Tuesday, June 22, 2021

    #Bringingback The Songs That Predicted Our Current Situation By Prince Charles Dickson

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    Babatunde Akinsolahttps://naija247news.com
    Babatunde Akinsola is aNaija247news' Southwest editor. He's based in Lagos and writes on the Yoruba Nation political issues, news and investigative reports
    By Prince Charles Dickson

    I love my relationship with my bed…no commitment. We just sleep together every night. I wake up and leave it, and back at night again—No commitment! PCD

    The world cup fever is everywhere, so much in the last few days more prayers have been said for the Nation’s soccer team than the Chibok girls, infact, there was an attack on the eve of the Nigerian match against Bosnia: It was barely reported.

    Very few people are even bothered or concerned with the President’s fact-finding committee’s report. And its content.

    I pondered on several immediate happenings–Nigeria won the Bosnian match, and after 8 yrs hiatus Ayo Fayose is back in the driving seat in Ekiti state. The two occurrences to the Muslim, it is destiny, and to the Christian answered prayers.

    So, what did I do, I brought out the vinyl plate, it was as fresh as yesterday, and the artiste was Fela.

    In those days when some of our favorite musicians sang we thought them mad yet time unraveled itself and showed that they were far more perceptive than everyone else.

    What is a prophet? John lived in the wilderness and ate locusts, Hosea married a prostitute to illustrate the relationship between Israel and God. Ezekiel wrote some scary stuff which some say was about aliens. I think it’s safe to say prophets are madmen.

    Fela Kuti (born Olufela Olusegun Oludotun Ransome-Kuti;15 October 1938 – 2 August 1997) also known as Fela Anikulapo Kuti or simply Fela ([feˈlæ]), was a Nigerian multi-instrumentalist, musician, composer, pioneer of the Afrobeat music genre, human rights activist, and political Prince-Charles-Dicksonmaverick. He was a prophet…

    Born into an upper-middle-class family. His mother, Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti, was a feminist activist in the anti-colonial movement; his father, Reverend Israel Oludotun Ransome-Kuti, a Protestant minister and school principal, was the first president of the Nigeria Union of Teachers.

    His brothers, both late, Beko Ransome-Kuti and Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, both medical doctors, are well known.

    Fela was a first cousin to the Nigerian writer and Nobel laureate Wole Soyinka, the first African to win a Nobel Prize for Literature.

    Sent to London in 1958 to study medicine but decided to study music instead at the Trinity College of Music. While there, he formed the band Koola Lobitos, playing a fusion of jazz and highlife.

    His songs were mostly sung in Nigerian pidgin English, although he also performed a few songs in the Yoruba language. Fela’s main instruments were the saxophone and the keyboards, but he also played the trumpet, electric guitar, and took the occasional drum solo. Fela refused to perform songs again after he had already recorded them, which also hindered his popularity outside Africa.

    He was a candid supporter of human rights, and many of his songs are direct attacks against dictatorships, specifically the militaristic governments of Nigeria in the 1970s and 1980s. He was also a social commentator, and he criticized his fellow Africans (especially the upper class) for betraying traditional African culture.

    I have taken the pain to draw the picture of this imperfect man, but a prophet who like many in his generation had foreseen the decay. The likes of Tai, Achebe, Maitama and a few of old…reading the lines on Fela, one could not help ask where are Nigeria’s principled men and women off course.

    As I pondered, I listened to – Shuffering and Shmiling

    Suffer, suffer for world
    Enjoy for Heaven
    Christians go dey yab
    “In Spiritum Heavinus”
    Muslims go dey call
    “Allahu Akbar”

    Open you eye everywhere
    Archbishop na miliki
    Pope na enjoyment
    Imam na gbaladun

    Archbishop dey enjoy
    Pope self dey enjoy
    Imam self dey enjoy
    My brother wetin you say?
    My brother wetin you say?

    My sister wetin you go hear?
    My sister wetin you go hear?

    Archbishop dey for London
    Pope dey for Rome
    Imam dey for Mecca
    Archbishop dey for London
    Pope dey for Rome
    Imam dey for Mecca

    This is what happens to we Africans every day
    Now wetin I want tell you now
    Na secret o
    Na confidential matter
    Don’t tell anybody outside
    Na between me and you
    Now listen

    As I dey say before
    E dey happen to all of us every day
    We Africans all over the world
    Now listen

    Suffering and smiling!

    Every day my people dey inside bus
    Every day my people dey inside bus
    Forty-nine sitting, ninety-nine standing
    Them go pack themselves in like sardine
    Them dey faint, them dey wake like cock
    Them go reach house, water no dey
    Them go reach bed, power no dey
    Them go reach road, go-slow go come
    Them go reach road, police go slap
    Them go reach road, army go whip
    Them go look pocket, money no dey
    Them go reach work, query ready

    Every day na the same thing
    Every day na the same thing
    Every day na the same thing
    Every day na the same thing

    I tried to compare this weighty lines to today’s lyrics, the jargons we listen and dance to, how today’s songs and artiste are simply a reflection of a decaying society.

    In the words of Kabiru Danladi, sharing a friend’s observation: “no one understands the psychology of Nigerian masses like the PDP. If they want to ‘win’ an election they know how to do it. Our circle of poverty, lamentations, stupidity will go on forever. I have lost hope with any meaningful change in Nigeria. We don’t have any problem, all these shouting we do on social media, in our places of work, in worship centres, inside commercial buses, at the market was a lie. We deserve Govs like Nyako, Babangida Aliyu, we deserve Diezanni, Madam Aviation, Bode George, Alam. Nigeria, we deserve to be cheated, we deserve to have bad roads, we deserve our polytechnics to be closed for 14 months, we deserve our PHCN. I wish I can just face MY own problems and ignore any other thing.”

    I have come to a sad conclusion, the dudes called Nigerians do not have issues, we are hard of hearing, all the noise of opposition party is what it is–Noise!

    Jaafar S Jaafar captures it in–Ekiti Election: ‘Matters aRICEsing’. “From what I heard from credible sources in Ekiti last night, I believe PDP’s Ayo Fayose won the Saturdayguber election fair-and-square. When people cry for change, nothing will change the voting pattern against their will. It has happened in Kano in 1983, 2003 and 2011. If people want change, rice (which both APC and PDP shared to Ekiti voters) cannot change their mind. Congrats Ayodele Fayose!

    Back to the record that was playing on the turntable I nodded my head–as unknown soldier was playing, with Chibok, Ekiti, and super eagles on my mind.

    Them go dabaru everything
    Them go turn green into white
    Them go turn red into blue
    Water dey go, water dey come
    Them go turn electric to candle

    Government magic

    Government bring instruments of magic
    Them bring inquiry
    Them bring two men
    One soldier, one Justice
    The name of Justice: Mr. Justice Agwu Anya
    The other Justice: Mr. Justice Dosunmu

    Them start magic
    Them seize my house wey them don burn
    Them seize my land
    Them drive all the people wey live in area
    Two thousand citizens
    Them make them all homeless now
    Them start magic
    Them bring flame, them bring hat
    Them conjure, them bring rabbit
    Them bring egg, them bring smoke
    Them dey scream, them dey fall
    Them conjure, spirit catch them
    Them dey fall, them dey scream
    Them dey shout
    Them dey, them dey say

    Unknown soldier!
    Na him do am.
    My beloved Nigerians, the circle has not come full, we are still D-banjing, Terry-Ging, but Fela said it, all this Jonathan is the problem, APC is worse, Lai vs Labaran, all na “Wait make I commot my dress”, Na shakara. We call am shakara oloje.

    Are we ready to change abi na Shakara--only time will tell.

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