Dec 27, 2008

THE CRY I CRY NOW, IS NOTHING BUT PEACE IN MY HEART

I have seen misery flying like bullet in the air,
cause sticking on fox like hard core spit;
I also see LAPA LAPA on their inhabitants
forehead like the forbidding fruit,
Yet they want to wage their tong in public
and yan jackass. I laugh UNA.
Men how I laugh at their folly.
Seeing that not even one of them is
just in their verdict.
We are at the prime of our triumph.
The peak of our glorious holy.
Today is his birthday, not even one of his kin
celebrate with him, not EVEN one.
What is it to hold in him when no one is there.
love is not shown; comfort is not giving to him
when he needed them!

What did they do? They turn their back
on him and negate him in this
fierce cold all alone to die with his baby joy. BABY JOY.
Even as we trail on deferent path,
we all still have one course in common,
a common subject that one day we will
be into his limbo, counting our deeds
and make a testimony of our unwonderful life.
THE CRY I CRY NOW, IS NOTHING BUT PEACE IN MY HEART

Dec 26, 2008

Imagination

IMAGINATION
A Dance of fierceness that circulate within the boundaries of Afro-Caribbean and Africanization.. the piece is a weapon that bound voice of many youth and those who sick the liberation of African continent..

In the solo dance piece, “IMAGINATION” Etagweyo Vincent Onokurte a young radiant contemporary choreographer explores through the realm of his body language and gesticulation of his philosophy ideology of racism and conflict. Ironically imagination evolves from the pang from the society and most of the fraction between tribal wars and religious genocide. Over time African humanitarian artilleries (AFA) have been going round from community to community about these issue of tribal genocide, but each time the society is engage in a solution, a sudden destruction emerge. This is political anarchy the society experience day in day out.
It flows like virus beneath the society, slowly eating up people. Then, the prime of one soul to survive inside these hood is not justify.
MUSIC
The music is viable weapon. The instrument depicts the struggles of each stages human lives. Some are in constant influence of the power that falls on hand. Ignorantly using these medium as a point of contact to harm others. Take life and commit whatever crime they want. While for some is the revise of changing the worng deeds. They use these gift to help and change both them self and the society around them.
I have used three music to reach out my feelings of how i feel and to educate people, most especially the youth of today. Two African music and a western dialog (poem) (United Kingdom) the first is a singer named DESS REE. She is so inspiring. When I first listen to music I knew immediately that this song will fit into my creation. I didn't hesitate to grab her track for my work. The second artiste is from Benin Republic. he is a noble chanter-man whose music and voice roar as a weapon and cut arose regions and communities around the African continent. His instrument depicts the how to cultivate traditional and moral intelligence. The third is from Nigeria. A soul traditional musician. A prince whose ideas and intuition of music of life is historical. He uses the context of today's situation. Especially the youths to expresses his own kind of music. His words are rebel in positive minds. Positive thinking. Helping one to know and understand the background of African culture.

CHAIR

The chair is another method of which I used to execute my own ideology and the philosophical mentality of the pang around me. I feel the chair is a weapon of talking about the ills in the society. The wrong deeds that is happening to our people in the southern part of Nigeria. So many people where killed because of the raw material and wealth. Today delta state Nigeriais not a conducive environment for tourist to visit. Youths over there now are frustrated, thus; it leads the youth into violation. The North, is another killing and crisis going on. People are killed in the name of SHARIA law. And so on in Africa. thiese shows how Arfican leaders are tutoring people, children of oyung age fighting in combats with one another.

These is what things I believe. “Even if they refuse to listen to us, true justice will prevail and liberty and harmony will dwel in Africa once again". They can't turn there ear forever. The truth will always be seen”.
Ironically the chair as a symbol of power and destruction, I also place this as a point of contact with every human being. If we look deep inside our heart, we realize that we are not so pure the way we think.

WHITE WRAPPER
A symbol of peace and unity within the lives of humanity and animals. Every species that breaths and walk on the surface of the earth. I use the wrapper as a way to convey an idea, to experiment in deferent methods and ways to able to show how the mind or the second sense of a humans heart is. In every pure heart there is a spot that is not pure or just. That is to say; it comes a time when a mans heart conceive hatred towards somebody. Consciously or unconsciously the mind on its own conceive these syndrome.

CONTEXT OF THE MOVEMENT

The movement are based on true stories, both my life history and situations around me. Body gestures, words, smiling, screaming, people standing, bus driver and it passengers, market square, the conflict, wars and e.t.c. Each time I see things around it makes me to reflect on something that has happened before or some times I will just visualize stuff ahead. Some people say we artist think ahead of every human. I think that is true , because we see things in a deferent way and react to them in an artistic manner.
The movement which I did in the piece were abstract and mixture of Africa traditional dances which are the influence I have cultivated while working on the piece. Each movement has it manner of approach, each steps has it's own sequence and rhythm, each gesture has it own funny ways or clownish way that depicts animals or situations around. And each time the movement changes the feelings change too. These gives the piece a deferent idea,mood and meaning.

Part of which I'm revolting is to bring people together both old and young alike and lets fight against these scourge. The piece as it is, is a tool of manifesting the goal of liberty withing humanity and the existence of life.

Dec 23, 2008

Dead and the living Dead....

Dead and the living Dead....

I have been in the path where life becomes a thread
that bond my soul and coven me like a child
trying to sprout from her mother's womb....

my life become complex and vale,
clouded with imaginations of the realm,
which makes me think;
it is better to be a dead person than being alive
in this cold world, this world of trails and tribulations.
This world of the LEAVING DEAD....

I sometimes see him in my dream,
wearing a white garment, his face I can't see
but I can tell who he is.
this makes me wonder what it feels
like to be there all alone in somewhere you
who knows if they eat, or drink
or go to party the way we do on earth.
I wonder if they a free liberty.

But I don't stop thinking or dreaming
of these signs and which always keeps
my imagination awake all the time.
I feel they are as free as we can imagine
it is a realm of simplicity, a space where souls loom
and feel free to become what they were not
been able to be on earth.

I don't know if what I'm writing makes sense or in any way communicate to you reading it. But one thing I an certain of the truth “IT” possess. The forces that flows with these breathings( spirits). I sometimes imagine things ahead of myself, which makes me feel concern of wanting to know and share ideas and communicate with people in more detail with these kind ideology.
The world we leaved in today is affected by so many forces around, millions of thousands of them supernatural or the spirits looming around us which of course we cannot see nor touch them, but sometimes we tend to feel their presence around, or dreaming about someone who is close to you, or having visions and sights of these nature. It becomes a question we all need to ask ourself what is it like to be in that zone. For one living in these vibration on earth.

I used to remember him when he was still alive. How he looks like, how he goes about doing his traditional work (herbalist curring people). Things he does when he was alive, and then he will say, “kitchen eyeri ogbe gwevhe”. Which means; “a kitchen doesn't fit two people”. Then we use to joke with him with these words, little do we know that this man was trying to tell us something, something that is very important to him. Not until he passed away and I can still see him sometimes, at times when my memory is drawn to his side. I remember those words he use to say. How he treats other people and he never seems to treat himself. How he was so concern about other people's well being; why didn't he do the same for himself? I want to challenge these thought, but then, you let some things go and for some to stay.
Then I see this life as a poetry, a dance, cos the world is all writing in lines, movements, forms, rhythms and collection of thoughts, imaginations, feelings, agony, victory and so many words you want to think of. When I heard the news that he is dead, at first I was not shock about it, cos I feel It some kind of maybe illusion or day dream, but I'd never felt the impart of loosing someone before who is so dearly to the heart. I remember seeing him laying on the bed that morning before I left the house and it was that same spot on the bed I found him when I came back to the house. He looks like he is in a deep sleep and doesn't want anyone to disturb him. His face was so gentle, his arms where cold, his body were stiff, he couldn't move any inch. Tears drip from my eyes, the feelings of lost burn inside my heart like fire. All I wish for him is to get up and say those words he use to say to us once again. Then I will know he is sleeping. But he was just there, not moving his body or making any sound. The whole house was silent, peaceful that is the only word I can use in describing the situation at that moment. My mother was very devastated, she couldn't eat for days, my brother and little sister where so shocked when there heard the news, our compound was so calm as if a terrorist had attacked us over night. The whole scenario was isolated.
I remember sleeping with him the night he was taking to the mortuary. Both of us laying side to side in the same house because nobody wants to stay with him through the night so I offer myself to stay. I couldn't sleep but looking at him, he was facing the celling with his eyes closed, he was very calm and innocent like a new born child. That night I have that same dream; he was on a white suite, standing on a corner glancing afar, then I try to make contact with him, but he restrain from me. I could see that he was looking at a party across the road, he then move behind a very tall building and then vanish to the air. Maybe he is still there looking at us or he wants us to see him on his white suite. Which in real life he never had one. The week before he died, my sister cried that she saw he him with some strange people and they were walking somewhere, which she cannot describe in detail. But I know that this was not a good sign.
When we was young, we use to think that whenever we don't see someone for a while, cos they use to tell us that they've gone to somewhere far, so with our own initiative we just assume that person has travel to visit his/her families and relatives in the village. Not until we grew up to understand that there is two type of leaving. One is the type we are now which is THE LEAVING DEAD. Those of us who is still breathing, those of us who is still wearing cloths, those of us who is still in constant influence of change and conscious of the world around us. The second leaving is the DEAD. Those who are no more in this world, those who never seems to accomplish their mission on earth before they depart, those who do not see the next daylight, those who died in accident and those who where murdered.
We leave in a world of DEAD and the LEAVING DEAD which of course many will want to use their cunning ways to demolish others because of self greed. When I see my step DAD passed away, I fully understood what he meant when he said: (kitchen eyeri ogbe gwevhe) a kitchen doesn't fit two people”. The world is like a market place you come in to trade and then when you are done in your trading you will quietly leave for the next person to trade her in own life adventure.
I said early on that life is like a poetry, its lines, its writings, its rhythms, its synchronization, everything has it own meaning, every word that is written by the author has reasons why he wrote them. The creator knows before he creates us into this world, he knows that we will one day depart this world and reunite with him again in His beautiful house which He has reserves for us. But I tell you, some of the dead are still roaming around us, looking for where to rest their soul in peace.
But this is life, this is what it hold for us. This the path the maker has set for each one of us to tread, a path of reality of deferent species, a path to decide which course you are in, a path of truth, a path of human cruelties, a path of liberation in the race of racism, a path of black and white, green and blue, yellow and pink. A path of DEAD and the LEAVING DEAD........

Dec 18, 2008

Collection of AGONY

who ever is born into this world has a right
he has a plight
he has to fight
he has to know his purpose on earth
he has to create his path
before death.

before death.

Yet, she raise and conquer tribulation,
she over come obstacles ,
she over come obstacles......


she over come obstacles......


the race is hard i tell you my brethren,
but you have to chose your side with wisdom.
Tears is better than laughter,
death is better than living.
cos when he bites, your world is paralyzed
before your eyes.....


pain makes me strong,
surrow makes me wild and fierce,
apartheid has made me a blank being
firece and brutal to my brother?
not hesitating to show my fist?
i killed for selfish peace.......
A COLLECTION OF PEACE.....

A COLLECTION OF AGONY....

Dec 16, 2008

Fela Anikulapo-Kuti

Born in Abeokuta on 15th October 1938 as Olufela, Olusegun, Oludotun Ransome-Kuti, he was to be known by one name only: Fela."My father was very strict, I thought he was wicked. He kicked my ass so many times. It was tough in school under our father. That's how he understood life should be, cause he read the Bible: 'Spare the rod and spoil the child.' My mother, she was wicked too. She kicked my ass so much man -- systematic ass kicking. [But] on the whole, they were beautiful parents, they taught me heavy things. They made me see life in perspective. I think if they had not brought me up with these experiences, I do not think I would have been what I am today. So the upbringing was not negative."

By the age of eight, he began playing the piano and organ. He became his schools pianist, playing at morning assemblies. As a young teen, he played in a band called Cool Cats. His rebellious side was also beginning to emerge: at age sixteen he formed a club called 'The Planless Society', with just seven members, its sole aim was to violate all school rules. Fela also edited the journal of the club; 'The Planless Times Publication'. This was swiftly banned by the school authorities.

His political side was equally being nurtured by his activist mother Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti. She was a key figure in the nationalist struggle and took Fela to political rallies. When Fela was 18, she introduced him to Kwame Nkrumah, Fela has since said that the experience 'changed his life'.

In 1958, at the age of nineteen, Fela went to Britain to further his education. He studied Classical Music at the Trinity College of Music, concentrating on wood wind instruments. He also formed a jazz band with his best friend Jimo Kombi Braimah (J.K), called Koola Lobitos.

By 1961, he had met and married his first wife Remi Taylor. By 1963, he was back in Nigeria working at the then Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation as a radio producer. This stint didn't last long, he chose to concentrate on his re-formed band Koola Lobitos. As 'highlife' was the 'in' sound at the time, Fela decided to play something completely different calling it 'highlife jazz'.

In 1967, he made a trip to Ghana to get more gigs and began to contemplate a complete turn around of his music. He settled on root African music, which he christened Afrobeat. He returned to Nigeria and established a club called Afrospot. With the Biafran war in full force he decided to leave the country again, this time to America. Fela has said of this time, "I wasn't politically minded at all. I made my comments as a citizen. I was just another musician, playing with Koola Lobitos and singing love songs, songs about rain, about people...what did I know?"



America in 1969 was at the peak of its Civil Rights movement. Fela met and fell in love with Sandra Smith (now Sandra Isidore), whom was to leave an indelible mark on him. She introduced him to the ideologies of the Black Panthers, the reform of the Civil Rights activists and gave him books written by Black radicals. Fela has said of this indoctrination, "Sandra gave me the education I wanted to know. She was the one who opened my eyes." "He was very important to many people," says Sandra Isadore. "Right now, I think about those people that he left behind. Those in the compound that he gave employment to. Those that he took in off the streets. Those that would not have had a place to stay or a job or a future had it not been for Fela. Fela was a very generous man. This is the man that I know. He gave opportunities to many. At the same time, he was like a common man. He was very simple. He didn't need a lot of flair. I know it sounds strange, but . . . when he came [to America], I said 'Fela, you're a star, I should hire a limousine.' He said, 'No. Can all my band members go in the limo?' If everybody couldn't go in the limousine, then he couldn't have it. He would not be separated. He didn't put himself above any of them or anyone." He lived more life in 58 years than most could in 116. "Fela will make no apologies for nothing," says Sandra. "He lived his life his way, the way he wanted to live it. It can definitely be said he had a full life. He twisted his shoes his way, nobody told him what to do. I fought with him on many occasions. It was not easy dealing with Fela Anikulapo Kuti. From the very beginning it was a fight, but it was fun. It's the end of an era for me."


Fela also composed what he called 'his first African hit song' titled, 'My Lady Frustration', under a new band name; Nigeria 70. This was well received by American audiences.

It is best to listen to Fela himself as he describes the process of his transformation after one evening of argument. Says Fela: "... I must have said something because she said, `Fela, don't say that. Africans taught the white man. Look, the Africans have history", I said, `They don't have... No history man. We are slaves'. She got up and brought me a book. She said I should read it". "Sandra gave me the education I wanted to know. She is the one who spoke to me about Africa. For the first time I heard things I'd never heard before about Africa". Thus, the genesis of the myth. The new knowledge that Fela acquired, he would try henceforth to translate it into the medium of his music. He would set a whole generation ablaze. And because such fires of enlightenment held dangerous implications for those, outside and within, who would rather keep Africa enslaved, singing senseless hossanhas, Fela had turned himself unwittingly into a marked man. "I came back home with the intent to change the whole system. I didn't know I was going to have... such horrors! I didn't know they gonna give me such opposition because of my new Africanism. How could I have known? As soon as I got back home, I started to preach.... and my music did start changing according to how I experienced the life and culture of my people". The first task then, after the lessons of Sandra had sunk in, was to find a new and appropriate mode of music to express his new understanding. Clearly the imitations of jazz and highlife of the Koola Lobitos had become inadequate, and so had the usual soporific lyrics of pop music. The now enlightened musician sought around for a new source of inspiration. James Brown, Victor Olaiya had become turned, in the new dispensation, to obsolete gods. Fela searched for something more ancient and yet more modern, closer to Africa and more authentic. He was later to find a model at last in the music of Ambrose Campbell, that that genius who has influenced more than a generation of African musicians.

Keyed up with all his new ideas, he returned to Nigeria. By 1971, he had changed the name of his band from Nigeria 70 to Africa 70, and his night club from Afrospot to the Shrine. His music equally reflected the change surging through his mental state of mind. He at last had his first National hit record with 'Jeun Koku' (Eat and Die), with the new direction of his music. Fela also wrote (he paid for the space) for the Daily Times, a column titled 'Chief Priest Says'. Here, he blatantly composed vitriolic speeches against the Nigerian government. This laid a firm foundation for future clashes between the two.

That was the beginning of his trouble with the authorities. In Nigeria, power has always been, since Independence at least, in the hands of a certain elite, made up of men who got their wealth through being the local agents of white companies. Fela's message, that we should stop serving the whites, that we should develop our own black resources instead, was a direct threat to this ruling class. His message, that we should turn away from the colonial religions, because they had been and were still the instruments of enslaving our minds, turned the numerous Christians and Muslims against him. His message finally, that men should be free, and that uninhibited sex was a natural and joyful expression of that freedom, frightened parents, teachers and priests. Fela had come to challenge the system in short, and the system has always had its police ready to crush such challenges. With unprecedented savagery, the ruling class launched its forces against the rebels of the Shrine.

The year 1975, saw the change of his 'slave' name from Ransome to Anikulapo ( meaning 'one who has death in his pocket'). Of the numerous altercations Fela has had with the Nigerian government, 18th February 1977 will forever remain a milestone in his life. His family house, called Kalakuta Republic was besieged by Nigerian soldiers. The house was consequently set on fire. The damage ensued cannot be quantified, however, valuable possessions; like a tape of his forthcoming film 'Black President' perished. Dozens sustained malleable injuries. His 78 year-old mother whom was thrown out of a window, died months later as a result. Fela himself ended up with a cracked skull, amongst other injuries which affected his capabilities on the trumpet and saxophone. He never recovered financially either. He also served time in jail for his role of 'safe guarding his person and property'. This incident led to the now very famous songs 'Unknown Soldier' and 'Sorrow, Tears & Blood', released in 1977 and 1979 respectively.

In 1978, in a total act of defiance against moral and social issues, Fela married 27 women in one traditional ceremony. This event was televised around the nation. Two days prior, which was to be the original ceremony, his long-standing lawyer Tunji Braithwaite, denounced the union(s) just minutes before it was to take place in front of the nations press and reporters. Many years later, in 1986, When Fela later divorced his wives, he explained that "I do not believe any more in the marriage institution. The marriage institution for the progress of the mind is evil. I learned that from prison. Why do people marry? Is it to be together? Is it to have children? People marry because they are jealous. People marry because they are possessive. People marry because they are selfish. All this comes to the very ugly fact that people want to own and control other people's bodies. I think the mind of human beings should develop to the point where that jealous feelings should be completely eradicated."

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"Oooooooooooooooooh", recalls Fela. "I was beaten by police! So much... How can a human being stand so much beating with club

and not die?"


The irony of it was in fact that the attack, brutal as it was, was to prove the mildest compared with future assaults. The Shrine would be repeatedly raided, the members of the Africa 70 jailed, brutalized and maimed, but the place would go on irresponsibly, even changing its name to Kalakuta Republic, until that fateful day in 1977 when the military junta in Lagos sent a thousand soldiers to raze it down. The details of that savage day are too known and too frightful to bear repeating here. But the spirit of the Shrine did not die. In so brutally and repeatedly subjecting Fela to persecution, the authorities helped to raise his name to the level of myth. They used so much force and savagery that their victims came to be celebrated as martyrs. And the military found that, though they had power to crush bones and burn houses, they could not even dent the indomitable spirit of Fela and his followers. And it was a memorable expression of that defiance and indomitable courage that on September 10, 1979, the day before Obasanjo handed power over to the civilians, Fela and his people defied all the guards to lay the coffin of his mother right on the doorstep of Dodan Barracks, as a statement of the ultimate futility of state power over the liberty of the human mind.

In 1979, Fela formed the aptly titled Movement of the People (M.O.P) political party. His slogans of campaign were tantamount to his maverick life style. His bid for presidency was without success, as his party was disqualified from the elections. This is also the year, Fela proceeded to deride the then head of state; Olusegun Obasanjo, by presenting him with his late mothers coffin. This dire straits was detailed in his hit song 'Coffin for Head of State'.

The Nigerian government, perhaps exasperated by the sole antics of Fela, had previously nominated him as a member of the Police Public relations committee. In 1981, Fela scorned this nomination by removing the berets of two police traffic wardens. Suffice to say, he was once again arrested and detained for his actions. Fela also changed the name of his band from Africa 70 to Egypt 80.

On leaving the country for a tour of America in 1984, Fela was arrested at Murtala Mohammed International Airport, for failing to declare the sum of £1,600. He was found guilty of currency trafficking and sentenced to a term of ten years imprisonment. He was released after serving 20 months, by the Chief of General Staff; Commodore Ebitu Ukiwe, whom saw Fela's conviction as a 'disgrace to the Federal Government!' Fela himself said of the incident,"...the authorities didn't want us to go to the US to play, but I never expected them to do anything as low as this."

Now a free man once again. He toured America, introducing his music to a new generation. He performed at a Amnesty International benefit in New Jersey, alongside the likes of U2 and Peter Gabriel. Thus, the Mayor of Berkeley, California named 14 November 1986 'Fela Kuti Day'. On returning to Nigeria, he released, amongst others, the diatribe 'Teacher don't teach me nonsense' and 'I go shout plenty' anti-apartheid albums - a direct attack on the Botha, Reagan and Thatcher leadership(s).

As to Pan-Africanism, Fela often espoused its tenets. "That is the only way the Africans can benefit from their environment," he said in 1986. "The way Africa is cut up now and the way the individual African governments behave in Africa is negative to progress. This is why we see the unified Africa as the ultimate. Because Africa is not unified, that is why South Africa can operate [in apartheid]."

Over the following years Fela continued to lock horns with whichever government was in power. In 1993, he was arrested and charged with murder over the death of one his 'boys' at the Shrine. He was later exonerated of any wrong doing after serving several months in jail. in 1996, two unknown gunmen opened fire on his residential home. Fela was unhurt but six people sustained serious gunshot wounds.

The year 1997 marked the beginning of the end: Fela played his last public paying show on 7th March at the Muson Center. By April, he was again in the clutches of the police. Yet another raid on the shrine culminated in Fela being detained for possession of and trafficking in drugs. He was paraded on national television in hand and foot shackles. Major General Musa Bamaiyi claimed Fela was being detained mainly for rehabilitation purposes, so Fela can be 'weaned off a drug he has been addicted to over the years'

By the time he was released two weeks later, his lawyer Femi Falana had filed a 10million Naira law suit against National Drug Law Enforcement Agency. Fela's shrine had been occupied by the NDLEA. In mid-July, Fela collapsed at his home and was rushed to hospital. Towards the end of the month, speculation had reached fever pitch over his health. A national newspaper announced his death - this prompted Dr. Beko Ransome-Kuti to issue a press release, on the 24th July to quell such rumors; "He is responding to treatment", he announced.

Fela's view of death and fear itself were among his defining characteristics. He told biographer Carlos Moore in This Bitch Of A Life: "Death doesn't worry me man. When my mother died it was because she finished her time on earth. I know that when I die I'll see her again, so how can I fear death? . . . So what is this motherfucking world about? . . . I believe there is a plan . . . I believe there is no accident in our lives. What I am experiencing today completely vindicates the African religions. . . I will do my part . . . then I'll just go, man. . .Just go!"

On the 2nd August 1997, at 5:30pm approximately, Olufela Anikulapo-Kuti died from heart failure arising from complications of the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. As Fela had said; "when you think you die, you're not dead. Its a transition." - With his faithful Nigerian Green Grass accompanying him on his journey, he may well be in transition, smoking away, looking and just laughing

To the Pan-African world, Fela was a towering figure who arguably combined elements of pure artistry, political perseverance, and a mystic, spiritual consciousness in a way that no other individual ever has. Musically, he achieved a level comparable to Miles Davis, James Brown, Thelonius Monk, and Bob Marley. At times, he was a Peter Tosh or a Sun Ra, yet more. Politically, he subscribed to the point of view of Marcus Garvey, Kwame Nkrumah, Malcolm X, and Kwame Ture. Spiritually, less is known about Fela, except that his spiritual vision grew from the African tradition and his belief in the sublime power of musicians.

Dec 14, 2008

T.H

these are some of the things we face in our world we call HOME!