One of the greatest sins in France, under the republican law is to talk openly about religion, especially Islam in a country that had undergo series of grievances from the hands of the Maghrebian arabs, who refused the oppression of the french "civilization mission". One might say that is a matter of history. Well my point of approach today has nothing to do with such argument.
Yusuf Ali published a book titled "The meaning of the Holy Qur'an", what amazes me about this book is how he tackles his argument out of religious context, he made me understand that a man's actual personal religion depends upon many things; His personal psychology, the background of his life, his hidden or repressed feelings, tendencies or history (which psychoanalysis tries to unravel), his hereditory dispositions and antipathies, and all subtle influences of his environment.
I tend to get so steamed up, over individuals who claims to be men of God or righteous preachers, who just wants a non-believer to "believe or die and go hell", i have had friends who seek my hands in helping them unravel this lifetime problem some has in truly discovering their genuine spirituality, due to all these elements stated above. At that moment, i try as much as possible to make it clear that, my task as a "Preacher" at that moment is
(1) To use any of these elements (stated above) which can subserve the higher ends.
(2) To purify such stereotypes, which has been misused or mishandled mostly by the western judgement.
(3) To introduce new ideas and modes of looking at things outside the myopic view points that has been.
(4) and to combat what is wrong and cannot be mended - all for the purpose of leading to the truth and gradually letting in spiritual light where there was darkness before.
Meanwhile if these is not done with discretion and skill of an individual who has -on his own- understood spirituality, not by the push or lure of an external force or material belonging. There may be not only a reaction of obstinacy, but an unseemly show of dishonor to the true God and His Truth, and doubt wll spread among this weaker brethren whose faith is shallow and infirm.
What happens to individuals in a collective nation like France. They think in their self obsession that thier own ideas are right. Allah in his infinte compassion bears with them, and has tasked those who have purer ideas of faith, not to vilify their neighbors, to help push away ignorance and folly, and urges the believer not to hide his light under a bushel, nor compromise with evil, or refuse to establish right living where he has the power to do so.
The obvious problem in this neighborhood is that my neighbors in their turn vilify the real truth and make matters even worse than before. its like the reverse is the case, it is you who speaks about religion that should be ashamed, you being a muslim should only exercise your religious acts in a cashe-cashe. you are seen as the ignorant one, still living in barbaric epoch with ideas of the first world war, and you being an African caps it all, it makes them go -oh we understand-
Yusuf Ali is an Indian scholar, who has lived in different parts of the world, especially in Europe, that gave him an intimate insight of how people view religion in a wider space of existence, and this was what attracted me so much about him, because i am living in Europe and reading his book was the best way i could explain what i feel everyday. In his words "if the unbelievers are merely obstinate, nothing will convince them. There is no story more full of miracles, than the story of Jesus. Yet in the same story we are told that Jesus said in Matt. 16:4; A wicked and adulterous generation keeps on seeking for a sign, but no sign will be given it, except the sign of Jo'nah"
Therefore there are signs given by Allah everyday, including contemporary times - but solely understood by those who believe. in my kind of neighborhood, where there is sheer obstinacy and ridicule of faith, the result will be that, such an unbeliever's heart will be hardened and his eyes will be sealed, so that he cannot even see the things visible to ordinary mortals. he gathers momentum in his descent towards ignorance. Allah's grace is always ready to help human weakness or ignorance, and to accept repentance and give forgiveness. But where the unbeliever is in perpetual rebellion, he will be given rope, and it will be his own fault if he wanders about distractedly, without any certain hope or refuge, he will have nothing to hold on to as spirituality.
Mar 29, 2008
The true face of islam
I am a Muslim.
And as a muslim who is aware of the stereotypes that has been inscribed to this religion of peace. I have decided to go on with my own way of islamic Jihad as thought by Prophet Mohammed (Peace Be Upon Him).
It is our right to clear ourselves (The Muslims) off this muddy image that has been influenced by politics and personal grievances between men haters vs blood lovers.
This video has just explained a bit of all you need to know about Islam and terrorism.
Terrorism, unjustified violence and killing of innocent people, whether muslims or non-muslims, are absolutely forbidden in Islam. Islam is a way of life that is meant to bring peace to a society, whether its people are muslims or not.
There is a thin line between TERROR and JUSTIFIED RESISTANCE
The word "Jihad" does not mean "holy war". instead, it means the inner struggle that one endures in trying to submit their will to the will of God. The Prophet (PBUH) said "One who kills a non Muslim citizen of the Muslim state will not even smell the fragrance of paradise"
Women are not oppresed in Islam, Any Muslim man that oppresed a woman whether muslim or not, is not following islam. Among the many teachings of prophet Mohammed (PBUH) that protected the rights and dignity of women is his saying, "the best among you are those who treats their wives well".
Islam grants women numerous rights in the home and in society. Among them are the right to earn money, to financial support, to an education, to an inheritance, to being treated kindly, to vote, to worship in a mosque... and many other.
After seeing this video, you can go on to see the concluding parts that ranges from Part 1 to 5.
May the peace and Blessings of Allah be with you for your visit.
Mar 28, 2008
Go tell it to the mountain
BONJOUR
Let the house rat hear this and go tell it to the bush rat, let the bush rat get the message and go tell it to the mountain...
I have the honor of writing this note, for a brief introduction of myself... it goes this way.
Lets say i'm Qudus Onikeku, a Nigerian choreographer and performer of international reputation, i currently enjoy a scholarship from the French government at the prestigious Ecole nationale superieur des arts du cirque. in France, i have toured over 27 countries across the globe ( no shakara intended!!!). So that's that
My principal purpose for writing this, is to bring your attention to a dance workshop i plan to put in place in Lagos during the month of April (7th- 12th April 2008), followed by a public presentation and a screening of a documentary film of (do we need cola cola to dance?) my recent project that was carried out last summer in 6 African countries (Nigeria, South Africa, Egypt, Mozambique, kenya and Cameroon).
it is my own little way of sharing with others and making things happen locally in the Dance scene.
PROGRAM
A week workshop that will take on an intensive trip on making dancers understand ways of becoming indispensable for the audience, how to move like tigers in silence, understanding the power of immobility on stage, their rapport with the earth, with the space and with the group, becoming immune and authoritatively demanding the presence and participation of the audience and understanding what it is that makes a performer emit flames and be on fire on stage.
BACKGROUND
What is contemporary dance? A question most Africans ask these days
... Contemporary dance is absolute nothing
What then is art?
... Art ... Art is... No - thing. and can be anything
There is a popular Yoruba proverb that says, "Eniyan nii mbe labe oro, ti oro fi ndun". Which could be possibly translate to “It is the man that exist in phantoms that make phantoms make sound”. It is however, the relationship between the cognizance of the creator and the subject matter, between desire and reality that makes a "master piece".
It is the being in our human that makes what we call art, or the several branding we give to dance worthwhile. whatever form of art we get involved in is only a material or rather a palpable representation of the playful or melancholic “self” of the creator. What we should lay emphasis on is the “self” who has a need and a strong urge to express him or herself.
Dance is a form of expression and it should remain so, if contemporary dance is now going out of its literal sense, then i'm not part of that, if its becoming a branding or commodity that is specific to a certain kind of movement or expression or people, then i wont be part of that hegemony.
DANCE AND IDENTITY
African dance scene is in a state of puerility, a state that needs a revival; call it Contemporary dance, tag it Contemporary-African dance or even Afro-fusion, Traditional dance or Modern dance, name it Hip Hop dance, Salsa dance, Dance Drama, Dance Theatre, Acrobatic dance or whatsoever, so far its location or destination is Africa and has been destined for the theatre space, for public consummation and being part of the wonderful world of creative dance, those branding is not the most essential, its not the nickname given to a baby that will determine his destiny, i think the audience cares less about what we call it.
I call it African dance, that already has complicated the whole affair, meanwhile, this branding of mine is not guided nor misguided by a particular culture, ethnic, religion nor by political or salt water boundary, it is a branding that is solely a matter of location and destination. Since Africa is situated in a particular point in the world map, in this manner, it becomes a mere geographical expression and the location i'm referring to is also in the same methodology, not determined by all these identifying elements i have stated above, the location is not somewhere situated outside the peripheries of the "conscious SELF", its three dimentional space might physically be anywhere in the world but its mind and conscious location is Africa, while its primary audience lies amongst these sects.
APPROACH
I have tagged this workshop “Collection of those things that burns in us”, this then becomes one of the few initiations that refuse to discriminate between the several forms of dance that already exist in contemporary Africa, our aim is not to romanticize a particular form of dance, but on the contrary to “de-individualize” and bring all these forms of body expressions, to a platform where they could be individually or collectively conscious and aware of those micro-organs that enhance our movements, searching for those peaceful barbaric moment where there is no capitalist, no despots, just forming a body without organs.
The French has found a better expression of making the characterization of dance obvious, je danse which mean “i dance”, has been systematically made obvious from je faire de la danse which literally translate to "i do dance", “i make dance”, the verb that exist in between “i” and “dance” has said it all. This initiation will however distinguish a mere dancer who “dances” from one who “make dance” for a living.
The projects is produced and partly funded by Yk Project in collaboration with Gongbeat Productions. with the support of the National theatre and French cultural center.
Thanks for taking time to learn about this initiation and hope to you at the national arts theatre for the public presentation on the 12th of April 2008
Let the house rat hear this and go tell it to the bush rat, let the bush rat get the message and go tell it to the mountain...
I have the honor of writing this note, for a brief introduction of myself... it goes this way.
Lets say i'm Qudus Onikeku, a Nigerian choreographer and performer of international reputation, i currently enjoy a scholarship from the French government at the prestigious Ecole nationale superieur des arts du cirque. in France, i have toured over 27 countries across the globe ( no shakara intended!!!). So that's that
My principal purpose for writing this, is to bring your attention to a dance workshop i plan to put in place in Lagos during the month of April (7th- 12th April 2008), followed by a public presentation and a screening of a documentary film of (do we need cola cola to dance?) my recent project that was carried out last summer in 6 African countries (Nigeria, South Africa, Egypt, Mozambique, kenya and Cameroon).
it is my own little way of sharing with others and making things happen locally in the Dance scene.
PROGRAM
A week workshop that will take on an intensive trip on making dancers understand ways of becoming indispensable for the audience, how to move like tigers in silence, understanding the power of immobility on stage, their rapport with the earth, with the space and with the group, becoming immune and authoritatively demanding the presence and participation of the audience and understanding what it is that makes a performer emit flames and be on fire on stage.
BACKGROUND
What is contemporary dance? A question most Africans ask these days
... Contemporary dance is absolute nothing
What then is art?
... Art ... Art is... No - thing. and can be anything
There is a popular Yoruba proverb that says, "Eniyan nii mbe labe oro, ti oro fi ndun". Which could be possibly translate to “It is the man that exist in phantoms that make phantoms make sound”. It is however, the relationship between the cognizance of the creator and the subject matter, between desire and reality that makes a "master piece".
It is the being in our human that makes what we call art, or the several branding we give to dance worthwhile. whatever form of art we get involved in is only a material or rather a palpable representation of the playful or melancholic “self” of the creator. What we should lay emphasis on is the “self” who has a need and a strong urge to express him or herself.
Dance is a form of expression and it should remain so, if contemporary dance is now going out of its literal sense, then i'm not part of that, if its becoming a branding or commodity that is specific to a certain kind of movement or expression or people, then i wont be part of that hegemony.
DANCE AND IDENTITY
African dance scene is in a state of puerility, a state that needs a revival; call it Contemporary dance, tag it Contemporary-African dance or even Afro-fusion, Traditional dance or Modern dance, name it Hip Hop dance, Salsa dance, Dance Drama, Dance Theatre, Acrobatic dance or whatsoever, so far its location or destination is Africa and has been destined for the theatre space, for public consummation and being part of the wonderful world of creative dance, those branding is not the most essential, its not the nickname given to a baby that will determine his destiny, i think the audience cares less about what we call it.
I call it African dance, that already has complicated the whole affair, meanwhile, this branding of mine is not guided nor misguided by a particular culture, ethnic, religion nor by political or salt water boundary, it is a branding that is solely a matter of location and destination. Since Africa is situated in a particular point in the world map, in this manner, it becomes a mere geographical expression and the location i'm referring to is also in the same methodology, not determined by all these identifying elements i have stated above, the location is not somewhere situated outside the peripheries of the "conscious SELF", its three dimentional space might physically be anywhere in the world but its mind and conscious location is Africa, while its primary audience lies amongst these sects.
APPROACH
I have tagged this workshop “Collection of those things that burns in us”, this then becomes one of the few initiations that refuse to discriminate between the several forms of dance that already exist in contemporary Africa, our aim is not to romanticize a particular form of dance, but on the contrary to “de-individualize” and bring all these forms of body expressions, to a platform where they could be individually or collectively conscious and aware of those micro-organs that enhance our movements, searching for those peaceful barbaric moment where there is no capitalist, no despots, just forming a body without organs.
The French has found a better expression of making the characterization of dance obvious, je danse which mean “i dance”, has been systematically made obvious from je faire de la danse which literally translate to "i do dance", “i make dance”, the verb that exist in between “i” and “dance” has said it all. This initiation will however distinguish a mere dancer who “dances” from one who “make dance” for a living.
The projects is produced and partly funded by Yk Project in collaboration with Gongbeat Productions. with the support of the National theatre and French cultural center.
Thanks for taking time to learn about this initiation and hope to you at the national arts theatre for the public presentation on the 12th of April 2008
Parable of the Ant and the Grasshopper
TRADITIONAL VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for your stupidity!
MODERN VERSION:
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. NBC, BBC, PBS, AIT, CNN, RFI, ALJAZEERA, TV5, ABC, CCTV, SABC, NTA and all other media abbreviations show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper, next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned, Europe is perplexed, the whole world in a surprise shock by the sharp contrast. How can this be? That in a world of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? The issue becomes the front page headline on Time Magazine, Daily Times, Newsweek, Jerusalem post, The Guardian, The Sun and all other dailies. Kermit the Frog, Fraggle Rock and Barney and friends appears on Oprah’s show with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, "its Not Easy Being Green."
Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house, where the news stations film the group singing, "We shall overcome." Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake. George Bush, John Kerry, Nelson Mandela,Gordon Brown and Nicolas Sarkozi exclaim in an exclusive interview with Larry King and also showed on HARDtalk with Stephen Sackur, that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, then they call for an immediate tax hike on the Ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the 8 Goats draft the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer! The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. Hillary Clinton gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that George Bush appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.
The ant loses the case; there is a hullabaloo all over the world, the condemnation of the judgement from Africa, Asia, Europe and all over the world, Tiken jah Fakoly, Bob Geldof, James Blunt, Yanick Noah, Wyclef Jean, Mos def, Diams, Keziah Jones and Femi kuti are amongst the musicians that stood up for the liberation of the Ant, there is a huge emancipation rally by the Rastafarians, the Islamic global community, the Buddhist Monks, the Christians federation, all rallied in thousands all over the world. Osama Bin Laden sends a new video that is aired by Aljazeera, condemning the decision and ones again asking them to repent…
… But after all said and done, the story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the Government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighbourhood.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful with what the media says, there are no more heroes in present time, just media pals.
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his
house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for your stupidity!
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. NBC, BBC, PBS, AIT, CNN, RFI, ALJAZEERA, TV5, ABC, CCTV, SABC, NTA and all other media abbreviations show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper, next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned, Europe is perplexed, the whole world in a surprise shock by the sharp contrast. How can this be? That in a world of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? The issue becomes the front page headline on Time Magazine, Daily Times, Newsweek, Jerusalem post, The Guardian, The Sun and all other dailies. Kermit the Frog, Fraggle Rock and Barney and friends appears on Oprah’s show with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, "its Not Easy Being Green."
Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house, where the news stations film the group singing, "We shall overcome." Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake. George Bush, John Kerry, Nelson Mandela,Gordon Brown and Nicolas Sarkozi exclaim in an exclusive interview with Larry King and also showed on HARDtalk with Stephen Sackur, that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, then they call for an immediate tax hike on the Ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the 8 Goats draft the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer! The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. Hillary Clinton gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that George Bush appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.
The ant loses the case; there is a hullabaloo all over the world, the condemnation of the judgement from Africa, Asia, Europe and all over the world, Tiken jah Fakoly, Bob Geldof, James Blunt, Yanick Noah, Wyclef Jean, Mos def, Diams, Keziah Jones and Femi kuti are amongst the musicians that stood up for the liberation of the Ant, there is a huge emancipation rally by the Rastafarians, the Islamic global community, the Buddhist Monks, the Christians federation, all rallied in thousands all over the world. Osama Bin Laden sends a new video that is aired by Aljazeera, condemning the decision and ones again asking them to repent…
… But after all said and done, the story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the Government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighbourhood.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful with what the media says, there are no more heroes in present time, just media pals.
I'm NOT proud to be Blak... Part 1
Its the season for the growth of a new age, this youth-quake, borne out of an awareness of the old times, just like the comprehension of the present and aspiration for the realization of a future Africa proposed by those of the past. Presently there is a completely different lingua franca and point of approach of the contemporary times. The youth no longer do disco, this is the Hip Hop era.
The culture and approach is taking another phase, gone were the days of "i'm proud to be black" and "Black is beautiful". The slogan these days no longer broadcast our Africanity, it actuality affirms our humanity and engagement in the global discussion and as part of the master plan of why mother-earth is still the world "I AM BALCK AND AFRICAN, I'M BLACK AND YOU KNOW IT".
We should be "Afro-Politans", Africans and citizens of the world. No Negritude, No Tigritude, whatever we may be, we should only constantly have it in mind that the Lion will never look back when the little dog barks, inferiority only reduces the self-esteem in he who feels it. So, we just have to decide if we want to be the Lion or the barking little dog, but not by words of mouth or blind patriotism.
Africa has been vulgarly seen and told from the eyes and mouth of the west, innocently most of our creators and men and women of ideas finds themselves dancing around this already laid down stereotypes, its then our own duty to cleanse ourselves off this standard/conventional image.
Its time to sprang up new energy, stop wanting to prove to the west that we can also do it, of what good will that do to us, i don't know, i'm yet to get hipped to the ism behind that ideology.
If i have anything to say to the French, either good or bad, i will go ahead to say it with ease, because just the same way i have a responsibility in Nigeria, i do the same in France, i am in the system and that is where my second home lies, so when i speak of a circumstance that faces me as a Nigerian, it doesn't mean i face same as a France inhabitant, and in the same way, if i face one as a France resident and not as a Nigerian i still have the same responsibility and ordeal as an artiste to voice it out just as raw as it is without blue-pencil.
In this 21st century, we must give to the sea what belongs to the sea, there is no more need for pointing our violent knives at the white folks for over 400 years of slavery and over a century of colonialism. Those were the cries and agitations of all the recent black heros of the 20th century and we arrogantly say farewell to post-colonialism, farewell to apartheid, farewell to dictatorship.
All the Fanonian criticism, Mandela's 26 years imprisonment, Lumumba's ultimate life price, Senghor's Negritudism, Fela's radicalism and Soyinka's intelectual struggles and Tigritudism, all those were not raise to make the occident afraid of our black melancholic moods, but a mere warning and an awareness of our "black-ness", their guns were principally pointed to fellow blacks, who has gotten the special talent of oppressing their subjects and others who have been specially created with wools in their ears, they were been rejected, tortured, exiled or even murdered, just for you and i to realize where our hiding shelter and survival race should be directed.
Unfortunately, we still never get healed of our sleeping sickness, we turn deaf ears to those mesiahs as if they never existed, yet searching elsewhere for our saviors, we want to face the future as if our past is not enough for us to learn from.
This generation of Africans must shift the question, our immediate past and present heros has faced the situation with the realities of their own time. For sure those books they wrote, those songs they sang and the words they said were not accessible solely to Africans or blacks, the white folkes also took the pain to listen to them, read them and with the help of some super humans like Jean Paul Satre, Antonin Artaud and their likes, they understood better and now the rule and the mode d'emploi of the game is taking another form.
The past has come and gone, gone leaving some with the possession of stolen values while others were devalued, even though we are conversant of the fact that this is not how the story should go, yet, i propose that all our guns be pointed to our own noses, our creators; writers, choreographers, theatre directors, film makers, sculptors, painters, poets, photographers, musicians and all other people of ideas who has got a voice, instead of speaking behind the walls and refining their words like deluded stammerers. They must enormously take the pain to explain to us, that the western value poorly matches with our present day reality. That our values has been devalued and refused from developing organically from its own will and pace. To add to it, we can neither reject their generosity nor sincerely integrate them as one of our wins...
The culture and approach is taking another phase, gone were the days of "i'm proud to be black" and "Black is beautiful". The slogan these days no longer broadcast our Africanity, it actuality affirms our humanity and engagement in the global discussion and as part of the master plan of why mother-earth is still the world "I AM BALCK AND AFRICAN, I'M BLACK AND YOU KNOW IT".
We should be "Afro-Politans", Africans and citizens of the world. No Negritude, No Tigritude, whatever we may be, we should only constantly have it in mind that the Lion will never look back when the little dog barks, inferiority only reduces the self-esteem in he who feels it. So, we just have to decide if we want to be the Lion or the barking little dog, but not by words of mouth or blind patriotism.
Africa has been vulgarly seen and told from the eyes and mouth of the west, innocently most of our creators and men and women of ideas finds themselves dancing around this already laid down stereotypes, its then our own duty to cleanse ourselves off this standard/conventional image.
Its time to sprang up new energy, stop wanting to prove to the west that we can also do it, of what good will that do to us, i don't know, i'm yet to get hipped to the ism behind that ideology.
If i have anything to say to the French, either good or bad, i will go ahead to say it with ease, because just the same way i have a responsibility in Nigeria, i do the same in France, i am in the system and that is where my second home lies, so when i speak of a circumstance that faces me as a Nigerian, it doesn't mean i face same as a France inhabitant, and in the same way, if i face one as a France resident and not as a Nigerian i still have the same responsibility and ordeal as an artiste to voice it out just as raw as it is without blue-pencil.
In this 21st century, we must give to the sea what belongs to the sea, there is no more need for pointing our violent knives at the white folks for over 400 years of slavery and over a century of colonialism. Those were the cries and agitations of all the recent black heros of the 20th century and we arrogantly say farewell to post-colonialism, farewell to apartheid, farewell to dictatorship.
All the Fanonian criticism, Mandela's 26 years imprisonment, Lumumba's ultimate life price, Senghor's Negritudism, Fela's radicalism and Soyinka's intelectual struggles and Tigritudism, all those were not raise to make the occident afraid of our black melancholic moods, but a mere warning and an awareness of our "black-ness", their guns were principally pointed to fellow blacks, who has gotten the special talent of oppressing their subjects and others who have been specially created with wools in their ears, they were been rejected, tortured, exiled or even murdered, just for you and i to realize where our hiding shelter and survival race should be directed.
Unfortunately, we still never get healed of our sleeping sickness, we turn deaf ears to those mesiahs as if they never existed, yet searching elsewhere for our saviors, we want to face the future as if our past is not enough for us to learn from.
This generation of Africans must shift the question, our immediate past and present heros has faced the situation with the realities of their own time. For sure those books they wrote, those songs they sang and the words they said were not accessible solely to Africans or blacks, the white folkes also took the pain to listen to them, read them and with the help of some super humans like Jean Paul Satre, Antonin Artaud and their likes, they understood better and now the rule and the mode d'emploi of the game is taking another form.
The past has come and gone, gone leaving some with the possession of stolen values while others were devalued, even though we are conversant of the fact that this is not how the story should go, yet, i propose that all our guns be pointed to our own noses, our creators; writers, choreographers, theatre directors, film makers, sculptors, painters, poets, photographers, musicians and all other people of ideas who has got a voice, instead of speaking behind the walls and refining their words like deluded stammerers. They must enormously take the pain to explain to us, that the western value poorly matches with our present day reality. That our values has been devalued and refused from developing organically from its own will and pace. To add to it, we can neither reject their generosity nor sincerely integrate them as one of our wins...
I'm NOT proud to be Blak... Part 2
Africa surely do have a future, this future that is just a matter of years or perhaps decades, and in this great future we can't afford to forget our past. To fulfill the book that Bob Marley sang about in redemption song, the artistes and other conscious men and women then have a strong need to begin to redefine their engagement in this great future, we need to censure our broadway and clean up the mainstream.
Each civilization informs their art and expressions, but today, Africa no longer trust in the words that comes from within and this has also affected her art and artists, our expressions these days are confused - We have a mission to re-Africanize the Africans, they have become too uncivilized for our liking. Dance is my mission, my own personal mission is not about the bad ones who are too skinny, lazy and scared, but the self proclaimed good bold ones who are too fat to be bothered.
We cannot ask Artistes to go into politics, but artistes need to be aware of the socio-political drive of his or her society. The artiste in me cannot do without being "also political" in situations like this, the artiste in me needs to understand who his audience is, what perception he wants to affect and in what way to bring himself to the center stage of ideas and creativity, if we look at the history of art, (especially performing art) you will agree with me that the artiste and the politician both do politics, but at opposite end. The politician is like an astonishing magician, stupefying his audience and taking their attention away from what he is actually doing. While the job of the artiste is to be the cultured one, standing behind to deduce the malfunction-ness and the banality of such extravaganza.
We must be clearly clear about our intentions, we must know what we want, if all we want is to succumb to the lure of capitalism, be the audience instead of the performer in this drama of life, tour the world, make fame amongst fellow artistes, oppress the masses, accompanied with wealth and power of course. Good, we don't even have to say so, we only need to go on just the way we are, just as vulgar opportunist, turning deaf ears to the whistles of those crying visionaries, to keep on creating like snobs and philistines - wonderful pieces which will never transcend the wonderful world of art.
Unquestionably, our aesthetics, at times, manage to dazzle our innocent audience, only by chance, without a single consciousness of the power and legislation we could arouse. This game, empiricism, chance and anarchy must come to an end, the dead creators must give way to the living, no more to those pieces benefitting those that create them, rather than the audience being of social service to the creator.
Mostly in the western region of Africa today, there we have some of the most clamored names in the dance scene of Africa, forming a sort of consortium of local champions, getting great ecstasies by seeing unprivileged dancers and young choreographers gather around them, arrogantly they continue to live and create under this same cliché of AM BLACK AND PROUD, pieces that subject-wise are just to benefit the creator as a valid "AFRICAN" Choreographer, tallying with the exact image of what the west imagines to be Africa; energetic, spiritual, entertaining and exotic, yet not so far from the attitude of African government towards dance; raffia wearing, sword carrying masquerades, parading and extravagantly flaunting their exotic culture for tourism.
for sure, it is also a form of art, but what about those of us that are hungry for a voice, those limping across the sahara with no path, us... i mean us the Tarzanists, who claims to have home here and there, yet became strangers at both end, those of us who are scared of making our culture and heritage a commodity of buying and selling to who pays more. those of us who has in the recent times witnessed a handful of Hollywood film makers sprinting to get their share of this exotic first world, their share of the on going modern scramble for the continent of hope, whose creators and men of ideas has become so corrupt, so they took opportunity of that by telling African stories in a mannerism that is very vulgar and intuitive.
I wont tend to hold them responsible for their cunning intervention, if the African film makers could not see the "SOS" state of their industries, if they've chosen to go on creating films that is so scared of telling fictional stories that brings their grotesque past to the present, just as African choreographers are seeing nothing to create than beautiful energetic, good-for-nothing dance works, then the Heddy Maalems of today, the Edward Zwick, the Jean Claude Galotas of today will continue to intervene in our sorry state in Africa, they've got the resources and the access to a larger and ready audience who are quite tired of what is theirs and thirsty for something propositional and "exotic", they will continue to make use of our green grassy grounds that we have decided to ignore, i as a normal dancer, just like other young dancers all over Africa will then have no other choice than to accept this last choice of being part of something "big" and not rot away with our so called choreographers.
Now that Africa is in fashion, now that our masquerade is dancing at the town centre, now that African nations have turned out to be in the list of "1st world nations" in terms of culture and arts, this doesn't imply that there is another birth of a new civilization, but the claws of the vultures will be on the then dark continent, now Continent of hope, as it had been before now.
In the recent history of art, its look has been shifted from one civilization to the other and this is just the time for Africa to be opened to the world of contemporary arts, more foreign choreographers, directors, film makers and curators as the race has already began will hunt for more and more materials from Africa, more African creators will begin to set the pace, but, i'm emphatically suggesting that we must also remember, that our sun can still stop shinning and the heaven can still fall on us.
This is why we must be cruel on one another now in order for those creators that will soon be our representatives in the mainstream to go with a totally different reality and argument, rather than integrating existing ones into ours, when i say "CRUEL" i mean not cruel in the sense of blood and hatred, cruelty as in self criticism, inward check and balances, creating such piece that are difficult and cruel for myself first of all, general abolition of those pieces that comes so easily, accepting that some are actually called into this profession, while some were also called but after all not as a creator.
We must belt up and be ready at all times for the world, going global but only with our local awareness, no more to self made Artistes, that name Artiste is not meant for any riffraff who give us craps, the title of an Artiste is given by a higher force and only to those who merits it, it is then an obligation to those crowned Artistes to use their title for the service of their subjects, only then will it remain theirs forever, if not they shall be dethroned and overthrown, by force or by fire!
Each civilization informs their art and expressions, but today, Africa no longer trust in the words that comes from within and this has also affected her art and artists, our expressions these days are confused - We have a mission to re-Africanize the Africans, they have become too uncivilized for our liking. Dance is my mission, my own personal mission is not about the bad ones who are too skinny, lazy and scared, but the self proclaimed good bold ones who are too fat to be bothered.
We cannot ask Artistes to go into politics, but artistes need to be aware of the socio-political drive of his or her society. The artiste in me cannot do without being "also political" in situations like this, the artiste in me needs to understand who his audience is, what perception he wants to affect and in what way to bring himself to the center stage of ideas and creativity, if we look at the history of art, (especially performing art) you will agree with me that the artiste and the politician both do politics, but at opposite end. The politician is like an astonishing magician, stupefying his audience and taking their attention away from what he is actually doing. While the job of the artiste is to be the cultured one, standing behind to deduce the malfunction-ness and the banality of such extravaganza.
We must be clearly clear about our intentions, we must know what we want, if all we want is to succumb to the lure of capitalism, be the audience instead of the performer in this drama of life, tour the world, make fame amongst fellow artistes, oppress the masses, accompanied with wealth and power of course. Good, we don't even have to say so, we only need to go on just the way we are, just as vulgar opportunist, turning deaf ears to the whistles of those crying visionaries, to keep on creating like snobs and philistines - wonderful pieces which will never transcend the wonderful world of art.
Unquestionably, our aesthetics, at times, manage to dazzle our innocent audience, only by chance, without a single consciousness of the power and legislation we could arouse. This game, empiricism, chance and anarchy must come to an end, the dead creators must give way to the living, no more to those pieces benefitting those that create them, rather than the audience being of social service to the creator.
Mostly in the western region of Africa today, there we have some of the most clamored names in the dance scene of Africa, forming a sort of consortium of local champions, getting great ecstasies by seeing unprivileged dancers and young choreographers gather around them, arrogantly they continue to live and create under this same cliché of AM BLACK AND PROUD, pieces that subject-wise are just to benefit the creator as a valid "AFRICAN" Choreographer, tallying with the exact image of what the west imagines to be Africa; energetic, spiritual, entertaining and exotic, yet not so far from the attitude of African government towards dance; raffia wearing, sword carrying masquerades, parading and extravagantly flaunting their exotic culture for tourism.
for sure, it is also a form of art, but what about those of us that are hungry for a voice, those limping across the sahara with no path, us... i mean us the Tarzanists, who claims to have home here and there, yet became strangers at both end, those of us who are scared of making our culture and heritage a commodity of buying and selling to who pays more. those of us who has in the recent times witnessed a handful of Hollywood film makers sprinting to get their share of this exotic first world, their share of the on going modern scramble for the continent of hope, whose creators and men of ideas has become so corrupt, so they took opportunity of that by telling African stories in a mannerism that is very vulgar and intuitive.
I wont tend to hold them responsible for their cunning intervention, if the African film makers could not see the "SOS" state of their industries, if they've chosen to go on creating films that is so scared of telling fictional stories that brings their grotesque past to the present, just as African choreographers are seeing nothing to create than beautiful energetic, good-for-nothing dance works, then the Heddy Maalems of today, the Edward Zwick, the Jean Claude Galotas of today will continue to intervene in our sorry state in Africa, they've got the resources and the access to a larger and ready audience who are quite tired of what is theirs and thirsty for something propositional and "exotic", they will continue to make use of our green grassy grounds that we have decided to ignore, i as a normal dancer, just like other young dancers all over Africa will then have no other choice than to accept this last choice of being part of something "big" and not rot away with our so called choreographers.
Now that Africa is in fashion, now that our masquerade is dancing at the town centre, now that African nations have turned out to be in the list of "1st world nations" in terms of culture and arts, this doesn't imply that there is another birth of a new civilization, but the claws of the vultures will be on the then dark continent, now Continent of hope, as it had been before now.
In the recent history of art, its look has been shifted from one civilization to the other and this is just the time for Africa to be opened to the world of contemporary arts, more foreign choreographers, directors, film makers and curators as the race has already began will hunt for more and more materials from Africa, more African creators will begin to set the pace, but, i'm emphatically suggesting that we must also remember, that our sun can still stop shinning and the heaven can still fall on us.
This is why we must be cruel on one another now in order for those creators that will soon be our representatives in the mainstream to go with a totally different reality and argument, rather than integrating existing ones into ours, when i say "CRUEL" i mean not cruel in the sense of blood and hatred, cruelty as in self criticism, inward check and balances, creating such piece that are difficult and cruel for myself first of all, general abolition of those pieces that comes so easily, accepting that some are actually called into this profession, while some were also called but after all not as a creator.
We must belt up and be ready at all times for the world, going global but only with our local awareness, no more to self made Artistes, that name Artiste is not meant for any riffraff who give us craps, the title of an Artiste is given by a higher force and only to those who merits it, it is then an obligation to those crowned Artistes to use their title for the service of their subjects, only then will it remain theirs forever, if not they shall be dethroned and overthrown, by force or by fire!
Mar 27, 2008
Are the most corrupt nations in AFRICA?
Minister Farrakhan Versus Mike Wallace On 60 Minutes CBS News Mike Wallace September 29, 2005
Feb 10, 2008
Le Sacre du Printemps on US tour
Heddy Maalem talks about being in Lagos, Nigeria, preparing the work that would become Black Spring. In the bustle and clamor of this African New York, a city of 12 million inhabitants, he heard echoing inside his head bits of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring.
June 7 - 8, 2008 Charleston, SC Spoleto Festival
In 1913 in Le Sacre du Printemps (Rite of Spring), Igor Stravinsky brought us life through the spasms of a killing, the death of a young girl burned in a “primitive” ritual. Today we know that Stravinsky’s score was the foreshadowing of a war which lasted four years. It is also said that the work by Nijinsky and Stravinsky was an emblematic combination of the barbarism and modernity of the twentieth century. Jacques Rivière in his review of Sacre in September 1913, asked if Stravinsky’s piece instead of evoking things, confirms them, that Nijinsky’s choreography made the dance less interesting than the movement. In any case, Rivière spoke of Sacre’s score as “without effusion,” its “limited music,” its way of “direct, deliberate expression.” This is also part of Heddy Maalem’s choreography -- straightforward, devoid of unnecessary prettiness, without artifice, all driving toward one goal, the “desire to express something to the letter.”
Le Sacre du Printemps
Poland, The Netherlands, Switzerland, Spain and Tunisia. The Spring/ Fall 2008 tour will mark its North American premiere. The 2008 tour is being produced by MAPP International Productions through The Africa Contemporary Arts Consortium – a coalition of 11 diverse arts institutions, advancing a dynamic exchange of arts and ideas between artists, arts organizations, cultural and other institutions of Africa and the United States.
The ensemble of dancers assembled for Le Sacre du Printemps are trained in both contemporary dance and the traditional dance forms of their respective countries of origin. Le Sacre du Printemps is the final part of a trilogy of dances including: Black Spring(2000), which deals with the recurring question of identity and perception of the African body, andL'Ordre de la Bataille (2002), which questions the meaning of existence in a war-torn world. Heddy Maalem collaborated with award-winning filmmaker Benoit Dervaux on each of the three parts of the Trilogy.
Fourteen utterly distinctive dancers from Nigeria, Mali, Benin and Senegal have come together for Heddy Maalem's explosive interpretation of Stravinsky's Le Sacre du Printemps. Maalem’s Sacre—furious and bold, straight forward and without artifice—is placed in urban Africa and inspired by the choreographer’s time in Lagos, Nigeria. Highly dynamic dance sequences and overwhelming group scenes are interlaced with intense scenes of silence and atmospheric film projections that provide provocative contrast to the music. Again and again, the male and female dancers—each one urgent and unflinching—melt into one unit, pulsating with energy.
Le Sacre du Printemps has had more than 100 performances throughout France, Portugal, Italy, Germany,
Poland, The Netherlands, Switzerland, Spain and Tunisia. The Spring/ Fall 2008 tour will mark its North American premiere. The 2008 tour is being produced by MAPP International Productions through The Africa Contemporary Arts Consortium – a coalition of 11 diverse arts institutions, advancing a dynamic exchange of arts and ideas between artists, arts organizations, cultural and other institutions of Africa and the United States.Dancers: Qudus Onikeku, Simone Gomis, Hardo Papa Salif Ka, Amie Gomis, Marie-Pierre Gomis, Marie Diedhiou, Alougbin Awoulathe, Rachelle Agbossou, Alou Cissé, Dramane Diarra, Alberto Jacinto Nhabangue, Kingsley Odiaka, Vincent Etagweyo, Koffitse Akakpo-Adzaku.
June 7 - 8, 2008 Charleston, SC Spoleto Festival
June 10 - 15, 2008 New York, NY Joyce Theater
June 25 - 29, 2008 Becket, MA Jacob's Pillow
October 2 - 4, 2008 Seattle, WA Paramount Theater
October 10, 2008 Chapel Hill, NC University of North
Carolina
October 15, 2008 Ann Arbor, MI University Musical Society
these people
If i tell you, you might not believe
there are people who wake up very early
in the morning . Like 5 a.m
with their beutiful family,
they are clean and dress clean
they wear sharply and neatly ironed
expensive trousers, shirt, tie and suit that suits them so well.
They spend few time with thier family
but they make good money.
Such people are usully trapped in some
air conditioned four walls they call office.
You may not believe but there are people
who wake up arround 11 a.m everyday,
food on their tables
with no sign of rush to join a queue,
The way they dress portrays some
qualities of a big man in them,
they are very connected and contented,
they work from home and work with their brains,
yet spends little or no time with their families.
Cos they sleep late.
Such people are usually 419 or politicians.
If i tell you, you wont believe
but there are people who wake up whatever time they wish,
they might not have food on their table,
but they are happy with themselves,
they work with pleasure and often out going.
they strive to get a work to do, they dress well at times,
spend the best times with their families
and when its their season,
their family might not see them for months.
Such people usually call themselves artists,
or something like that, they do exist.
But i am not one of these people
i'm not even near being one of these people
but i'm particles of all on these people
you might not belive it, if i tell you
Feb 4, 2008
Fela Kuti and Qudus Onikeku - Roforofo Fight
at the end of march
in the beginning of April
that's when the weather begins to change
at the end of our childhood
in the beginning of our making
that's when we begin to notice a change
in this world of ours
i have been living in my dreams
just alone in my lone world
now that i am back to the living
i want to clench my fist
raised into the air
and be involved in a muddy fight.
at the end of my time
in the beginning of my end
that's when i shall finish my fight
in this world of mine
i have been too much involved
in the material life of others
never had time for my solitude
Now...
i want to be alone in my world
raise my spirit higher and
be involved in a mental fight
at the end of sunlight
in the beginning of twilight
that's when the stars begins to shine
and the moon become clearer
Jan 10, 2008
African dance and its double. Part 1
A revolution must happen in the art face of Africa, i can't but react to effect this revolution on the terrane that affects me most, the African dance scene is in a state of puerility, a state that needs a revival; call it contemporary dance, tag it Contemporary-African dance or even Afro-fusion and Trado-African dance or Modern dance, name it hip hop dance, dance drama, dance theatre, acrobatic dance or whatsoever, so far its location or destination is Africa and has been destined for the theatre space, for public consummation and being part of the wonderful world of art, that is not the most essential, its not the nickname given to a new born baby that will change his destiny, the audience cares less about what we call it.
I call it African dance, meanwhile, this branding is not guided nor misguided by a particular culture, ethnic, religion nor by political or salt water boundary, it is a branding that is solely a matter of location and destination. Since Africa is situated in a particular point in the world map, "a mere geographical statement" and the location i'm referring to is also in the same manner not determined by all these identifying elements i have stated above, the location in not somewhere situated outside the peripheries of the "conscious SELF", it has got no three dimensional space of existence, it might physically be anywhere in the world but its mind and conscious location is "Africa", while its primary audience lies amongst these sects. its quite a thing of shame that unlike every cultures of this world, their primary audience lies amongst the natives of such culture, which later moves on to become a global phenomenon, but in recent times, the reverse is becoming the case for Africa, it is only after it has become a global norm before it will begin to gain acceptance locally, our primary all in all is always coming from the west, from our potential fund raisers, to producers, tour managers and obviously that is where the majority of those who has ever been to the theatre to see African act lies.
if we must bring back live to the theatre then a radical alternation must first be reacted to by the creators and performers, the audience for live or stage performance has reduced radically because there is no more life on the stage, for this i am emphatically proposing this critical writing to trigger a reaction in all thoughtful dance professionals to rise up today and reject those habits which cripples our aspiration and inhibit our chances of dance becoming a modern and attractive profession in Africa and also our engagement in Africa as well as in global discussion... here is African Dance and its double.
African dance and its double. part 2
Understanding a city or a people, one doesn't go there just like every other tourist, not by looking at a map, taking pictures and moving around in a tour bus, moving around with the same old friends we left our homes with, by so doing nothing comes alive, all remains a look alike to the image of the city that we already got in our minds, that we already read from our false travel books, then we realize that at the end of the day, what do we know of this city or people? in truth what do we learn about their world when we haven't taken the time to live with them, to feel what they feel, we didn't get anything new about them, but when an encounter is made based on ignorance, accepting that what we read is not assuredly what we will see, understanding that the only thing that can be written in a tour book are the visible things, none can explain anything profound than their own imagination and perception.
just like this we should amaze our audience, we should tend to create like the same people who live in the same situations they live in, like a people who understands under what circumstance they exist before judging them, they must be left open-mouthed, we can't afford to take our hands off their attention and still being the same person they were before coming to the theatre, every performance must be something they can familiarize with but a new encounter for them, if not soccer and cinema will continue to dominate...(Click here to Read full article)
Jun 17, 2007
i think, i'm a good music
with tip of my pen endowed with words
with the words of my body impregnated with power
I'm sure of changing MY WORLD
with my body imbued with dance
with my dance full of emotion
I'm sure of touching MY CROWD
The ego of performance will not
restrict me from delivering what
the higher force has bestowed upon me
you can argue with philosophers
you can argue with poets
but you can't argue with good music,
i think i got some good rhythms
remaining in the guts of my soul
I am a music full of soul
...always seeking for greater rhythms
with the words of my body impregnated with power
I'm sure of changing MY WORLD
with my body imbued with dance
with my dance full of emotion
I'm sure of touching MY CROWD
The ego of performance will not
restrict me from delivering what
the higher force has bestowed upon me
you can argue with philosophers
you can argue with poets
but you can't argue with good music,
i think i got some good rhythms
remaining in the guts of my soul
I am a music full of soul
...always seeking for greater rhythms
May 28, 2007
May 27, 2007
to HAVE or to BE
TO HAVE is a verb, to have is equally a doing word, it is quite imaginable that, "To have" which in other words could be to possess, to acquire, to own or to hold. All these still brings us back to the ability to be in possession of anything exterior to the peripheries of our contours, being it intellectual, material or spiritual or superficial, it still bring us to the point where there is an action that triggers our awareness for a certain need, so to have can in a shorter phrase, be explained as the action that takes place outside the "self" in oneself, there is always an action that occurs before this, either metaphysical or metamorphose change reaction takes place.
One can't own all the golds of this life, the diamonds and houses and cars and tall building or have the knowledge of ten languages, the knowledge of sciences of poetry without a special effort from the part of this being, a special effort that puts him on the run, an effort that makes him remain awake all night, or the one that even makes him loose his friends and family, an effort that makes him stand up and go and run and jump and fly not because he loves to, but that is the ritual it takes to have those possessions.
TO BE, or to exist, to have oneself, the word BE and the questioning of a human being about his or her existence automatically distinguish him from just an animal and marks the beginning of his purpose in this mother earth. In the same manner, a group of individuals coming together to form a grouping, will not be validated, until they are able to define their being, their existence and purpose.
Many a time there has been a strong confusion of TO HAVE with TO BE, that is why some will say, i am the director of an institution, i am an Artiste or i was an army, but no one have i met and on his business card, inscribed HUMAN BEING or A BEING, whereas that is what we are for real and nothing more, all those qualifications does not validate our purpose in life but what we do with these posts or possessions is what actually brings out the being in our human.
"To be", self, the ability to understand that no two human beings comes from the same internal world, each of us has our own world inside of us and every where we go, that is the only world in which we are ambassadors of, we are the god, the president and the decision maker of this world, the moment this is understood life will become easier and the respect for others will reign. Ghandi said "BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD"
MY LOVER!
NOW ITS BEEN HOW MANY DAYS AND NIGHT
WAITING FOR THE BETTER TIMES TO COME
CONTINEOUSLY SITTING IN FRONT OF THIS OLD COMPUTER OF MINE
CONSTANTLY WAITING FOR THAT LONG EXPECTED MAIL
FOR THAT KNOWN SEPULCHRAL VOICE ON MY PHONE...
ITS BEEN HOW MANY FULL MOON PAST
MEDITATING ON THE ODDUR OF OUR BEST MOMENTS
SLEEPING AND NOT WILLING TO WAKE UP
'COS THIS IS THE ONLY MEETING PLACE LEFT FOR US
FINALLY WAKING TO OUR LOVE SONG ON THE RADIO
"for how long will i remain fidel
knowing that my old age will soon send the youth away
for how long will i remain in the rain
when there are shelters available for me"
THIS MORNING I'M WALIKING AWAY, RUNNING AWAY,
SPRINTING AWAY FROM MY BOREDOM
I WANT TO LOOK BACK TO SEE A LIFE WELL SPENT
WITHOUT REGRET DURING MY OLD AGE
ITS BORING TO BE LONELY KNOWING THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE
FORGET OUR PAST MY LOVER, FORGET ME FAST
SEE OTHER COLOURS, SMELL OTHER ODDURS
ITS BEEN HOW MANY NIGHT HAVE I WET MY BED
ITS BEEN HOW MANY TWILIGHT HAVE I SOAKED MY PILLOW
FROM TODAY I WANT TO RE-WRITE MY DESTINY
TOMMOROW MUSN'T LOOK LIKE YESTERDAY
I SHALL OFTEN SEND YOU PRESERVATIVES MY LOVER,
NO LOVE MAKING WITHOUT CONDOMS
DON'T TELL ME ABOUT THE GUY YOU MET AT THE BUS STOP
DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT HOW HE MADE LOVE TO YOU
BUT LET ME OFTEN HEAR FROM YOU
AND TELL ME YOU ARE HAVING FUN... just like i do
May 16, 2007
Fidelity as a concept
This is a response to a note written by Agnes Myriam Chafei. Titled Fidelity.
This morning i stumbled on a note coupled by Agnes around an incidence that found me kissing a girl in a party, she was disappointed and perhaps thought i was the only remaining guy on earth who one can stamped with fidelity and she lost hope coupled with a lot of deception.
Agnes, i still believe very strongly that fidelity is not an idealist concept, but it really exist, if fidelity is to mean being true to the other party then i believe it does exist, but if it is a concept which turn down the human part of us, which arrogantly go against the human nature, a concept which closes all doors to mistakes and errors then i don't believe in it as well, let me go back again to make it clearer.
If i happen to kiss a girl against my proper will and power in a party, the girl proposes a hand which i'd have liked to take without any form of regret and reject, if i hadn't a woman in my life that i love so much, if i happen to call this girl, to inform her that i think we are both trying to eat our meat raw, that we can't eat this cake and still have it;
Remember, even if i like this girl, but still the fact that i have a woman which i really love and loves me so much in turn, this fact keeps ringing in my mind and becoming the major factor why I CAN'T engage in any further action of such... then finally informing my woman about the whole panorama, asking for her pardon, making her realized that such won't deliberately happen again, i don't wish to justify my actions and its not a thing that bothers me that much, if someone judges me, moreover that's what we all do everyday, we judge. Profoundly inside of me, without thinking of the word fidelity or not, i think i have done the right thing by having the courage to inform my woman about this and i have realized my own mistake.
But the flip side of it all is that, why do girls always put the blame of infidelity on the male party, remember this girl knows quite well that the guy is engaged and nothing will make him stop loving his woman, yet she went on announcing her non-regret for whatever happened, why will you accept to be the mistress of a guy that has someone already and you want to blame men for infidelity, i will as well blame women for causing mishap in the minds of the men,
If one will start basing the root of one's relationship on how much the other party look at an opposite sex then there is an undefined purpose of being together, if my woman and i are busy structuring a life, busy thinking of how things will work for us in the future, any mistake or deliberate act of such a concept of "infidelity" is only an act that is outrightly valid for fulfillment of the selfish "man" part of the guy, get it right "for" the guy and not against his partner, he is not doing such acts to deliberately hurt his partner, he is not going to because of that stop loving her nor stop the dreams they have together.
I think the issue of infidelity between two partners is something that needs to be decided and pondered on between the couples and not an external body who is weighing things based on his or her own person and ideology and philosophy of life.
Agnes, i'm still that friend of yours who will continue to speak of his fiancée in an excellent way, in a way that calls upon all the beauties and good things of life, when i speak of her i want you to see true love and not "fidelity" true love never lies, true love is what i have for her and for no one else, i don't think because a baby loves her mother so much, he won't still accept to be carried by other women but one thing that is sure is that no matter how much care is shown to a baby while asleep, when he "wakes up" he will cry for his mother, i will never tell you that i'm holy or saint, i will never be part of a discussion that refused to see the both side of things before concluding.
Yes it has happened and that for sure is what the issue on ground is, but we won't bend down to wail over a spilt milk, SHIT HAPPENS and life goes on, i don't want to feel bad that this happened, no that's not what i want to say, i don't want neither you nor even Hajarat nor anybody be the reason why i will feel sad about this incidence, i want an in-depth sad feeling that will chop into my bowels like a permanent cancer that will pungently remind me of the aftermath, when next i'm about to make a re-make of such actions.
My dear friend, i understand the level of your deception, at the same time i think i am glad this time came to be, for you and for me, to get one thing as a lesson out of it, every situation of life that touches us so much, that makes us be ashamed or disappointed, marks a remarkable experiences of our lives. I think if i have a good memory, so i can say there is no time, where i have been tempted to alter a word to you, in which i don't believe in, in which is not part of me, i don't think there has been a moment in my life where i am not trying to be myself, kissing a girl in party, for sure is extreme and i won't say i regret it because i believe so much in destiny and for me there is no coincidence, we are all elements of experiences, our past and present experiences teaches us and shows us what path to follow, what path will make us make a better decision in the future, i don't regret my actions but it has thought me somethings i still need to know about life and about myself.
I'm not trying to be too wise nor sound foolish but i think if Hajarat would have been in that scene, or perhaps you or Shamira would have been there, it wouldn't have happened i believe. Evey where i go, every single individual i meet i talk to them about my relationship, not because i enjoy talking about her, but just for the fact that i want these people i talk with to be the saving grace that will bring me back to senses when i am about to go astray, because that i cannot take control of, for i know myself to a certain degree, but those who are other than me, those who knows my story and narration can rewrite it for me, they can bring me out of my delirium, one thing that is sure and will continue to be until death do us part is that i love Hajarat, to the last drop of my life, while the word fidelity is not even in this narration, what i want now from my woman is her ability to trust me again, although she do but i just feel bad deep inside of me and its normal.
My dear friend, your demands are heavy, your expectations are augmented and larger than reality, and a bit of a difficult proposition for guys of our age group to accept. i can only talk of myself because i know exactly what i want, if what you want from we guys now, is to base the basis of our relationships on a solid rock foundation that outrightly matches with your image of 'fidelity", what about love and caring, what about the kind of life you both dream to have in the future, what about sincerity even in time of "infidelity", what about the things that makes you happy in your partner, will you for the sake of one infected finger cut away the whole of your arm? perhaps the way i see love is far more different from that of my contemporaries.
From your words "i don't think love will ever be stronger than instinct" and i perfectly agree with you, at this stage of our life where everything is in movement, at this stage where we are the greatest adventurer with the healthiest energy, at this point where many of us are still trying to hold on to something, even those who already have something to hold on to, somethings will still want to see if there is a possible possibility of holding on to us, and tell me how do we resist, where does that energy of resistance comes from when you have "nothing" to loose in the process of giving it a trial, your proposition is not something we need to bother ourselves about now, now its the time to start building, now its the time to begin to get ready, a marriage doesn't mean success nor accomplishment, it is only the beginning of what could turn out to be success or another learning process, your proposition is what many guys will come to inculcate unto their life, on their own by the time our experiences and agility towards the opposite sex has brought us to a point of tranquil acceptance of our sincere partner as not just a wife but a celestial possession that needed to be looked after day and night, Agnes i bet you, that time is not now, we have a lot to grasp with, remember it is this same us who is in love and at the same time, thinking about a good life for those we love and those who loves us, we are running after a better life, running after our projects, running after a whole lot of deceptions and in this process of running remember devil is always around the corner, and his greatest weapon against we human is temptation. and only few can resist it.
If you say you don't want to ever be sad because of a guy, then you are still in a constant rebellion with reality, such declaration has said nothing to me but a refusal to learn and structure a way of life, in this process of being sad. do you ever have a clue of the fact that, the guy you claimed to be a mistress to is sincerely in love with someone, that person that makes life more meaningful whenever she is beside him, that person that freezes all other outside happenings beyond the space they both occupy, if i was to be a girl, i think i will focus my attention on being that girl that makes her man see another meaning to love and life whenever i'm with him, then i will care less about what happens on the market street, because lot of things happen on the market street.
This morning i stumbled on a note coupled by Agnes around an incidence that found me kissing a girl in a party, she was disappointed and perhaps thought i was the only remaining guy on earth who one can stamped with fidelity and she lost hope coupled with a lot of deception.
Agnes, i still believe very strongly that fidelity is not an idealist concept, but it really exist, if fidelity is to mean being true to the other party then i believe it does exist, but if it is a concept which turn down the human part of us, which arrogantly go against the human nature, a concept which closes all doors to mistakes and errors then i don't believe in it as well, let me go back again to make it clearer.
If i happen to kiss a girl against my proper will and power in a party, the girl proposes a hand which i'd have liked to take without any form of regret and reject, if i hadn't a woman in my life that i love so much, if i happen to call this girl, to inform her that i think we are both trying to eat our meat raw, that we can't eat this cake and still have it;
Remember, even if i like this girl, but still the fact that i have a woman which i really love and loves me so much in turn, this fact keeps ringing in my mind and becoming the major factor why I CAN'T engage in any further action of such... then finally informing my woman about the whole panorama, asking for her pardon, making her realized that such won't deliberately happen again, i don't wish to justify my actions and its not a thing that bothers me that much, if someone judges me, moreover that's what we all do everyday, we judge. Profoundly inside of me, without thinking of the word fidelity or not, i think i have done the right thing by having the courage to inform my woman about this and i have realized my own mistake.
But the flip side of it all is that, why do girls always put the blame of infidelity on the male party, remember this girl knows quite well that the guy is engaged and nothing will make him stop loving his woman, yet she went on announcing her non-regret for whatever happened, why will you accept to be the mistress of a guy that has someone already and you want to blame men for infidelity, i will as well blame women for causing mishap in the minds of the men,
If one will start basing the root of one's relationship on how much the other party look at an opposite sex then there is an undefined purpose of being together, if my woman and i are busy structuring a life, busy thinking of how things will work for us in the future, any mistake or deliberate act of such a concept of "infidelity" is only an act that is outrightly valid for fulfillment of the selfish "man" part of the guy, get it right "for" the guy and not against his partner, he is not doing such acts to deliberately hurt his partner, he is not going to because of that stop loving her nor stop the dreams they have together.
I think the issue of infidelity between two partners is something that needs to be decided and pondered on between the couples and not an external body who is weighing things based on his or her own person and ideology and philosophy of life.
Agnes, i'm still that friend of yours who will continue to speak of his fiancée in an excellent way, in a way that calls upon all the beauties and good things of life, when i speak of her i want you to see true love and not "fidelity" true love never lies, true love is what i have for her and for no one else, i don't think because a baby loves her mother so much, he won't still accept to be carried by other women but one thing that is sure is that no matter how much care is shown to a baby while asleep, when he "wakes up" he will cry for his mother, i will never tell you that i'm holy or saint, i will never be part of a discussion that refused to see the both side of things before concluding.
Yes it has happened and that for sure is what the issue on ground is, but we won't bend down to wail over a spilt milk, SHIT HAPPENS and life goes on, i don't want to feel bad that this happened, no that's not what i want to say, i don't want neither you nor even Hajarat nor anybody be the reason why i will feel sad about this incidence, i want an in-depth sad feeling that will chop into my bowels like a permanent cancer that will pungently remind me of the aftermath, when next i'm about to make a re-make of such actions.
My dear friend, i understand the level of your deception, at the same time i think i am glad this time came to be, for you and for me, to get one thing as a lesson out of it, every situation of life that touches us so much, that makes us be ashamed or disappointed, marks a remarkable experiences of our lives. I think if i have a good memory, so i can say there is no time, where i have been tempted to alter a word to you, in which i don't believe in, in which is not part of me, i don't think there has been a moment in my life where i am not trying to be myself, kissing a girl in party, for sure is extreme and i won't say i regret it because i believe so much in destiny and for me there is no coincidence, we are all elements of experiences, our past and present experiences teaches us and shows us what path to follow, what path will make us make a better decision in the future, i don't regret my actions but it has thought me somethings i still need to know about life and about myself.
I'm not trying to be too wise nor sound foolish but i think if Hajarat would have been in that scene, or perhaps you or Shamira would have been there, it wouldn't have happened i believe. Evey where i go, every single individual i meet i talk to them about my relationship, not because i enjoy talking about her, but just for the fact that i want these people i talk with to be the saving grace that will bring me back to senses when i am about to go astray, because that i cannot take control of, for i know myself to a certain degree, but those who are other than me, those who knows my story and narration can rewrite it for me, they can bring me out of my delirium, one thing that is sure and will continue to be until death do us part is that i love Hajarat, to the last drop of my life, while the word fidelity is not even in this narration, what i want now from my woman is her ability to trust me again, although she do but i just feel bad deep inside of me and its normal.
My dear friend, your demands are heavy, your expectations are augmented and larger than reality, and a bit of a difficult proposition for guys of our age group to accept. i can only talk of myself because i know exactly what i want, if what you want from we guys now, is to base the basis of our relationships on a solid rock foundation that outrightly matches with your image of 'fidelity", what about love and caring, what about the kind of life you both dream to have in the future, what about sincerity even in time of "infidelity", what about the things that makes you happy in your partner, will you for the sake of one infected finger cut away the whole of your arm? perhaps the way i see love is far more different from that of my contemporaries.
From your words "i don't think love will ever be stronger than instinct" and i perfectly agree with you, at this stage of our life where everything is in movement, at this stage where we are the greatest adventurer with the healthiest energy, at this point where many of us are still trying to hold on to something, even those who already have something to hold on to, somethings will still want to see if there is a possible possibility of holding on to us, and tell me how do we resist, where does that energy of resistance comes from when you have "nothing" to loose in the process of giving it a trial, your proposition is not something we need to bother ourselves about now, now its the time to start building, now its the time to begin to get ready, a marriage doesn't mean success nor accomplishment, it is only the beginning of what could turn out to be success or another learning process, your proposition is what many guys will come to inculcate unto their life, on their own by the time our experiences and agility towards the opposite sex has brought us to a point of tranquil acceptance of our sincere partner as not just a wife but a celestial possession that needed to be looked after day and night, Agnes i bet you, that time is not now, we have a lot to grasp with, remember it is this same us who is in love and at the same time, thinking about a good life for those we love and those who loves us, we are running after a better life, running after our projects, running after a whole lot of deceptions and in this process of running remember devil is always around the corner, and his greatest weapon against we human is temptation. and only few can resist it.
If you say you don't want to ever be sad because of a guy, then you are still in a constant rebellion with reality, such declaration has said nothing to me but a refusal to learn and structure a way of life, in this process of being sad. do you ever have a clue of the fact that, the guy you claimed to be a mistress to is sincerely in love with someone, that person that makes life more meaningful whenever she is beside him, that person that freezes all other outside happenings beyond the space they both occupy, if i was to be a girl, i think i will focus my attention on being that girl that makes her man see another meaning to love and life whenever i'm with him, then i will care less about what happens on the market street, because lot of things happen on the market street.
Mar 17, 2007
my judgement
My own judgement has been passed
and this is the day
I've lived all my life for Lucifer they say
i already had a dream of the day i will die
death by hanging to be precise,
just in few weeks
yet i am strong
it takes a real man to be
my only fear is for my people
those amongst them
who have accepted the new testament
are surely in error,
go through the fiction of my life
and write a new edition of it
and this is the day
I've lived all my life for Lucifer they say
i already had a dream of the day i will die
death by hanging to be precise,
just in few weeks
yet i am strong
it takes a real man to be
my only fear is for my people
those amongst them
who have accepted the new testament
are surely in error,
go through the fiction of my life
and write a new edition of it
Even dancers write
my dance needs no further salt nor pepper
my dance looks good even on paper
but my writing would not move the piper
then i developed the habit of
putting my thoughts and emotion into movements
putting my movements into words
my words into writing.
and storing them privately
Even dancers can write!
the most times I go to see the poets
I wonder why they don't write like me
and why I don't write like them
I began to hide my private part
and continue to steal floor,
for that was all I knew how to do
and they continue to see me
during my insanity
but I continue to hide-write.
finally the smoke of my hidden fire surfaced
the smell of my insanity followed me to the floor
they mocked "even dancers write?"
Ha ha ha...
and I continue to hide my private part
but continue to steal the floor.
when my poem suddenly became movement
when my emotion has got no boundary
when my words became adult
and my dance became even,
when I was least expected
I dance in the gathering of poets
and I stole the floor
they realized
even dancers can write
this time no "ha ha ha..."
and they began to write dancers evenly.
my dance looks good even on paper
but my writing would not move the piper
then i developed the habit of
putting my thoughts and emotion into movements
putting my movements into words
my words into writing.
and storing them privately
Even dancers can write!
the most times I go to see the poets
I wonder why they don't write like me
and why I don't write like them
I began to hide my private part
and continue to steal floor,
for that was all I knew how to do
and they continue to see me
during my insanity
but I continue to hide-write.
finally the smoke of my hidden fire surfaced
the smell of my insanity followed me to the floor
they mocked "even dancers write?"
Ha ha ha...
and I continue to hide my private part
but continue to steal the floor.
when my poem suddenly became movement
when my emotion has got no boundary
when my words became adult
and my dance became even,
when I was least expected
I dance in the gathering of poets
and I stole the floor
they realized
even dancers can write
this time no "ha ha ha..."
and they began to write dancers evenly.
speech
With the thought of the
1960 Nigerian madness
i learn how to dialogue
with the though of the future heroes
i contribute to my world
with the grace of my parent
I'm alive today
in the name of my family
i thank you listeners, audience
and readers of my poetry
in the name of my nation
i pledge to be humble
and i dedicate the award to all the
oppressed forgotten heroes
who didn't make the journey
1960 Nigerian madness
i learn how to dialogue
with the though of the future heroes
i contribute to my world
with the grace of my parent
I'm alive today
in the name of my family
i thank you listeners, audience
and readers of my poetry
in the name of my nation
i pledge to be humble
and i dedicate the award to all the
oppressed forgotten heroes
who didn't make the journey
Jan 25, 2007
if i were the king...
Don’t tell me about God,
Tell me about life when I’m gone
If I were the King
I will close more churches
To build more cemeteries
We’re all going to die Anyway.
Don’t tell me about the dead
Tell me about the living
If i were the King
I’ll close more hospitals
To build more Theatres
People get more healed there anyway.
Don’t tell me about Love
Tell me about Sex,
If I were the king
I will stop the use of condoms
To build people’s home
Fornication is because we have an option Anyway.
Don’t tell me about what is legal
Tell me about the unlawful
If I were the king
I will close more tribunals
To build my own tribunals
All lawyers are liars Anyway.
Tell me about life when I’m gone
If I were the King
I will close more churches
To build more cemeteries
We’re all going to die Anyway.
Don’t tell me about the dead
Tell me about the living
If i were the King
I’ll close more hospitals
To build more Theatres
People get more healed there anyway.
Don’t tell me about Love
Tell me about Sex,
If I were the king
I will stop the use of condoms
To build people’s home
Fornication is because we have an option Anyway.
Don’t tell me about what is legal
Tell me about the unlawful
If I were the king
I will close more tribunals
To build my own tribunals
All lawyers are liars Anyway.
Dec 12, 2006
RING-A-RING-A-ROSIE
One of the surfers of the earth wisdom
I declare, I belong
We write about the rite
We create, they cry
These feelings I get
Disorderliness in man
This allergy I have got
Lairs, mongers, foes and game people
How do I move?
How do I dance?
How do I write?
And for why do I?
Ring-a-ring-a-rosie
This theatre is full of roses.
* * * * *
Yet I can’t dance
trapped all over
Our patron, a couple of mongers
our friends, a bunch of foes
And I swear not to be a prey
Why is man in here?
Running after fiction
I just need a stage to be seen
Maybe I’m wrong like every other,
But without pretence, I CAN’T
Once again I’m out of my mind
And this time I promise its over
ring-a-ring-a-rosie
this theatre if fool of proses
We all fall down afterwards.
I declare, I belong
We write about the rite
We create, they cry
These feelings I get
Disorderliness in man
This allergy I have got
Lairs, mongers, foes and game people
How do I move?
How do I dance?
How do I write?
And for why do I?
Ring-a-ring-a-rosie
This theatre is full of roses.
* * * * *
Yet I can’t dance
trapped all over
Our patron, a couple of mongers
our friends, a bunch of foes
And I swear not to be a prey
Why is man in here?
Running after fiction
I just need a stage to be seen
Maybe I’m wrong like every other,
But without pretence, I CAN’T
Once again I’m out of my mind
And this time I promise its over
ring-a-ring-a-rosie
this theatre if fool of proses
We all fall down afterwards.
Dec 5, 2006
Perdu.
Les combats de l’homme commencent
même avant sa naissance,
venir au monde, sortir des tripes de Maman
n’est que simple jeu
Comparé à mes luttes subséquentes,
je me suis battu pour enfin connaître ma société
et j’ai eu envie de parler.
Je me bats pour fuir,
je me bats pour mourir
et quitter cette terre où l’enfant va naître
est si chanceux non né.
pendant que certains vivent tels des rois,
la majorité a les yeux rivés au ciel
j’ai la conviction que l’opprimé rira le dernier
quand viendra mon tour?
Oh ma terre oh Dieu
comment puis-je être heureux
alors que je suis si malchanceux de faire partie
de ceux qui naissent
à cette époque de terreur sur terre.
…je m’en fou
je m’en fiche de ce que demain peut m’apporter
puisque mon passé et mon présent m’ont tout pris
et n’ont rien apporté d’autre que la tristesse et misère,
comme tout vient et s’en va
il m’est si dur d’effacer mon passé
même avant sa naissance,
venir au monde, sortir des tripes de Maman
n’est que simple jeu
Comparé à mes luttes subséquentes,
je me suis battu pour enfin connaître ma société
et j’ai eu envie de parler.
Je me bats pour fuir,
je me bats pour mourir
et quitter cette terre où l’enfant va naître
est si chanceux non né.
pendant que certains vivent tels des rois,
la majorité a les yeux rivés au ciel
j’ai la conviction que l’opprimé rira le dernier
quand viendra mon tour?
Oh ma terre oh Dieu
comment puis-je être heureux
alors que je suis si malchanceux de faire partie
de ceux qui naissent
à cette époque de terreur sur terre.
…je m’en fou
je m’en fiche de ce que demain peut m’apporter
puisque mon passé et mon présent m’ont tout pris
et n’ont rien apporté d’autre que la tristesse et misère,
comme tout vient et s’en va
il m’est si dur d’effacer mon passé
Lost face.
The struggles of man begins even before birth,
getting out of mother's womb was a mere game
compared to my subsequent struggles.
I try to stand up and be counted,
i exert myself to walk with series of staggers and falls,
Going through the four corners of life,
i still labour to survive,
I was born in a land where sun neither sets nor rises,
i look to the heavens for the April showers
to wash away my pains and tears of sorrow.
i get my fair share of miserable days,
Days of fighting the scourge
Of oppressors and thieves in the land,
Days of laughing scornfully at death.
Days of determination to survive,
I'm so unfortunate to be born
In this age of terror in my land.
Oh my own land so pray,
where can I find this freedom I so crave?
The land has made me whatever I am today,
…i don’t care.
I no longer care about what tomorrow may bring
As my past and present has sapped everything
and brought nothing other than misery,
as everything comes and goes,
It’s so hard to leave my past behind.
getting out of mother's womb was a mere game
compared to my subsequent struggles.
I try to stand up and be counted,
i exert myself to walk with series of staggers and falls,
Going through the four corners of life,
i still labour to survive,
I was born in a land where sun neither sets nor rises,
i look to the heavens for the April showers
to wash away my pains and tears of sorrow.
i get my fair share of miserable days,
Days of fighting the scourge
Of oppressors and thieves in the land,
Days of laughing scornfully at death.
Days of determination to survive,
I'm so unfortunate to be born
In this age of terror in my land.
Oh my own land so pray,
where can I find this freedom I so crave?
The land has made me whatever I am today,
…i don’t care.
I no longer care about what tomorrow may bring
As my past and present has sapped everything
and brought nothing other than misery,
as everything comes and goes,
It’s so hard to leave my past behind.
Dec 3, 2006
Ojiya
Wretched of the earth  The wretched of the earth. before giving up their lives to dust, they are the wretched of the earth. |
i'm LEAVING
Stop this coach I’m leaving
Leaving this isle of winter
Leaving first for the Sex City
Though all I’ve wanted is sex
and love making without condoms
I’m going far away from this land
to get closer to reality,
My endure got me here
My virtue you can’t understand
Tell Yewande I love her still
She’s all remaining
in the wrecked part of my heart
I have chosen my footpath
I shall be on this wrecked ship
To certainly stay for another rain
And surely come back
to give my testimony
Absence of the stars
Once again the moon and sun has planned another reunion,thinking of how to make today a reality of what they dreamt of yesterday,
and make tomorow just another day
but the stars were absent,
So its weakness became an advantage for them.
They came to tell us about thier great God,
then fell in love with the gods of our fathers.
Maybe this is another evolution...
Yet they complain "You dirty, you never take you bath,
never you elegant? you prefer to be seen
in the compound of pigs, you beggars".
So our weakness has become an advantage for them.
Sounds of lamentation
In my surgeon to the coast of many colours
That brings forth colourful smiles to nature,
Here comes the autumn of November
Their birds immigrating in bunch
The trees giving up their colours to ashes
And our smoking chimney whistles day and night,
The sound of Lamentation
HE HAS BEEN HERE
Hopeless animals in the nearby transparent forest
The more strong still eating up the more weak
Before the white bear returns.
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