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#Nigeria : TY Bello's The future Is here ( We are Nigeria ) but what kind of future ?

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Some sixteen days ago, I ran into the recently released video of TY Bello's The future online.


The only thing I can't excuse in the recording is the noticeable auto-tune overlay on the vocals but that is minor. Everything else in the release is sterling.

Its camera-work; Those subtle pans in the 240 seconds video recording are as brilliant, as they are exceedingly simple. 

In addition, TY Bello's production team deserves a lot of credit for the maturity of storytelling that is central to TY's theme in The Future. The video has some some intelligently composited background shots which fits, the perfectly positive overall intention of the recording.  

It seems to me that TY, in The Future, attempts to capture the mood of an emergent generation of people, young people in namespace Nigeria who are trapped in an intriguing political narrative that is pregnant with a lot of hope, and opportunity but riddled with a lot of uncertainties. 

Suffice to add that TY's  video, forget the lyrics, is a narrative in itself that dares to capture the varying and boundless composition of emotion that is the face of the Nigerian. In places, it can be a wonderful story. In most places, its a disheartening story of a people so abused, The future should no longer be a promise....

I am not going to take away from the clever use of shadows, lighting and engulfing fades by trying to describe them. They all tell their own story in their intelligent &  transparent use. Brilliant.

And TY is a beautiful sister too. There are some tasty dance-steps, towards the final fade-out of the whole video that, watching them - no matter what mood you were, is infectious.

You have to be Nigerian, or dance Nigeria to understand.

The flash-it-and-disappear-it technique with which her editing team made those dance-steps, with the finger rolls, and the body-frame twists, ultimately infuses joy. 

The radiance that oozes from the different and colourful attires, on display, on the various faces and bodies of the Nigerian,  in the Future's shots  too are visually arresting.  

I have since found myself going back to watch the pictures, every now and then; Most especially  when I am in a dire need of inspiration. 

TY's The future is here, is one, every parent should have no problems in buying for their young ones, if for nothing, surely for the transcendental way it somehow transports the brain, into a positive zone.

There is artistic excellence, of superior coordinates, coming out from The Future, and TY Bello's team should be proud...

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On another breath, the overall sensation one gets from the increasing force and visibility of youthful energy, in Nigeria these days, is that of a people getting done.

A people already done with being taken for a ride for too long, for ever.

And it helps that, in all substance, the era of the stock of the 60s, of which expired emperor Olusegun Obasanjo's (mal)administration was the last-card is over. 

Suddenly, the space is wide open and young people of namespace Nigerian are learning to dream. And actually feel their dreams fly. This is the spirit within which, I admire TY Bello's audacious mix up there. 

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However, now that  Nigeria's presidential elections are over, and there is a seeming air of relief in some places that the electioneering process was largely sensible, anyone who is proclaiming a future for the hapless people of namespace Nigeria, should not be stopping at the mere declaration of 'that' future.

It is crucial to ask, what sort of Future ?  

Yet again, a lot of ordinary people have been murdered in Northern Nigeria, in senseless post-election killings that expose the hypocrisy of Nigeria's diseased elites, most especially the thieving Northern extraction, as exhibited in the monsterous kill-gang of poor, ignorant and heavily indoctrinated people they have grown brimming in their backyards all these years.

Take the whole concept of Nigeria's NYSC for example, the scheme - to my mind - is one that has outlived its extant usefulness.

The only reason Nigeria's NYSC is still standing, standing in its current form, is because it is a corruption machinery for every single person and clique in the top echelon of the program's administration. In Abuja and in namespace Nigeria.

Perhaps the NYSC was useful in the 70s. Maybe. 

But as with all things in namespace Nigeria, the NYSC's format, its appeal, in fact the NYSC's essential character  is rooted in the vision, and processes that were envisioned in the 70s.

In the 70s, people used typewriters.

The program, as is, is an insensitive waste of time, energy and youth and it should have been scrapped a lot of years ago.  

Asking that the NYSC be scrapped is not so much because the NYSC cannot be evolved, but the people who insist on having NYSC, the scheme's owners, are people who have continually shown they cannot be trusted with the kind of thought-process that will evolve a new NYSC. And speaking of the NYSC and the Future, in light of recent heart-breaking news, my deepest thoughts and sympathies with the families and friends of Ukeoma Aikfavour and many other young Nigerians who lost their future, in the trenches of Northern Nigeria under the force of a pointless and forced serve-your-father program. If, and when we claim TY's future, we will do well not to forget these people - true heroes, slain mercilessly by supposed fellow citizen...

The more I contemplate the future TY Bello does a fine job of espousing in the video here, and superimpose the brimming reality of today on it, I am  convinced the most fundamental question that confronts the ongoing Goodluck Jonathan presidency is the unresolved 50 year one-liner: Who is a Nigerian ?

Central Bank Governor Sanusi Lamido has a statement to the effect  “So, anybody that is still preaching that the problem of Nigeria is Yoruba or Hausa or Fulani, he does not love Nigeria. The problem with Nigeria is that a group of people from each and every ethnic tribe is very selfish. The poverty that is found in Maiduguri is even worse than any
poverty that you find in any part of the South." floating within the closed gardens of Facebook.

I have serious problems with that assertion; The governor assumes - just as all of Nigeria's federal leaders have done to date - that just because the namespace that is Nigeria pretend to the illusion of acceleration, as they say fumbling and wobbling ahead, while in the real sense moving backwards, currently to an impending crash, as if an embodiment of Michael Jackson's legendary moonwalk, that everything will be fine for as long as there exists an Aso Rock, a Super Eagles and the Oil pumps are rolling down the Delta. This assumption is flawed.

The important posers, to Governor Sanusi are numerous and I proceed with a degree of caution as I am yet to to read his entire context: Is he and by implication, his team in the heart of Abuja aware at all, that Nigeria is merely a namespace, which means different things to him, or to the monster of Ota in expired emperor Olusesgun Obasanjo, or the lunatic of Minna in Ibrahim Babangida or to  the inhuman witch of Katsina in Turai Yaradua just as it means different things to Samson Siasia or to that con-artist swede football Coach - Laggerback, just as Nigeria means different things to those Oyinbo people in those foreign embassies in Abuja, or to the British Prime minister, or to the British Monarchy, let alone Obama. Is he aware that Nigeria means different things to people in my grandmother's village compared to the thousands of Nigerian elite children who mill around the streets of London and New York, whatever context you choose to apply meaning ?

You cannot be asked to love that, which you do not see, nor feel nor value. It does not make sense. 

Nigeria, as is, is a contraption and  I would rather like to know what he did, or has done to try and persuade his presidents - the dead, and the living - on redefining Nigeria.

Time is running out for well connected high officers like governor Sanusi. And they should know it.

The resolution of the question of what it means to be a Nigerian, make no fuzzy mistake about it,  is central to any chance of the Future, that TY sings about.

And I am leading TY, in asking all Nigerian public officers -  standing, elected and hibernating -  that if we are to actually begin our Future, we need to actually define that Nigeria. And the time is now.

On the other hand, just as TY Bello's prophetic artwork is timely, there is even more urgency in the need for young Nigerians, as typified by TY Bello's target audience in The Future,  to start demanding their their trip from the tickets they have ordered for the likes of president Goodluck Jonathan whose screaming personal shortcomings notwithstanding, they have somehow found a way to perpetuate in office.

How Nigerians found to dissociate Goodluck Jonahtan from the stockpile and DNA of his travel-mates, or the staggering educational or shall one say linguistic mediocrity of his wife, let alone the murderous gangsterism, and senselessness  of his PDP family to 'win' a clandestinely but heavily rigged presidential election process is an intriguing question for political analysis of years to come; Clearly, the mood and texture such analysis will have depends, in fact rests on on what Goodluck Jonathan makes of his Nigeria. And time is ticking, fast.

Personally, having assessed his presidency since Nigeria survived the ridiculous show of idiocy that was the height of Yaraduanism and Andooakanism, of recent memory, I  am not persuaded one bit, that his new presidency will be any different.

The way things are shaping out, President Goodluck Jonathan may well be the last Nigerian president, if the foretelling of his character in the last few months is anything to go by.

Bu there is always immense opportunity in the flow and feel of breathing. Hope is a very good thing. Without hope, there is little or no margin for life to mean anything...

Nearly a year ago, some of the president's men came over to the Nigeriavillagesquare forum to solicit Ideas for president Jonathan. The very clever assemblage of people in that forum came up with a compelling writeup, which holds a cache of some of the most straightforward solutions to unravelling namespace Nigeria's problem.

From where I stand, Goodluck Jonathan should be putting a lot of sleepless nights into implementing these with the desperation and intensity of a flight captain who is in charge of a crashing airplane.

Maybe then, he can be taken seriously. Either way, the cost of failure, or dithering - Abuja is terribly slow with decision making - will be patently more catastrophic than those mind boggling bombs his wife throw around in public.

As for TY Bello's next challenge - and who am I to do this ? - how about a lyrical one that reminds the people of the street of Nigeria that apart from their president, there are those Councillors, and Local Government Chairmen and Governors and University Professors, and Teachers, and Parents who they should be screaming out loud out at, for the trip to This Future ?

Also, It would be a very productive thing, to have some-place to immediately buy MP3 downloads of releases. It can be quite hard to buy Nigerian music if one is not in Lagos and that is not very clever. If The Future is here, we should be able to buy it, or download it even if we are truly awaiting to live it.

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#DaGrin - Ghetto Dreams the movie...

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Now, there is one movie, I am most definitely anticipating.



Let's hope it is half as extraordinary, in its art, as the character of the real & legendary DaGrin.

Can't wait.

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Seal.

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He is my favourite all time singer. That's within the context of his genre.

And listening to When a man is wrong at any moment activates my sensation. For Intense internal joy.

Let's not talk about love's Divine from Seal IV

He really does sing.

What strikes most - Seal's most defining character - is his relentless commitment to creative singing. From which point, potent art begins to grow into a life-form.

It can be breath-taking when you listen to Seal's collection. The only other necessity is to have quality sound production gears; Your desktop or iPod MP3 won't be able to do justice to this chap's lyrical intricacies.


When those moments does arrive, where you are trying to make sense of the chaotic complications that life will throw at you, Human Being will get you through.

It is a good thing, the world at large don't see it - what we see.

Seal.

Beauty...

Da Grin Freestyle...

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Its your boy Da grin...

Can you see me

Can you feel me

E ti mo mi tele

Mo lo rin le nu go itune.
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won a no wo je bi governor

mo wa lati Surulere, mo wa represent ni Ogba....

Mo ti relocate be Charles Taylor/





Ha!

Of all the beautiful things this kid can be eternally remembered for, his top class sense of poetry -eerh! rap - remains the most understated.

Speechlessness inducing stuff...

Such a shame, it had to end that way, that soon...

Da Grinny Lessons...

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It is only fitting that I make a quick confession. I never knew Da Grin. 

But he was the embodiment of that little star, that shines, sparkling enough that you had to see it. Feel it. And then miss it when it finally fades away.

But to say I never knew him was totally incorrect. I had listened to Ewe Lowo many times after coming in contact with the unquestionably 5 star collaboration - of a hiphop mix - featuring Oluwe, via djmightymikes mixtapes(http://bit.ly/2j0Aip). 

But having listened, and lived through the escape beauty of hip hop in the 90's when Tupac Shakur's genius simply elevated an incredible, oft misunderstood art-form - of music, multi-dimenstional expression, Holy rebellion and poetry to yet unsurpassed heights, I had always fought with the solemn voice that haunts  deep within: This was not real. It was not that American hip hop did not connect, but the problem was that we were forced to connect to it. It was one way. Via 50 cents, through The Bone Thugs, down to JadaKiss and escaping via SnoopDogg into WarrenG into the DMX streets...It was art in the colours of the deep ghettos of America.

Then, HipHop was culture, but it was culture from foreign brothers. As we listened, Walkman in one hand, to some of the finest Dr.Dre's evergreen collection of West-Coast records, the real sub-conscious antagonised the distance, in the reality of it all. 

That a day will come, when you would slam on a CD player, and listen to top notch Hip Hop mixes performed exclusively in Yoruba, dare I say Yorub-ish (my fancy expression for an eclectic mix of Yoruba rhymes interspersed in an arresting manner  with authentic narrative of the tales of horror, dashed hopes, confusion, oppression and dreams - the stuff of the hinterlands of Nigeria's ghetto )was a pressing illusion that keep sketching itself mentally, yet one couldn't quite make up.

And then Came Mode Nine. Kai, enter 9ice. And then came Da Grin. And a host of others who simply mixed drums, synths and lyrical imprints in beautiful ways that makes you shake. If it did not get you thinking.

These new range of Nigeria's rap essemble simply brought that fantasy world of our-hip-hop alive.

I remember vividly playing up 9ice's street credibility over and over again and melting away at the awesomeness in the unhindered lyrical depth; The Yoruba was incisive. It was truly /out-of-9ija.

The patterns, pauses, the cheer intensity of the delivery was right on top of the pack. Totally different, yet conformist.

I have always found time to track the performances of these continental gems -of musical art, but to expect that such bundle of rap-phenomenon - Da Grin, would be gone today was an unthinkable proposition. 

But that is the reality of today. And that is where the lessons, sad realities of the name-space we refer hopelessly to Nigeria begin to haunt you. I will not recount the horrors of the Da Grin tragedy here

It is bad enough that such a bundle of entertainment value would have to be rescued by police patrol vehicles after a car crash. By Nigeria's hopeless standards - and I say that with the deepest sense of regret -  Da Grin was a lucky boy. You dare not ask me how it was we couldn't have a fairly decent rescue system in the dead system...

After-all, the substantive president ( I hope that makes Mrs. Turai happy meanwhile )  of Nigeria is currently housed in some random mobile Intensive Care Unit somewhere in the extreme corners of Abuja right now.

All of the supposed, University Teaching Hospitals in the entire x and y axis of Nigeria is not presidential enough to cope with the degree of his medical illness and complications. Forgive the diplomacy. And he has been dying to live officially since November last year...Ongoing Tragedy.

The real tragedy of the Da Grin shocking loss, is in the helplessness of the entire remnant of healthcare in namespace Nigeria to be useful.

And a bigger tragedy is in the notion that there are hundreds, probably thousands of folks who - somewhere in an artificially air-conditioned office in the fairy-tale Abuja capital - pretend to represent the face of government, and healthcare in Nigeria. I have since looked around for Madam reBrand's statement on the loss of one of Nigeria's most worthwile exportable product, of an artist, of a musician, of a genius and I am still searching....

She only gets to speak when there is some dubious rebrand project to sell, or some political calculus to compute. That is when she is not busy marrying off her lineage to the Americas...

They all have a face when it is time for the yearly distribution, heck! slicing, of Billions and Billons of Petrodollars in budgetary allowance. Most of the time, for doing nothing.

Rather, for superintending over the continual loss of stars, men, women, children and quite simply: Continental heroes! Some unsung; People of Da Grin's status and stature, people who connect with the daily experiences and rhymes of Da Grin. People who cannot be escaped to Saudi Arabia.... People Da Grin energised, gave hope in his compositions.

Still, following the reactions of Nigerians on the Internet-phere last night as the devastating loss of the Da Grin hit home, I could not but notice another tragedy.

The convenient ease with which too many Nigerians default every failure, in fact, every of our simple but pathetic realities to God. We blame god for everything. We let Iwu - that joke of a professor steal away votes, and then let them hypnotize us that only God gives power?

We let them send their children to schools in the Americas and the USA and the UK and then complain when they cannot be bothered that schools are locked up for months, non stop while we waste away in one church corner to another ?

It is most encapsulated in the summation that too many people throw around: God! knows best. Or its other variant, God is in control.

While I am not about, to stir up any undue tensions as to declare the non existence of a god who took away Da Grin, or who let it happen, or who could have or could not save him, Is it not time Nigerian Youths recognise that If there ever was a god - he is not saving Nigeria ?

Is it not time, Nigerians bond together to absolutely demand the barest minimum from the loonies who parade themselves as leaders ?

And Is it not time, that Nigerian youths recognise that the real tragedy of Da Grin's death is not so much of why it happened, but of the many tens of ways in which it was an exit that was pretty much ahead of time ?

Is it not time that we all demand the closure of this joke of a country - in order that we might begin afresh, If it has to come to that ?

Yet, In every tragedy, so long as there is the rest of us, who survive with the grin on our faces, there is opportunity.

As the namespace, Nigeria continue to struggle with the basics of democracy, the year 2011 is just around the corner.

The biggest lessons you and I should be taking away from our grinned faces, is that the collection of men who lord it over us by way of the PDP and their callous inattention to just how much of us - our very best - we lose to their collective incompetence, has to be defeated!

In the spirit of those three-liners that defined the glorious elevation of Barrack Obama to the highest of Offices in the United States, Yes, We Can!

Da Grin, lived believing just that... And He did.

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REVIEWS: MOVIE: BEFORE SUNRISE - A snapshot of the 'unknown' that relationship is...

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What do you say to such movies?

that find a way to capture reality,
everyday expressions,
of love, and the incapacity of us to actually define it,
or the unending ways, of tension and random exhibition of
really weird, bodily feelings the hallmark of relationships?

Well, I have just completed Before Sunrise and I am speechless, not so much because of the beyond realistic and everyday conversations that define its dialogue, but so much by the overall question of a cinematic product this brilliant!

How could any writer piece together such random mumble jumble ?
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Even more daring, how did any producer imagine putting actors and actresses together,
to ever characterize this ?
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How does anyone ever put such realistic questions,
tensions, madness, and sometimes, stark truth, feel-able ones, into drama ?

These two - Julie Delpy + Ethan Hawke in


somehow manages to achieve
that ultimate highpoint...in movie-making, where all aspects of the storytelling, becomes a life-form in itself.

You are gonnna need 90 minutes of your life, to watch and truly appreciate Before Sunrise;

But if you had in your DNA, the wholesome knowledge of what 'feel' is, the everyday reality so
deeply captured in this movie, will jump at you and stick. If you are in a relationship; perhaps it will make an extraordinary watch to be together while waiting before sunrise...

Incredible movie. Impossible acting! wow!

The replication of the so much unknown that PASSION is...