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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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Lyrics: The Search (Radio), by Jesse Jagz, with Jumar and DuGod

From the Royal Niger Company album, aka Jagz Nation Volume Two, 2014
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(Chorus - ALL)
Late at night when my pen gon' bleed
I look around what a friend gon' need
A friend with weed is a friend in deed
We pick those sticks and we blend those seeds
I dial up, spend more G's,
inhale then we bend those knees.
Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze.
Please won't you let a nigga blow these trees?

(1 - JESSE)
She ain't even need to speak
her desire spoke
She living out spinning round
like tyre spokes
And through the fire and smoke
she dry and broke
And you could see through her eyes
the entire scope.
Uh.
Happened the very minute she woke
She got the feeling she broke
and now she's looking for bro's.
Hoes.
She wants a nigga that grows
to make her wiggle her toes
and make her feel like a rose.

Now she's looking for the finer blokes
who wire notes
for her designer cloaks
and take notes, nigga, no Made in China coats -
She go coast to coast in steamliner boats.
Coast.
She said life's a joke:
we all live rich but she still die broke
from the poor to the low to the all-high Pope
and I quote the Highness and spoke:
let your mind elope
and light a pipe o' smoke
mix drinks with egg yolks
and get soaked.
And she said:
can you teach me to cope?
The pearls from the oldest oaks -
flows are dope.
And: nope,
I ain't got the antidote
and I quote
we're all just here to find hope
Dope.  Quote with the undernote:
The pearls from the oldest oak
flows are dope.
Uh. Yeah.

(Hook 1: JUMAR)
Uuhh, yeahh, was it this you're looking for?
Uhhh, yeahh, this is what this shit is for.
And when I fall into the sky
I know this old G's goin' ride to this
Life is a dream but the streets don't sleep
This is what the fuck it should be
This's what the fuck it should beee
This's what the fuck it should beee.

(2 - DUGOD)
Chei. Um. Ah.
Yeah.  Money on your mind
Get your cheddah right.
Crossing borderlines,
we're all searching for a better life.
Forced to battle heavyweights
even though we're featherlight
Black Gees
want to trap cheese
though they never bite.
Uh.
Li'l players ball hard for tall broads
even the score boards against all odds,
you know we've seen this before dawg,
we're small gods.
Like a wizard,
I'm from a place you niggas call Oz.
My life's a movie.
The star and I act alike
Imagination set alight like a satellite.
Executing dreams
still watching out for parasites.
Yet I set my sights on visions of paradise.
And the queen of the city -
my black-brown Nefertiti.
She let my pretty fingers
wrap round perfect titties
my Miss is pretty,
she flowing like the Mississippi,
she a Gee,
so we bang-bang,
no chitty-chitty.

(Hook 2: DUGOD)
Right where I'm supposed to be
Destiny stands close to me
Some live like kings
and so should we
rolling trees, socially.
We're rolling this Colombian gold.
Holy bliss for your body and soul.
On the road to where nobody gets cold.
Lock and load everybody let's gooo.

(Hook 1: JUMAR)
Uuhh, yeahh, was it this you're looking for?
(Dugod - Right where I'm supposed to be,
Destiny stands close to me)
Uhhh, yeahh, this is what this shit is for.
And when I fall into the sky
I know this old G's goin' ride to this
Life is a dream but the streets don't sleep
This is what the fuck it should be
This's what the fuck it should beee
This's what the fuck it should beee.

(3 - JESSE)
Chei.
Now tell me what it is you're looking for -
is it something spiritual or something physical?
Something you can see yourself in immaterial?
What?  You're not rocking with the imperial?
Uh?
Baby stare into a mirror yeah
Is there something making you feel so inferior?
And let me change, rearrange, your interior.
Whah? You're not rocking with the superior?
And are you
looking for something in your previous life,
Baby, beneath the hype?
Uh.
Are you trying to make your features right?
Trying to reach the heights,
or, looking for love like a preacher's wife?
Uhn.
Come on, Baby, look inside you.
Come on, real nigga read a book beside you.
Stop being idle.
and calculate what I divide through.
It's multiplied by two what I'll supply you.
Come on, Baby, let the vibe through
and let this be your weapon; be your Bible.
and be your rifle if any try to ride you,
it will guide you.
Are you tired of being lied to?
Life: are you steady trying to fly through?
Are you tired of being so muthafuckin' tribal?
Are you looking for some take-you-to-the-sky blue?
Tired of the new, are you looking for the vinyl?

(Chorus: ALL)
Late at night when my pen gon' bleed
I look around what a friend gon' need
A friend with weed is a friend in deed
We pick those sticks and we blend those seeds
I dial up, spend more G's,
inhale then we bend those knees,
Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze.
Please won't you let a nigga blow these trees?

(Hook 2: DUGOD)
Right where I'm supposed to be
Destiny stands close to me
Some live like kings
and so should we
rolling trees, socially.
We're rolling this Colombian gold.
holy bliss for your body and soul.
on the road to where nobody gets cold.
lock and load everybody let's gooo.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Kendrick Lamar album review

Did white people watch Roots?  8-Mile?  They need to watch this.  To Pimp A Butterfly is (the one-word review) Operatic. 

It's Netrebko and Domingo, the best orchestra, 10,000 hours times a thousand tearducts, dancers and costumes, coming at you all at once it seems...You don't even speak Roman so why are you crying...want to be born again. 
Kendrick is a vessel - humble like a spring - his water is not his.
Never minding that, in the moment, you would do anything he says, while you search the screen half-expecting the symphony to pimp up in colours of Compton, courtesy of some little studio co-production, roll credits.  Episode 11: How Much A Dollar Cost?  Episode 13: The blacker the berry...

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