall of indifference until they meet someone who gives them a couple of tips that seem obvious only in retrospect. Some artists get past the first stage by attracting the attention of a label sometimes only to find themselves floundering, with no idea how to proceed. The gap between hobbyist or floundering newly-signed artist and musicians starting to make an actual living from music is partly to do with talent and musical ability, but it is also often a matter of attitude and unrealistic expectations.

I want to be famous
You’re not an artist!  A true artist makes art because they want to be creative. The art must come before anything else. Fame is an added bonus.

I want to make money and drive a nice car
Find another industry to go into.  The music business is a very hard industry to make money out of.  Don’t be misled by the American Hip Hop videos that show all the bling. There are hundreds of thousands of artists in the US who never get anywhere. You need to be prepared to struggle and ride a bicycle for a while.

I’ve made it when I get a record deal
When you get a record deal the real work starts. Too many people get signed and get dropped because they expect the label to do everything for them once they ink the deal. Signing to a label should be seen as a partnership and you need to take responsibility for your career as much as the label should.

I need a record deal
Not any more.  The industry has changed.  There are advantages to a record deal, the main ones being finance and marketing, but there are now a lot of DIY tools available to get your music out there. Don’t chase a record deal. Focus on building a fan base and the deals will come.

I’m an amazing rapper – but can you write a song?
Being a good MC doesn’t guarantee anything. The best rappers in the world got to where they are because they can write a good song.  Without good songs you’ll never make it. Focus on song-writing and try your tracks out live to assess the response. And a good song is not all about your lyrical dexterity, its about the hook and the melodies that your fans can sing along to.

I’ll make it if I copy the style of the biggest international stars
Don’t be a copycat. This is one of my biggest issues with African artists. As we try to shake the shackles of cultural colonisation, artists are still too often trying to emulate their Western counterparts. We have incredibly rich cultures in Africa, unique and dynamic. We have amazing stories and need to be proud of who we are.  Who wants to hear a rapper or singer from Africa that sounds like an American when there are millions of Americans who have better American accents than you.

Making a living as an artist will eventually be easier than working 9 – 5
Being an artist is a job like any other. If you think you can lay about playing video games and hanging in the studio all day then you are in for a surprise. It’s hard work! You have to run your career like a business. If you want the freedom that comes with being a successful artist in the future you need to put the hours in now and manage your career. Get out of bed early and NEVER be late for anything.

I need to be an international star
Forget the rest of the world. Every country has thousands of artists trying to make it. Focus on your own territory.  If you crack things on your home turf and the music is good enough, other countries will take note and listen.

I need to start making an income from this as soon as possible
Get a job! Don’t be a snob about it. Having a job takes pressure off making money from your art, which means you can be creative without that pressure. Earning money empowers you to make your own decisions and invest in your own creations.  Sure it’s tough to hold down a job while you’re trying to be an artist, but it’s tougher having no money for transport and not being able to survive.

Something’s wrong if I don’t get anywhere in 5 years
Make music for life. They say it takes 10 years to become an overnight success. Most artist you see who are making it have been at it a long time. You’ve got to have perseverance and patience. Oh yes and you need to have a JOB so you don’t suffer while your on your rise to stardom.
culled from wriiten by Trenton Birch


The newest sensation on the Nigerian music scene EVOKAYCEE drops another single. Titled Whatever Man. This track was inspired by Drake’s Forever.

In this track EVOKAYCEE tells a story about his challenges, obstacles and aspirations.

He stylishly weaves his vocals and lyrics in a well pleasing manner that evokes good feelings in the listeners.

please download at this link


Fast rising entertainer EVOKAYCEE has released his much awaited and anticipated music video for his hit single ISE ORIN.

The video and the audio were both released together by his music label Stephen Oshilaja Media Production. The label is set to begin shooting videos for his other songs as well, so stay tuned to this site for more information as more videos and singles are released.

Please also like his facebook page Evokaycee.

You can download the video and the single from these links for the video and mp3 file respectively.

also remember to share the links with your friends and contacts on various social media platforms.

You can also watch the embedded video on this site by clicking the VIDEOS TAB.

Photo art

After a long time away from my blogsite, doing so many things and just keeping busy. i found time to get back to my blog and i have decided to put up some of my latest photography works. please appreciate and comment on them! Thank you in advance!


Glory to God for his mercies and favor! I am grateful for the opportunity he gave me to study film making and production at SAE Institute, Cape Town, South Africa.

I want to use this opportunity to say a big thank you to all those who were instrumental to my being able to travel and study in South Africa. To my lovely younger sister Olushola Folahan and her husband i say a big thank you for your support and acts of kindness to me and my family. To Kenny Badmus my Big Brother and Benefactor in more than one way I say a big thank you, and to my Oga and also Benefactor in more than one way Elder Ademola Adeoye and his lovely wife i say a big thank you. To my Lovely and Beautiful wife Theresa Oshilaja thank you for allowing to embark on this destiny journey, thank you for your love and thank you for being there always through the good and the bad. Thank you too my parents Pastor Ben Oshilaja and Siblings, to my Pastors Tokunbo and Funmi johnson thank you for your prayers.

God bless you all.

if i didnt mention you God knows you and he will surely reward you for youe kindness in the open.

please enjoy UNDERDOG


STEVE JOBS 1955-2011

‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

In this world of where we will always have challenges and trouble, here is someone that has always at least to the best of my knowledge found a solution while some others create problems. Steve Jobs one of the very few men that i really admire passes on! Keep on living Steve because you really are not dead and will never die! you only shed the skin and you translated into a glorious body! Please read this transcript and STAY HUNGRY! STAY FOOLISH!

This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.



The Sun came up today 30th September, 2011 and warmed and brightened up my day despite the loneliness and the challenges of being in a new environment I decided to go sightseeing today after two weeks of being in Cape Town, South Africa, no thanks to the cold and often unpredictable weather.

Sometimes I can barely sleep at night or even walk on the streets because of the cold weather and I was rightly told the weather conditions at this time of the year are even better of, which made me to wonder what my fate would have been had I been around during the bad weather.

Having spent two weeks in Cape Town or CT, as I like to call it. I can’t help but notice how things are in order around here. The street lights work, traffic lights work and function according to specification and drivers always obey the traffic lights even in the absence of other cars, people or even when traffic is light.

One night during my first week, I was in the front of a truck with a friend we were driving off to a performance then we stopped at a traffic light after a while the lights motioned for our turn to go, to my surprise he was still waiting because of other cars that had the right of way.

Suddenly my Nigerian or I should say Lagosian instinct kicked in, and I told him “go now! You can go! Don’t wait” and he said, “no I cant do that, the other cars have the right of way”.

Feeling a bit embarrassed I kept quite and it dawn on me that these people have this lifestyle ingrained in them they cant even shake it off coupled with the risk of getting a fine because cameras around will take his picture as he commits the offense.

After two days or so in my first week of being here I started meeting other Nigerian students staying in the same hostel and studying in the same school with me. I heard stories of the exploits of our boys over here (read in between the lines here).

Cape Town Table Mountain

In my first week I also joined a band named “Afrimentz” (African Instruments). We had a performance last week at a church in one of the suburbs of CT, it was a great time in God’s presence and in the presence of his people, and it also afforded me the opportunity of experiencing church music in CT, and the next day we had a studio recording.

One song I recalled during the night was Jalo! Jalo! And another one in Afrikaans “Vran Fau Samaria” (hope the spelling is correct), I’m sorry when I get the song right I’ll post the lyrics or probably do a track or something.

So right now having downed a bowl of noodles, listening to music on my BB and sipping on a cup of coffee, I am writing this chronicle.

So I decided to go to the Sony Shop at the waterfront today after leaving school to find out if they could repair my Sony Camcorder, and oh my was I surprised by the sight I saw.

Were I given the chance to name Cape Town would call it High Town. On my left and right as I walked from the city centre to the water front were beautiful high rise buildings, if I have to compare CT to Lasgidi (Lagos) I would say Cape town is like Broad street on Steroids, magnified 20 times or probably more.

So, forward and onward I went to the waterfront and discovered that, that was another haven on its own. The beautiful scenery in front and behind, the people all over the place chilling, wining, dining and enjoying the scenery and the breeze from the waterfront was such a blast. The waterfront seemed to me like some sort of amusement park.

On getting to the Sony office I discovered to my dismay that they don’t make repairs but only make sales (I kinda thought that might be the out come) but, hey! This is CT’s beautiful water front, so i decided to sit-down take in the environment, look around and watch a display of acrobatics by a group of men, they were funny and interesting to watch and after the performance they asked for donations a young Caucasian tourist even joined them in their fun. Imagine getting paid for having fun (I’ve been there I know what I feels like).

So I used my BB cam to take some shots for you to see and to follow me on my experience.

Aside from the fun in CT, its so amusing that you will find people here who eat from the waste bins (I mean people in their right mind), in Lagos where I come from you only find stark raving mad people eating from waste bins, but its a different story here and it makes me to wonder about the contrasts in this environment.

Also on some nights on my way from school I would find people sleeping out in the cold, with no one to care for them and I wondered how they survived till the next morning in the cold I myself could not bear.


Two days ago there was power cut (an unusual occurrence here) and the City grinded to a halt an occurrence that immediately sent me back home with memories of PHCN (NEPA).

The story in Nigeria is that the show must go on. I can imagine homes and businesses switching to their power generating sets immediately there was a cut instead of business grinding to a halt here in CT.

I also found out that most people in CT smoke cigarette. I can’t really tell if its because of the cold weather, or if its just a life style. Plus you really gotta be careful crossing the road around here, they really drive fast, I almost got knocked down by a vehicle on two occasions (well not entirely their fault, I guess I wasn’t patient enough either) but they do drive really fast around here and come to think of it why wont they? They have good roads! I mean good roads! I don’t think I have seen a pothole in my entire walk around Cape Town. Kudos to the Mayor or Governor of Cape Town (This City works for you!)

So far I am enjoying my studies at SAE INSTITUTE, CAPE TOWN, the staff has been wonderful and hopefully I would be directing and shooting my first short movie so keep your fingers and toes crossed for a riveting experience.


I have only learnt one word in Afrikaans (poep-hol- stupid) since I came here, and I learnt it from my wonderful and caring friend Michele Postma whom I met on the plane on my flight to Johannesburg. Michele is an (elderly, well not so elderly white) South African with passion for her country and her people and I hope one day her high hopes for her country and her leadership will come to pass.

I gotta go peeps till I write again.

P.S. I’m studying Digital Film Production for those of you wondering what on earth I’m doing here in SA. Ciao!

More picture to come! Stay tuned!

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