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" "Anyway, I distanced myself from him even further, minded my own business, and worked hard to write and get published. When I thought I was ready to present myself for promotion, I sent in my application, and copies of my work. He laughed at me and responded with a very denigrating memo in which he trivialized all my work, then he personally brought me a copy of his memo, and told me as he left that unless I did as he said, I should forget to ever be promoted.
Joy Ifeoma Nroli Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko ' (amụrụ 27 Ọgọst 1940) bụ onye Naijiria ethnomusicologist, onye na-eduzi egwu egwu, onye nkatọ egwu na soprano. Onye nkuzi egwu na Mahadum Lagos, o kwalitere ihe ngosi Bel canto na Nigeria iji kwalite mmasị na opera na ụdị abụ Ịtali. O meela ihe karịrị 50 solo ma ọ bụ otu egwu na Nigeria na mba ole na ole. N'afọ 1968, o bipụtara akwụkwọ Cinema e Africa for Aracne editrice, otu nke gbasara ndị Africa na Cinema.
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One time, he told me that I should know that the right hand should wash the left hand for peace to reign. I reminded him that when I returned from Michigan to Nigeria to do my field work, I almost jeopardized my field work because he insisted that I must travel with his choir to Ghana and to different state of Nigeria. I pleaded with him to allow me some time to develop my own credits so that I can be promoted. He told me that he decided who got promoted or not, and that it did not depend on how much credit I can accumulate, but on how well I serve him. My God! I could not reason with the man.
As soon as I returned to Nigeria, I lifted the whole classification section of my dissertation and published it with Nigeria Magazine. I wanted my colleagues to see what I discovered. Of course, it did not go down too well with Laz. He quickly told me that Nigeria Magazine was not a scholarly magazine. The same year, African Music Magazine discovered my article, and requested and published it.
I left the embassy in shock and determined to follow the Ambassador’s advice. Luck was on my side. It was 1977, and FESTAC was just winding down, when the US embassy in Lagos offered a number of exchange visitor scholarships to some Nigeria artistes, and I was one of them. I took the opportunity of my visit to the US to apply and audition for schools.