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Rachel had been called reserved all her life. Quiet, calm and shy. Introvert to the core. Brilliant student, always at the top of her class. Everyone thought she was just brought up to be the way she was. But she carried a burden that nobody knew about. Wherever she went, she carried a smile. Hidden of painful emotions. Rachel's pain was deep and profound, but she had never been able to express it.  Growing up, she felt like she had to work harder than everyone else to earn the approval of her family. Her parents had high expectations for her, and she felt like she was constantly striving to meet those expectations, but never quite measuring up. Despite her efforts, Rachel never felt like she belonged. She didn’t have many friends, and the ones she did have seemed to use her for their own purposes. She tried to please them, but it never seemed to be enough. This left her feeling lonely and isolated, with no one to turn to. One day, Rachel’s carefully constructed façade crumbled. Sh...

Stage Voice : Good evening Favour : Good evening Stage Voice : I’m from stage voice, can we meet you Favour : My name is Ajiteru Favour Oluwasegun.  Stage Voice : Nice to meet you Favour. Can you tell us how the department has been for you? Favour : ... Well... Nice, challenging and sometimes stressful but in a way the fun part is there Stage Voice : Okay .. And what is your best part of the theatre?? Favour : Facing my fears, acknowledging my talent, meet people that impacted rightly into my music career Stage Voice : Hmm.. So you sing, can you tell more about your music career? Favour : Yea I do…Well my stage Name is Afrokid. My style of music is one which talks a lot about me I would say my lifestyle…And I would say I don’t have a genre buh mostly I sing Afrosoul. Making Melodies and writing lyrics down is what have been doing for long. And it's a part of me I can’t hide.  Stage Voice : Hmmm.. So tell me, how do you get to merge rehearsals, classes and music together? F...

Stage Voice: I am Stage Voice, can I get to know you? Opeyemi : I'm Opeyemi. Stage Voice : How has been your experience in Dramatic Arts?  Opeyemi : My experience so far in Dramatic Arts has been nostalgic. Somedays I wish I'm not even in that department and some days I'm happy to be in drama. Stage Voice : That is life: sometimes we are happy and sometimes we are not. Sp what is major and do you mind sharing why do choose i Opeyemi : I am a technical major and i chose it because i have to pick a major before i graduate. And acting is not my thing parse. Stage Voice : Interesting, Can you pls share some light on what Technical entails? Opeyemi : Technical major entails scenic design, lighting etc...You've to make sure you have a detailed knowledge of any play before you design the set. Stage Voice : Thanks for the concise explanation, what is  your best experience in Dramatic Arts?  Opeyemi : Initiation I guess. Stage Voice : What made it your best experience, Do you m...