Scheduling
an interview with Pete Edochie seems like an assignment of a lifetime.
There have been stories about him being a no-nonsense man, and someone who had
been wary of journalists since he was kidnapped a few years back. Even his
movie roles as a wicked ritualist, Igwe or strict father did not help matters
either.
He
did not pick his phone the first time, but when he eventually did, one had a
momentary fear of rejection, which had been the lot of many before
now.
“Good
afternoon sir. My name is Joan from the Saturday Tribune. We haven’t heard from
you in a while; we have missed your movies and your proverbs, and I would like
to schedule an interview with you.”
He
seemed to pull back a little and I felt ‘Well, if he says no, too bad.’ But he
laughed softly and said, “Joan, your name is pronounced ‘J-o-n-e’ not
‘Jo-anne’; why have you decided to spoil your name? When I was younger, I
trained in the British Broadcasting Corporation. You dared not pronounce names
that way.”