Monday, May 11, 2015

Brymo's Lines

Person wey dey take time, e go fit make time ...
Omo o, s'e ti gbo ohun mo so, ofo l'aye o, ofo l'aye o, ofo l'aye o, ofo.

I like to eat my cake and have it.
I sexed my girl, she liked it.

Ijapa o ni'bi t'o nlo...
Ko gba'gidi.  O ro bii A, B, D.
Eni a yin'ni, aa yin'ni.  Eni o ni yin'ni, ko ni yin'ni...

The poor man wants his space / The rich man wants the place ...
Everyone gets to die.

And those are just the subtle ones. 
There are many more,
like the chorus from the Yoruba 'Ara mbe ti mo fe da.  K'araye ma pa kadara da, o nbe, o mbe!' that always has me jumping. 
'Prick no get shoulder' which is of course, well, yeah, you could check your prick, no shoulder, right? 
http://lifelib.blogspot.com/2014/03/my-latest-pastime-is-laptopera.html
The Son of a Kapenta;
click on the images always :)

The whole Se B'Otimo song (Ijapa o nibi to nlo...) is pure gold, and to be honest the entire MDS album.
Son of A Kapenta is his first 'popular' album (but really his second album, he says), and it's great but not mindblowing at first, the talents - songwriting, singing, storytelling - are a little smoothed out, then in my case getting used to his music in later albums made that first album shine more brightly. 
http://lifelib.blogspot.com/2014/10/midnight-playlist-sweetest-albums.html
Tracklist: Merchants, Dealers, and Slaves
Everybody says Tabula Rasa is a wonderful album, which it is, it's amazing, but Merchants, Dealers, and Slaves is beyond!  O guitar.  O voice.  O that sick transition from track 1 to track 2.  O wisdom, in English and Yoruba, in comedy and tragedy.  O that voice - owo owo owo owo o, on Money (I dey think about money...if Adenuga come go broke).  O how pure this album is - very light on production, very perfect.  
http://lifelib.blogspot.com/2015/02/valentines-day-tekiti-easy.html
Tabula Rasa (the Gift)
The last Brymo concert, I asked my parents out to see it.  (Nice! Lucky to have parents, you know.)  I told them he was kind of a modern-day Jimi Solanke storyteller-singer.  It was a cosy 'unplugged' session plus a keyboardist, guitarist, and conga drummer.

Another post, some other day, on how incredible it felt to be at Jazzhole learning the meaning of everything then dancing a bit, digging his weird arm-pumping dance that he does while singing, and his little life story that tells and shines; he does great with serenades and love (Good morning omoge, tell me how d'you do, or this beauty: Se o le se'be Pound kan, ayanfe mi gan gan, ... mo ni'fe re ni gan an) but I'm not joking when I say in one evening - in one minute - I learned the meaning of it all, of life, of 'energy', Jesus and Mohammed.  But I'm not telling you.

Mum loved the outing and everything.  Dad liked the music, he loves Brymo's most popular music, he loves a lot of stuff (Yaaay, daddy is 60 - so fast!) but what we found at the end of the evening - dad had chosen to believe that the guy on stage was some dude doing covers of other great people's songs because no way that simple young boy in jeans wrote Ara, sang Oleku, wrote the nice love songs and the deep sage songs.  I gave dad the look, like, yeah, like I'd bring you to see some counterfeit joint, man ;)  I'm becoming my father hehehe.  I remember his Fela days and vinyl record days (Dolly Parton, but otherwise mostly black people with afros and stuff) and the disco tape I inherited from him in Primary Six (oh joy!) 

Since we're on the topic of Brymo, what's your favourite Asa album? 

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Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Forget!

It's not easy to live abroad.
Yeah, it's sort of not easy to live 'at home' either but...
 
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Area.

Discovery Channel should feature Oregun-area rats abeg!
They are majestic.
This one here has maybe a 12-inch tail, its nose flattens dramatically as it sniffs about, it's big and rotund like a Disney/Pixar rat.  And don't get me started on the lineage.  Blue Blood; descended from a long line of Olusosun Rubbish-dump negus (n-e-g-u-s.)
That's the outdoor scenery.  Inside, these wall geckos...they're living well, making babies.  The best thing is how happy they are when they're hunting and eating - their joy so infectious! 
I keep wanting to do a phototour or walking-guide of this town.  Tucked away somewhere between the Lagos State government buildings of Alausa and the old commercial districts of Allen Avenue and Ikeja GRA, the town has all this unpretentious food, pretty views, and diverse entertainment.  It's known for the industrial estate and a lot of other industries, especially the faith industries (wink;) - the headquarters of Pastor Chris Oyakhilome's Christ Embassy, Pastor Chris Okotie's Household of God, Pastor Sam Adeyemi's Daystar Christian Center are each within ten-minutes, walking, of the others.  I've visited all these.  Household of God has a gorgeous, almost Victorian yet over-the-top, frilly, beautifully lit interior.  Divine music.  High entertainment value.  Sorry that I visit churches for entertainment.  You really should see these places.

One day a friend took me to this marble edifice, Lord knows how many floors, that is some sort of religious center too, on some hidden street.  There's a Mountain of Fire or two, and I guess all the usual church brands.  I'm Catholic, and one Ash Wednesday, I went to the local Catholic Church.  There's a Daystar offshoot - forgot the name - that grew very fast and then maybe stalled or moved; had the couples and matchmaking and career development and drive-for-success and all that stuff Nigerians like in their Sunday morning entertainment.
I remember when I lived next to the Mountain of Fire and Miracles' Yaba Headquarters.  O wow.  They prayed without ceasing, like the Bible says to do.  First in the morning, last at night, for the fruit of the womb, for promotion, for annihilation of the enemy, by fire! 

I don't know of any major hotel on its streets, but many motels and potels.  One little place that sells decent rice is at Number 69 on the main street.  69 in black paint on the yellow and orange house. Inspiring, hard to forget.  Rooms upstairs I hear.  I don't know if they have girls on site or not.

I discovered a major theater company practically next door.
On Saturdays there are the famous event centers for weddings and owambe parties so lots of nice cars parked on the main road.  For those who can't afford such, the schools serve as event centers.  You can hear the MCs calling on the old people to dance to these young-people tunes.  The kids screaming, having the time of their lives.
The straight-from-village people - and by this I really mean, buses full of villagers in brightly-coloured 'aso-ebi' uniform-wear come into town to leave the same day - feeling funky, following the same wedding format as island babes from Devonshire and Herefordshire, complete with 'catch the bouquet' , the music - Beyonce: All You Single Ladies / Put a ring on it.  It all cracks me up.
Radio and press and magazines, media and advertising- 234next.com / NEXT News used to be right down the street.  Lots of stuff I don't know but maybe will find out.  

Back to food: I know a half dozen suya and so-called barbecue spots, some I wouldn't touch because my tummy, I don't know if that stuff's safe.  The other day I saw my favourite suya guy who'd been gone for a year or more.  I can't explain how likeable this dude always was.  Apparently he's now been hired at this place (pounded yam / finger yam spot) where the suya guy died last year during Lagos' ebola scare, not of ebola, but that tale scared me from eating suya/bbq there for a while.  I mean, they said he just dropped dead or something strange. 
http://realbubbler.blogspot.com/2015/04/have-gig-tell-world-bored-ask.html
I'm hoping the idea of developing multiple 'areas' and their cultures and businesses takes hold in Lagos.  It can't be all about overpriced Victoria Island, right?  That's why I did up this events calendar.  Maybe folks will use it. 

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Somebody outside just farted.  A soulful uninhibited fart.  It's the cleaning lady.  Let me go say hi.

Wednesday, April 01, 2015

GOD!

After the elections in which General Muhammadu Buhari and the All Progressives Congress defeated the incumbent Goodluck Jonathan and the People's Democratic Party of Nigeria, one of the reasons that some youngsters rejoice is that this upset shows that the power belongs to the people.

So I laugh, because of course the power belongs to the people - that is what democracy means - and maybe it took some people all these years to notice.

In a December 2010 post, Le progr├Ęs, c'est chic at lifelib's sister blog UpNaira, I wrote: "Civil society is awakening; citizens stage the occasional protest, only to find that their voices DO count."

That is, as at December 2010, it was already clear (if surprising) to many Nigerian people that the power was in their hands.  Their delight at this 'grand discovery' was perhaps understandable, after the trauma of military 'rule' - Abacha died only in 1998.
Still, sad to find human beings rejoicing in 2010 at simple freedoms: omg look i marched on the government and did not die, or in 2015 saying ohmygodunbelievable i voted out the ruling party.  We pray that more and more people and nations can experience this.

Anyway, progressively Nigeria became more democratic since 1999 -
from General Obasanjo who had to be a cross between a strong man and a liberalizing leader and played his role exceptionally well,
through Umaru Musa Yar'Adua (RIP) who they called go-slow but who again found more institutional-based ways and freedom-loving ways to solve some knotty issues,
to the much beloved GEJ (don't worry if you're too angry with him now, it will come to pass that you will remember him with more respect and appreciation) Goodluck Jonathan administration where some more political baggage was thrown out in favour of development, and some more strongmanism was thrown out in favour of institution-building.

This is my attempt to amend our understanding of history.
My friends, when you write "Now they know it is the will of the people that will always prevail", sorry, this is not a new discovery.  Still, go tell it on the mountain, so that those who don't already know will know.
If more people are today finding out that they are God and God is them, then I guess, wonderful. We are the government. Voting is only one small part of our duty as the government.  WE have the power to fuck everything up.  Absorb that.  Process that.

But
we are Nigerians, we are special, intelligent, and wonderful, so we will not mess up, instead, we will build something beautiful. insha'Allah, in Jesus' name, by the grace of God. AAAMIN.

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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Feeling negative, feeling annoyed

Thinking about
lies and the lying liars who tell them.
Remembering this
if you can't join them, beat them :)
http://girltalkhq.com/fitch-please-how-a-blogger-took-on-abercrombie-fitch/
'True' lies and the flock mindset are exactly why I don't need to be around people so much.  Ugh, so illogical.  So unoriginal.  I'm out; I feel better already.

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