BURNING POT BY PRINCE CHARLES DICKSON

 

#bringingback the songs that predicted our current situation

 

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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 8yrs 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 favourite musicians sang we thought them mad yet time unravelled 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 maverick. 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

 

 

[Chorus]

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

 

 

[Chorus]

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 Saturday guber 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

 

[Chorus]

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.

with compliments

prince charles dickson

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