The guttural sounds of the spirits of Lagos gush out of Fela, Abami Eda, the Weird One. My senses threaten to implode from the torrent gushing out the eaves of Fela's motor mouth. Alagbon Close. I am the son of my ancestors dressed in the other's blue suit. I am dancing, dancing, dancing, in my head as Amebo my iPhone shivers with delight. Listen to those drunken horns strutting high attitude. Fela is perched deep in the orchestra pit of the dispossessed, taunting privileged thieves. Hear the horns honking at thieves, mooning bastards:"Now listen now! Now listen now! I dey do my part, I be human being like you like you! I dey sing I dey dance, without me you nor go happy at all at all. Now listen!"
Enjoy the rest of my Oriki to Di Baba here
- Ikhide
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