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The Bad Tooth!
The Bad Tooth!
(Mr Baba)
You see, Mr Baba's children rarely went out, they returned from
school and then attended to their evening classes with a tutor who
came to the house to take them on mathematics and social studies,
and even English language. Afterwards they watched television for a
few hours and then retired to bed. I on the other hand had a lot more
freedom. I would return from school and hit the streets, played
football with my friends and only returned home when I was hungry.
Television was hardly my thing as my father only had a black and
white set, when all our neighbors watched their pictures in colors.
The arrangement worked for my father as long as I returned home
before dark. I liked to think that my father let me be free so he didn't
have to become too much of a doting father as I was his only child,
he probably wanted me to experience the world by myself. Even on
the days when he would ask that I come over to the workshop after
school, that I would refuse because I didn't fancy carpentry, he
would scold me for disobeying is orders. He however understood
that I wasn't interested in his line of trade. Later on, he would put me
in evening classes so I didn't just lay about after school and on
weekends, especially weekends.
The head teacher, the mualim was expected to supervise the sharing
of the food. He, the head teacher only answered to the imam and
every other teacher or student answered directly to him. The most
senior students ate first and then everyone else. I was right at the
very bottom of the food chain and so waiting was a long one. I and
my peers watched as the bigger boys ate to their fill, and even served
themselves some more. I approached the head teacher and asked
why the seniors were still getting food and we were waiting, he said
it was procedure and I had to wait my turn. Since I had the balls to
speak however, I got a serving of a full plate real quick. He said I
should stay with the seniors and eat. He said he liked me that I had
character and was brilliant, that one day I would become like him if I
paid attention and obeyed instructions.
Father looked at me and then looked back to the teacher, I could tell
he liked that I spoke up for the way the seniors handled the little
feast. In the course of this book, you will find my father to be a very
practical and understanding man. He said thank you to the teacher
and said I deserved the whip and he would probably give me more
when we got home. He said nothing to me on the five-minute walk
back home that evening, I walked quietly beside him and after he sat
down at dinner he asked 'what exactly do you want to do with
yourself?'
(Life choices)
I tossed, and turned, and turned. The heat was killing me. I reached
for the hand fan on the table right beside me, I stared at the wall
clock and it was just past midnight. The night was still very young.
The dry season heat was unbearable and I had plenty other reasons
to be restless. Earlier that day I had walked out on my lecturer and I
might never return to school again. I had imagined that tertiary
education would bring unprecedented knowledge my way and
almost two years in and I had changed my mind. The institution of
education suddenly looked like a joke to me and I couldn't take the
mediocrity for another day.
The vice chancellor was famous for his no nonsense policy and
steadfastness towards his work, his class was the first I took. I was
impressed that the VC was also giving lectures, especially to
freshmen. Physics had never been my thing but he sure made it
interesting. After class I started to feel I could fit in there after all. I
didn't feel the same way after two other lecturers came in and most
people could barely hear them talk. The Vice chancellor had his
own personal sound system which was installed before he walked in.
The other lecturers didn't, so the farther you were from the front row
the lesser you could hear them. Students murmured and even
screamed "we can't hear you sir" occasionally. They were sometimes
over a thousand of us in the the theater.
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After juggling work with school for a full year, the pressure was on
and I was moving closer each day to making a choice between one
of the two.
Lecturers came and left, repeating all of the newer versions of the
old things I was thought in senior secondary school. Rumors were
being heard of an impending strike, and I had to go through the
youth service corp after four years within the school walls.
Possibility of getting a good paying job afterwards was pretty slim,
unemployment had always been a thing in the Nigerian economy,
plus I didn't even know if zoologists worked anywhere in the city.
Maybe at the university, but I had not intended to be a lecturer. My
father was being bled dry for my tuition and I was sure he couldn't
wait for me to graduate and begin to pay him back for the rest of my
life.
(Then We Die)
The lesson is in those things, we make and break them at will. They'll
never argue or complain. The ones amongst us who let them go the
quicker, may arrive at the stunning newness of the future first. Then
age happens and we start to become corrupt. The future has become
too fast to chase, we start to scheme, we start to find ways to bring
the future to us.........to my point; Such is how we must see the world
if we are to find any peace living in it, that we are like these things to
our own creator(s) too. I always say that the flesh is the payment we
get for doing whatever it is the creator has put us here to do. We
have no inkling what the task(s) is/are. I however reason that we are
doing it/them irrespective of what we are going through, what we
believe or where we live. As long as we are alive and hearty. A
television will always show picture for as long as there's power and
all its parts are in good working condition. Same way every human
seeks to be sound of body and mind to be at peace.
The people who raised us are the first and most important template
of our lives. We will go into the world with their fears and blessings
and curses alike. No number of machines and schools shall be
enough to balance the percentage of the Haves and the Have Nots.
The means by which we create wealth shall constantly shift, only a
handful who are dedicated to the pursuit of such acquisitions shall
find the new path; but ambition is not something everyone has, some
people just don't, as in have it. This is so simply because of the
points I made earlier. People go to hunt with the words their
guardians spoke the most to them. Some carry little inhibitions while
others bear too much of that luggage. Each person will make
decisions based on the information they have. Some find balance
between history and the moment, others simply don't. We were given
a destiny at birth, freewill is given when we reach the age of
pleasure and responsibility.........Then we die.
4
(Regimes)
General Yayi Abada was a career coup plotter. He had been involved
in more successful coup de tats than any other Nigerian soldier in
history. A man of many reputations, he worked his way to the top of
the army and kicked out the civilian president who was said to have
been clueless.
One reform at a time the general breathed life back into the economy
and the country was on its way to world domination. Currency was
stabilized, farms yielded more crops, and the foreign reserve grew.
General Abada was indeed pleased with his own progress; I say his
own because most people didn't share his enthusiasm. Speculations
were that the more powerful countries around the world didn't get
along with him, and their lack of support for his government pitched
him against international politics. I have no real insight on the matter
as I was only eleven then, but there were indications that things were
pretty bad. Like at a certain point people had to go in droves to saw
mills and haul saw dusts back home in sacks, for use as part of a
local stove, the Abada stove. It saved our lives in my house for many
weeks. Father was hardly getting work and the price of kerosine kept
climbing.
——-
I first heard at school from other students that Bali had been
sentenced to death. Even though we were all teenagers, the entire
school felt a sense of loss. My Christian religious knowledge (CRK)
teacher came to class that day, and the first thing he said was; I can
remember clearly because the entire class said amen. He said may
the lord save Nigeria, good people are being slaughtered, while evil
men roam the land freely. I got home and the entire street had people
in small groups, talking at every corner. You could tell that people
were trying to make up their minds or were waiting for someone to
come do it for them. It looked like war could break out, like people
could just match to the capital and remove Abada from office.
No such thing happened. by the next day people were going back to
work, even though the air was dull with helplessness. Bali was
scheduled for execution the day after. Abada had won, he had broken
the people. At dawn he would eliminate their hero and everything
would return to how he preferred.
We heard rumors that certain royal chiefs had been to the general to
plead and negotiate the release of the activist. Abada had walked
them out, asking them to return when there was something of
profound importance to discuss. Clerics and business tycoons alike
had visited the head of state, everyone seemed to be concerned that
things could escalate if Bali were to be executed, everyone but
Abada.
The next day was a Saturday, I slept a little longer because I didn't
have school. I woke up at past eight. I saw father sitting on the edge
of the bed. It was a one room apartment and I slept on the couch.
Mother walked in almost immediately and said "ootó ni, o wa lori
television, lori iroyin, lodo Iya Kiki" (it is true, it's on the news on
mama Kiki's television). Mama Kiki was the neighbor who had a
generating set, there was no power that morning so we relied on her
for the news... Abada was dead.
I walked out to the front of the house to find other tenants sitting
outside in tiny cells. The entire street was flooded with people.
Some were having conversations in whispers, but they all seemed
content with the news. Although they were all still in shock, hoping
that it was true. That Abada was truly dead. Everyone pondered on
how possible it was that he died on the day Bali was to be executed.
Bali came on television to say thank you to the people for their
ceaseless support while he was incarcerated. He said that it was a
new dawn, the end of a dictatorship and the beginning of a
democracy. The ruling class had not seen such widespread
celebration at the passing of a leader. Road blocks were mounted on
every street, people bought each other free drinks. By the evening of
the day of Abada's passing, it was a full-blown party. It was decided
by a faction of whatever group of shot callers that remained in the
government that Bali became president, seeing that he was the
people's favorite. His presence in the state house would calm the
people and an election would follow to bring the country back into
democratic rule. Another faction refuted the decision, citing that Bali
was an activist who wouldn't know a thing about governing a
country.
It was a few weeks after abada's death that Bali was also
assassinated on his way to his newly refurbished office, in a
highbrow area in lagoon city. No one really cared for the cause of
the death of the former head of state, but everyone became
interested when their hero too had followed. Speculations were
numerous. Some insist till date that it was the western powers who
had interest in the Nigerian polity that took out both men, that the
installation of Bali was going to cause more trouble as some very
powerful supporters of Abada were still lurking in the corridors of
power. These men and women believed that some interest group
took out their benefactor and that it was done for the purpose of
making Bali president. The western powers then decided that if both
men were taken out, a neutral interim government could be sworn in
and stability would return.
Another round of speculation was that both men died as a result of
spiritual intervention. That it was God and/or the spirits of the land
who killed them both to save the people unnecessary hardship.
Another group believed that it was all inside job. Some new
elements had surfaced and needed to take power and keep it for
themselves. These new players had approached both the head of
state and Bali, separately of course to get each man to back down
and make way for a new regime. The inability of this group to get
both men to play ball led to their demises.
I turned her around and back into bed. Laying her down, I trailed
kisses down her navel as I found her wetness. The proof of her
arousal was incontestable. I put a finger inside her, and then another.
I moved gently in an in and out fashion, moving my fingers in a
circle simultaneously. She pushed my head into her dripping
wetness, arching her back in a heightened feeling of pleasure. I
sucked on her finger sized clitoris, wrapping both lips snugly around
her now erect organ. I gently ran the tip of my tongue up and down
and round and round it, with my lips holding it in place. She grabbed
my head with both hands. She tried to pull me away then she buried
my face back in. I knew she couldn't hold her desire for much
longer. I rubbed a finger gently across the entire length of her
softness. I resumed work on her erect organ, tasting every corner of
her sweetness. I folded my tongue around it, making circular
motions...She came undone, I watched her unravel. Her whole body
vibrated, she tried to close her legs around my head, and then she
relaxed her hold. I moved my head and she turned on her side,
closing her eyes still. More soft moans escaped from her lips.
We laid down for a while and said nothing, time had stopped and the
world was perfect. She rolled onto her side, facing me. I kept
looking at the ceiling. She placed one hand on my chest, my heart
was still pounding. She pulled closer and placed her head there
instead. I trailed a finger down the length of the hollow of her back,
such where the nights with Rachael.
We met about two years before. She was a fashion designer and a
friend had recommended her products. She made buba and sokoto fit
so well, he had said. Her designer suits were even as good, I later
confirmed. We scheduled to meet at her office where she spent
fifteen minutes taking details of my measurement and seeking my
opinion on how I wanted the clothes to fit. She was quite detailed
and professional. We ended up having lunch together after, we were
instantly drawn to each other. I said I was hungry and she said I must
have read her mind.
The next time I saw Rachael was at the club where My very good
friend drew worked as a manager, He had ran the 'poison' night club
for two years, and since we became friends I usually go there to
hang with him. It was a Friday and Drew was preparing for the
crowd that would later troop in that evening, he left me in his office.
Rachael delivered my clothes herself, I bet she wanted to see me as
badly as I wanted to see her too. She dropped the bag on the floor as
soon as she came into drew's office where I was waiting for her and
came straight to the desk. The evening before, while we were
exchanging text messages, she said she couldn't wait to kiss me on
the lips. She bent towards me as I sat expectant of her move. She
kissed me as promised and I responded, holding the back of her head
and gently pulling her into a wet kiss. It was the first love we made,
and soon we were doing it in every part of the night club, and my
apartment, and her office and apartment too. Drew walked into his
office once to find me pounding her hard on his desk, he quietly
backed out of the office.
My career had kicked off nicely and I already scored a few number
one hits. Gigs were pouring in and I was a pop star in my own right.
I greatly enjoyed the company of many women and Rachael was
meant to be just one of my many conquests. I was however feeling
different about her. Maybe because she was such a great lay and a
great cook too. On many occasions when I would visit her
apartment, she would prepare some of the most mouth watering
dishes I ever tasted. Even when she visited mines, the food was
always good. Rachael could also hold a conversation. I could talk to
her about anything, she also always had good advice for me. I
always wanted to be a part of everything she did, I watched her draw
designs of her clothes late at night, and I would make her tea to cool
off when she took a break.
A family of four lived in the other two bedrooms right after the
ogoros. The father was a deportee from Europe, and he kept his
family away from everyone as much as possible. His apartment was
first inhabited by a bus driver who lived there for almost ten years,
he moved out after he got a big contract with his uncle who was in
the government. He was said to have relocated to a satellite town not
so far away. This chapter is really about events that took place when
lucky the bus driver lived in that house.
Right across from our room, an older couple lived in the two
bedrooms to the left, they had maids who mostly consisted of their
young relatives who desperately wanted to live in the city. The
couple had no children of their own, even until I became a teenager
and they moved back to the village. The maids hawked wares for the
wife, the husband stayed with her all day. They never left each
other's company. People whispered gossips, saying that the woman
had put her husband under a spell, that he couldn't even dare think of
getting a new wife let alone have children. They said her controlling
tendencies wouldn't let children come to her.
A cherubim and seraphim woman lived in the two bedrooms right
after the older couple, opposite the driver’s apartment. She was a
spiritual healer, who made potions for people who had problems and
prayed for them also. Her husband didn't have a job, but I remember
he had charisma. He would later become a successful pastor in the
community, with the biggest church in the entire area.
On the top floor of the building, another three families resided in the
all two-bedroom apartments. The top floor of the building was a
construction that was done later, I was almost twelve when people
started moving in. Also, this chapter happened before that time. One
thing we all had in common however, was that we all shared the
bathrooms and toilets and kitchens on our respective floors. This was
the custom which such apartments. You had to wait till the neighbor
came out of the bathroom or toilet, you constantly squeezed to
manage space in the kitchen and try hard to not let anyone see what
was in your pot. The best option was to wait till no one was using
these amenities.
Armed robbery was very popular in the ghettos of lagoon city in the
90's. robbers would paste hand written letters on electric poles and
entrances, preparing people for their arrival which was never certain,
you just knew it would happen sometime soon. It was like
anticipating the coming of Christ, only it never took two thousand
years, maybe two weeks at most.
When the gun shots resumed, the children were asked to step inside
with their mothers. The men moved in the shadows towards the
sound. They agreed it was better to go wherever the robbery was
before it came to us. Several people came out from other houses and
streets, it was a classic case of people protecting themselves. Some
of the richer men who had guns fired warning shots to alert the
robbers as to the availability of protection for the people of the area.
The police of course was nowhere to be found. Their excuse in cases
like that was either that they didn't have ammunition or the
firepower the robbers possessed was too much for them. People
believed the police gave their weapons to the robbers and that the
boys in return shared their loot with them. The situation in the
country was so bad, even the police officer didn't get paid well. The
politicians owned everyone and everything.
About seven that morning, two armed robbers were shown to the
entire community, they were said to have come from just a few
streets away from us, some people actually recognized their faces
and names. Any and everyone was allowed to get close to them and
knock their heads, or slap them. Some people even hit them with tree
branches, some with empty bottles. The two boys were the unlucky
of the lot. Over eighteen others were said to have escaped. Lucky the
driver gallantly brought out his gallon of gasoline and gracefully
poured his gasoline on their heads. The scene changed dramatically;
someone brought a match box full of matches of course. Within a
few blinks of the eye, the two robbers were ablaze and couldn't even
move very much. They had endured a massive beating, one already
had blood steadily pouring from the center of his head. With tires
holding their arms to their bodies, their movement was totally
limited. They burned and burned, the whole community watched,
and watched.
A few weeks after the lynching of the robbers, father took a trip to
the capital city of Abuja. A naval officer he worked for connected
him with a job there. I finally had no one to tell me what to do.
Mother let me be free, she trusted I could take care of myself. I
suspect she was worried about being too worried that I might get
hurt, that she let me roam free and let God. I was her only child after
all.
The ghetto of okaka town was one of the largest in lagoon city. Main
Street, where my father had his workshop was one of the busiest.
Apo, legagu and ilefide were other areas where people frequented
and happenings dominated. Legagu was where one could find
brothels and gambling spots. Every parent warned their kids to stay
away from there. As a teenager, I once visited one of the numerous
brothels there with my friends who were internet fraudsters, but
that's a story for another chapter. I met quite a number of young boys
my age at the football field at apo every other day. I lived at ilefide,
which was ten minutes walk to the field.
Abbey, who had passed away at the time this book was being
written. His brother kudus, and Seun, the son of the most popular
bread seller where all my closest friends at that point. I met them at
the football field. We would meet on weekends when schools were
closed, at a certain uncompleted building close to abbeys house.
Everyone came with whatever food items we could savage from our
mother’s kitchen. We cooked our own food and hung out at our
preferred location. It was like a cult, no one else was allowed inside.
I always brought garri and palm oil, mother never let those two
items finish at home. There were days when one or two of us didn't
come through with food items, and we had to make do with
whatever was available.
By the time father returned from his trip, I had become really
popular in the area. Picking fights with older boys and winning at
soccer. My skills at the sport was noticed by a neighbor who
promised to buy me boots and a jersey, he never came through
though. Father was furious, he came into town with a heavy heart as
his contract was terminated by a superior to his benefactor. Finding
his only son in the state I was infuriated him the more. He yelled at
mother for doing a poor job at keeping me well behaved. He dragged
me to an Arabic school different from the one I had been self-
expelled. Enrolled me and told the imam that I was strong headed
and needed special attention. There was a day he whipped me right
outside the Arabic school, I was missing classes and the imam had
reported to him.
I managed to pay attention at the new school and before too long I
could recite the Quran properly. The thing about how Arabic was
thought is this; you first learnt to read the book, then they told you
the meaning of what you have read. The step-by-step system used in
English schools, that helped kids be able to actually speak the
language was not applied. At a point I actually thought Arabic was a
spiritual language that somehow no one spoke anywhere, that it was
the language of Allah.
The imam met with the parents of the students who could recite the
book and were ready to graduate that phase. A ceremony was put
together as was the tradition. Father gathered all the money he had,
mother borrowed some. Family and friends were informed of my
great achievement and the date for the big celebration. I got two new
outfits, one for the ceremony proper, white garment and a red cap to
go with it, and another for the after party. The day of the event saw
hundreds of people in attendance. We were all together ten
graduating students, and we all had family and friends in attendance,
our parents’ family and friends.
The event kicked off on time and several imams from near and far
got invited. The time to recite the book by each graduating student
came, and I was the third in line. The events of that day changed my
life. It was the first time I would do anything in the presence of a
multitude. I read my bit and after I was done, the crowd cheered,
even imams got on their feet and everyone was greatly impressed for
reasons I was yet to find out. One of the visiting imams then said, '
this is the voice of a generation, this boy will take the glory of Islam
and his community to great heights'. I was the star of the show, and
that was the day I found out I had great vocal cords. Reciting the
Quran has some kind of tone to it that you would think the reciter
was singing.
(Racism)
My performance at the festival was not until two days later, I had
learnt that a host of very famous American singers were in town and
I also wanted to see their shows. Some of these big shots even stayed
at the same hotel as us. The Nigerian community had picked a
location for us to perform at and Nigerians in the diaspora were
expected to fill up the place, I was looking forward to a lot.
I thought about the events that brought about the slave trade, the
Arab and Atlantic slave trades respectively. I thought about how
such relationship could never be completely erased. I was sure, in
my analysis, that the ill treatment and disrespect blacks get
worldwide today stem from there. It is easy to think little of
someone who was once a slave in your household, even after they'd
been granted their freedom. I thought about how the slave masters
then returned and colonized the entire continent, after the business of
slavery became illegal. The decision to make the trade go away
didn't also come from black people, it was the same slavers who
decided it had to stop. By the year 2000, our economies now belong
to foreigners. Packing their bags and closing their factories would
make our entire countries look like villages.
I started to think about our role in the way things are. Could it be
that indeed as a collective we have no binding factors, no awareness
of what and who we are. That the constant intrusion of so called
higher civilizations is allowed over and over again. In Nigeria for
instance, whatever comes from abroad seems to have more value
than ideas that are home grown. Students who bag degrees abroad
are perceived to be better educated. Sports men and women who
want to make it big must play for leagues in Europe. Even the
entertainment industry has continued to struggle for decades,
musicians are seeking to go abroad and pursue a career there instead.
The best awards go to artistes who have the most international
affiliations. The desire to learn and compete with the rest of the
world is not there, we import everything and produce little or
nothing.
The location for the show turned out to be a small night club. About
say a hundred and fifty people attended the Nigerian concert. It was
nice to see fellow country people come watch us perform. The bulk
of our audience were students, Nigerians whose parents could afford
to pay tuition abroad. Most of these parents were also in the
government or affiliated to it. The universities back home are below
average, everyone else will go there except the wards of the public
office holders. My luggage had arrived and I enjoyed the rest of my
stay in Austin. I even saw some of my favorite American acts
perform. After five days in Texas, it was time to return home. I came
back to Nigeria a changed man, I had vowed to start with myself and
change everything. To become better and to grow though diligence.
Something I soon found to be a Herculean task.
8
(Iroko high)
Iroko high school was by far the most populated secondary school in
okaka town, it was also the school with the most notorious students.
Mother had sworn to never let me go there, even though every other
school of choice was still the same. It was the 90's and public
secondary schools all over the country were breeding grounds for
gangs, especially in lagoon city. The violence was senseless and
mediocre. Something as little as who gets to play football on the
field first led to full blown fights where machetes and charms were
brought into it. Then they had a football cup where schools from all
over the city competed. At the end of every edition was a big fight.
Someone had lost and felt cheated, someone won and rubbed it in
the faces of others who lost, someone was eyeing the girlfriend of
someone who lost and was already seeking an excuse to start a war.
Parents who could afford it sent their wards to private schools; the
private school business started to thrive as more parents became
worried for the safety of their children. I had the option of a few
other public secondary schools as my parents could only afford
those, but I had to settle fo iroko in the end because the others were
too far from home. Transportation fare alone could become a
problem over time, my father had noted. He said if I paid attention to
why I was going there and ignored the chaos, I could make it out of
school without getting mixed up in the madness. Mother had to let
go of her worries and developed a positive attitude, she preached to
me about remembering where I was coming from, and to pay no
mind to gangs while in school. She also settled for iroko because
information would reach her faster if something were to go wrong
during school hours.
Coincidentally I and Duru got the same sitting space, along with a
fairly pretty girl named Busola. The first day of school had begun
and we had 'social studies' class first. At break time I spent some of
my money on buns and a local beverage called zobo, I walked
around every corner of the school, getting familiar with my
surroundings. I wandered upstairs into the senior classes, I noticed
they were calmer and cleaner. Older boys hung about by the railing
in front of their classrooms in small groups, some were alone. I also
saw one or two couples, boys chatting up their girls. I was suddenly
eager to become a senior, then I felt a sharp pain at the back of my
head. "What are you doing here, you don't know this block is for
only seniors?" It was a knock, the senior student who had hit me
stood there looking down at me, I wasn't sure if I should be angry or
scared. Maybe indeed I was breaking the rules by being there or he
was just a bully.
My woes had only begun apparently. With all the other seniors
looking on, he told me I had committed a crime and must be dealt
with. He pulled my ear and dragged me by it into a classroom. He
drew a basket on the chalkboard and drew some fruits in it. He then
drew another basket that was empty and asked me to move all the
fruits into the empty basket. I looked at him square in the eye and
muttered "but that's impossible". I thought to myself that he was
either really daft or just a psychopath.
By this time a handful of other seniors were enjoying the show, I
could tell they'd seen something like that many times. I didn't move,
he knocked my head again from the back. This time my eyes became
wet with tears, I wanted to punch him in the gut, but he was a big
boy, bad idea.
The senior whose nickname I found was 'rebel' then gave me five
Naira and asked me to go to the cafeteria and get him snack and ice
cream worth twenty Naira. Again, I thought he had gone mad or
simply didn't know math. It was also an opportunity to get out of
there, so I didn't protest. I walked sluggishly out of the classroom
and down the stairs towards the field. You had to either cross the
football field or go around it to get to the food vendors. It was break
time, and a football match was on, I walked under the trees beside
the pitch and found the ice cream woman. I did as I was told,
spending fifteen Naira out of the twenty Naira I was saving for
myself, anything to make rebel happy. I turned around to walk back
to the senior’s block and someone ran into me, the meat pie fell in
thesand and the ice cream too. I could clean up the meat pie and
rebel might not notice as it wasn't damaged at all, it was still in the
paper wrap. but then the rubber casing holding the ice cream was
torn.
Some of the ice cream even spilled. Rebel would be mad for sure.
I was sure at that point that rebel was crazy. That he would come out
to look for the junior student who made away with his five Naira
baffled me. I had lost fifteen Naira to that stupid venture and I was
tempted to stand up and scream "you are a foolish senior". His
subordinates walked around the class hoping to find someone who
was scared enough to be the culprit, I buried my face in a book i had
and pretended to be reading. 'And the man died', i was sure the
Nobel laureate was making reference to rebel, because he looked
like he would kill himself without the five Naira. After a few
minutes they all walked out, I was in my reading position for another
ten minuets, letting my nerves become calm, wondering what would
have happened if I got caught. Fortunately, I never spoke to anyone
about the incident, not for another year or so.
Busola always sat on the outside of the chair to the right while I took
the left side. Duru was always in the middle. On the first day at
school, she asked for my name and we started talking. Within a few
weeks we talked more and more. On days when I would spend all
my money before break time, she would sponsor my snack and soda.
Duru was sure that busola had a crush on me. I didn't notice as I had
no interest in girls yet. One day she made a joke about the two of us
being together like a boy and a girl in a magazine she brought to
school. The boy had a suit on and the girl wore a lovely dress, and
they were holding hands. Another picture saw the girl and the boy on
a farm, with farming implements all around them. I didn't know
what to make of what she said, in fact I was embarrassed that a girl
was hitting on me. I told Busola I didn't want a girlfriend and that I
was only there to study and make my parents proud, and It made her
cry. I said she was irresponsible to be hitting on boys in school.
Busola would eventually become my first girlfriend, but that story is
for another chapter.
The seniors had just started their final exams and the school was
more at peace than before. The bullying had reduced and many of us
enjoyed the freedom. The next set of seniors were preparing to take
the baton of cruelty and we briefly enjoyed the transition. After the
incident with Busola, break time came and went, we settled back
into our classes waiting for the next teacher to arrive. It was our
math teacher who came in next and the seniors were also writing
their final paper that afternoon. It was all quiet, and then we all
froze. The gun shot definitely came from within the school
premises. Suddenly there was pandemonium outside our class,
seniors running around making battle calls. They had just finished
their last papers and someone wanted to settle an old score before
they finally want home for the last time. Another gun shot and my
math teacher fled through the window, the classrooms mostly only
had window frames with nothing else between you and the outside.
Students even escaped when teachers asked to see assignment by
just making a small jump.
Everyone took after the math teacher. The school gates were open,
we were all running in all directions, making our way out of the
premises. Those who had their siblings in other classes hurried to get
them out, I just picked my bag a ran for the school gate. Outside the
gates some students stuck around for the gist, i always got the story
the day after. I had long lost interest in the risky lifestyle, the
ambition to become something was taking roots within me, and
didn't have the time to hang around violence anymore. I walked as
fast as I could without running, I headed for the plank bridge that
separated my street from the school area. As I got to the bridge I saw
my mother, and a handful of other women, all walking hurriedly
towards the school, to save their children. Mother said she heard the
shots and people said it was from the school. Later that evening we
were told that a certain number of students were arrested and that
school would resume again the next day. Some of my classmates
whose parents didn't care anymore never returned. Their folks
probably went to the point of borrowing money and putting them in
a private school after that incident, or they just didn't realize the
school was so bad initially. One of such people was Busola, I would
not see her agin until a few years later.
The story around school was that a certain student came with the
gun, his father was a police officer and somehow, he had access to it.
His nickname was Tupac and he had a bad leg. The gun was his sign
off, to show his fellow student who the boss was. Also the rift
between some of the groups made the show even better. A certain
prefect had punished another senior by the instruction of the school
principal, and so after the last papers the student who got punished
months before went after the prefect and punched him in the face.
He also had a knife in a pouch, in his school bag. The other prefects
came to rescue their friend and a fight broke out. Tupac then took
shots in the air and all hell broke loose.
9
(Transitions)
The trousers were blue, just as the shorts I wore in junior class.
Senior students had the the classes on the top floors of the school
buildings, I rested on the railings of the balcony outside my class,
admiring the new view and my new school uniform. It was now
difficult for anyone to differentiate between me and the actual
seniors, and that felt really nice. I was no longer going to get bullied,
unless I tell anyone or acted like I was new to the trousers game.
Junior Students in my days wore the shorts for three school sessions.
Junior secondary 1-3, afterwards you go to the senior class where
you also spend another three years. At iroko high the senior classes
were the finest, the only set of junior students whose classes were
close to the seniors were the Jss3 students, who were preparing to
become seniors. Their classes were on the ground floor of the two-
storey building adjacent to the football field. Another one storey
structure stood directly opposite the field and the entire ground floor
there was a staff-rooms. The most senior students, ss3 classes had
their place right on top of staff rooms.
My hopes were really high and the country too had entered a new
phase. Newly sworn in president Nuges was fighting corruption in
the government. People were being probed and were faced with jail
term; some actually went to jail. There was an inspector of police
who was said to have embezzled all the funds meant for the force,
who was also sentenced to do time. GSM was becoming popular,
people were scampering to own a mobile device, and lagoon city
was bubbling with life. Being the commercial capital of the country,
everything seemed to spring from there. The city dictated the fashion
and commerce of the country. If something were to be popular in
lagoon city, be rest assured it'll find its way into other regions.
The internet had also been introduced and job opportunities seemed
to be growing. Cybercafes were springing up everywhere and access
to international media content was on the rise.
I left the balcony after break time and sat ready for my biology class.
It was my first biology lesson and I was expectant. Biology turned
out to be one of my favorite subjects and all thanks to my very
resourceful teacher, Mrs omorire. She recommended books and
explained everything in detail. That afternoon, the next subject on
my time table was further maths, I had been told it was the most
difficult subject in my department, only seconded by physics. I
waited all afternoon and the further maths teacher never came, until
the closing bell. It might interest you to know that I never took a
further maths class throughout my senior days, the year tutor said the
school was still searching for a teacher.
The corruption had gone all the way to the ordinary man, who would
not even vote. When he did, it was at a cost to the politician. The
man with the most bags of rice and envelopes of money usually won
the ballot. The appearance of a militant group also became an issue
the newly elected president had to deal with. The group wanted
control of the country's oil, which rightfully belonged to their region.
For decades the country had survived off the oil and they claimed
they got nothing for it. That the northern part of the country had
taken all of the oil wealth for itself, the oil came from the south-
south. People whispered that If the militants couldn't control the oil
they had plans to secede.
The final year exams were usually slated for may/June of every year.
By the time school resumed from the end of the year break, final
year students were expected to start preparing for their exams. New
prefects were nominated from the ss2 class, and so the calendar
goes. By the time of the confrontation with the MSS however, I was
already thinking of my university education and I wanted everything
to go smoothly. First, I would have to pass my final exams well and
that was an obstacle by itself. My school was very famous with
exam malpractice like I had mentioned in a previous chapter.
Although this was the same with most schools around the country,
but the violent behavior of students from my school made us a
target for examiners. Also, It was like the people who put the
questions for the exams together were not part of the school
system, or they lived in other counties or continents. One would
pick up past questions and wondered who wrote them, why our
teachers didn't tell us the hard parts of those topics. In the end
everyone had to find a way to pass, less than half of of the
population of candidates nationwide could beat their chests and
say for sure that they wrote every paper and passed by their own
understanding of the questions. I believe the corruption in the
country started from students getting help to pass their senior
secondary final year exams.
Weeks before my final exams, my year tutor came to the class once
again, it would be the last time he would make an announcement to
us, as far as I was concerned at least. He called out a few names,
myself inclusive and sad that we were to stay away from the school,
the school would not let us continue revision classes there while we
were preparing to write our final exams elsewhere. My father had
already concluded arrangements for me to write my papers in the
village and I had advised some of my peers to do the same. It turned
out a lot of us had same thing in mind, and more than a hundred of us
were expelled on that day.
10
(Age of desire)
Tala had become a student at the Arabic school as his father had
wanted. He also had an Arabic teacher before then, only the teacher
came to the house to tutor him and his siblings. Unlike me, Tala had
seven siblings, he was the first born of his father and mother. His
father married two other wives and also had a lot of concubines
around okaka town. A few years after joining the school, Tala also
did his graduation, but I was more advanced at the study of Arabic.
After my final exams, I quit the Arabic classes. I told my father that I
wanted to pay more attention to my studies. I told him I needed to
read more and prepare for the university. He wanted me to become
an Islamic scholar, to take after the imam and hopefully succeed
him. He said if I didn't do as he wanted, then I must be ready to take
care of myself from then. He said I could sleep in his house and eat
from whatever mother cooked, but I would no longer have access to
his money for my other needs. He believed that being an 'Alfa'
would help me make money, as I was already doing going out with
the imam, and I could actually pay my own way through the
university. I insisted it would be a distraction, that also it was his
duty to pay my tuition. Truth is I didn't think the religious path was
for me. The time was drawing closer when I had to decided my own
future. I was certainly unhappy that my father made me do science
courses in secondary school when I preferred the arts, and didn't
want to make the same mistake of letting him decide what my
profession should be. I however understood that he wanted me to
support him as it was really hard to raise money to take care of those
things.
Tala and I got a job selling children books. He had other friends
whom I also became friends with. All five of us took the job together
and it helped me cope with the stress of going from shop to shop,
trying to convince every man and woman that the books were good
for their kids. There was a man who lived in Tala's fathers house
who worked at the wharf, he was making good money and never
spared it to get himself new clothes. Every few months, he would
give away all of his clothes for new ones. We were the first
recipients of his good will and the five of us in Tala's clique would
run down to the tailor’s shop to fit the clothes to our different sizes.
The company we sold books for required that every sales person
pushed a thousand copies monthly, it was the required amount you
had to sell to collect your salary. At the end of two months however,
most of us in my group of friends had only sold half of the required
number. We were tired, the job was draining. Walking in the sun
daily, taking transportation to other areas because we didn't want the
girls we liked to see us selling fifty Naira a copy books. In the end
we approached the management and got them to pay us as a group.
Together the five of us received a month salary of two people.
Busola had gotten pregnant by the guy she left me for. I was relieved
I was not the one responsible. I still had a lot I hadn't done for
myself, a child at that time would have made my life a mess. I found
out she was pregnant one day when I was sitting outside the house, I
was done with my final exams, but some students still had one or
two papers left. Busola was one of those and as she walked past my
house on her way home from writing one of such papers, she did it
sluggishly. I called out to her because I still cared, even though she
broke my heart almost a year before. Although I didn't confirm from
her right there, I knew she was more than just feverish as she
claimed. Mother always said a girl that was pregnant will put on
some weight and will become sluggish in a certain way. Later that
year she had a daughter, confirming my earlier suspicion.
I also had sex for the first time, the year after, at the age of eighteen.
Tala and I made plans to spend Christmas eve at our friends house.
Bright was one of the members of our five member clique, and the
gang would gather at his church just before Christmas Eve service is
over, and we'll all go back to his house together. His aunt whom he
lived with knew us all and expected we would all be there that night,
all our parents knew. My father had gone to his annual gathering of
muslim faithfuls, it was a week long affair and he would not be back
till the second day of the new year. My mother also went to a vigil
that night, the imams in the area were taking after their Christian
counterparts, some women were sneaking to church vigils and it was
better to start doing the same thing at the mosque before all their
women became Christians. So on Christmas Eve, new year eve, and
once every three months, imams held vigil services in the area.
I tore open one of the condoms I got as gift when a none profit
organization came to my street, they implored us have sex only with
protection, so that we could secure our future. They even thought us
how to wear it, using a wooden penis. Since then I had wasted two
of them learning how to wear it by myself. I succeeded the second
time, using the oil mother got for her hair as lubricant, as I stroked
myself back and forth in the bathroom. With a better lover
pornographic magazine in one hand.
Mabel laid there under me, I couldn't believe she had come home
with me. I saw her hiding from the barrage of fireworks that was the
norm on days such as Christmas Eve. It was at the corner of Main
Street. I promised to take her home and managed to cajole her into
coming with me instead. I and my friends had tried to lay with
Mabel, but it was difficult because every one of us wanted her at the
same time. She obviously like us but was unwilling to lay with us
all. It was my lucky day as I was alone.
Tala was at the door when Mabel walked out of it. I was walking
behind her so I could lock the door and go on my Christmas Eve
rendezvous. He looked from me to Mabel and she playfully hit him
on the chest, giggling shyly and walking away. He looked back at
me and asked "you fuck Mabel??".
11
(Survival path)
A year or so after school we decided to try out our skill and visited
the studio. The producer/ engineer we worked with was bongo-man,
he was fairly popular around the suburbs of lagoon city. Booking
the studio time was not a problem, as we had all the money from our
book selling job. Bongo-man was in shock when I started singing,
'future' was the song we chose to record, hoping that because it was
old, it would our best. Bongo-man was in shock of how badly
arranged the song was. I had broken all the rules and didn't know my
count. Some lines were too short to fit into the count, others were
too long. We spent the first few hours trying to rearrange the song to
fit Bongo-man's required structure, it was my very first lecture on
song writing. It was a night session and by the time we were done
arranging the instrumental, we were all defeated by fatigue.
Considering that we had only booked that session, it became
necessary to finish the song that night. I and Ade, the other vocalist
on the band managed to sing both verses and Bongo-man did a quick
fix on the mix, and sent us home.
After sleeping all day, we gathered in front of Tala's house the next
evening, I had the compact disc from the studio in hand, and we
were all staring at each other, waiting for who was bold enough to
walk into Tala's fathers sitting room and insert the disc in the player.
Eventually I took the initiative, the rest of the band followed me, and
after I pressed play, hearts began to break. My verse played first and
as disappointed as I was with my rendition of the song, I could still
hear potential in my own voice. Also the night before, Bongo-man
had whispered to me "you have some talent, don't give it up". Ade
also managed to pull through with his verse, the chorus was by far
the worst part of the song, and we all knew those who didn't come
through on the track.
Michael's boss who owned the cafe came in months later to find him
playing my song while fixing some of their computers, he wanted to
know what song it was Michael was playing. After learning it was a
boy from around the area, he immediately asked Michael to tell me
to see him, he was starting a record label and would like to sign me
on. As desperate as I was at the time, I still felt there was more, that I
was meant for more. I told Michael I had no interest in a wanna-be
record label, I sent out copies of my song to labels around the
country, I even made a copy and sent to an international record
company in the west. I never got a response from any of the local
record companies, and the parcel I sent out also returned. The
mailing company said that international record labels didn't open
packages they didn't solicit for. I called Michael after that,
demanding to meet with his boss. Maybe if I started small, maybe I
was meant to start small.
(Freshman)
I was still sure that I preferred the arts, even at the end of my
secondary education. I became even unhappier as time passed, I
would have preferred to be a lawyer or a musician. Father said being
a lawyer was bad for me as I was already a habitual liar. After
secondary school, it was impossible to go back as I had spent the last
three years studying In the science department, i decided if I couldn't
get my hearts desire, then father would have to give up some of his
too. When the time came for my university matriculation exams, I
picked pharmacy and microbiology as my courses of choice, leaving
out medicine/surgery on purpose.
I got admitted to study zoology, it was the best the university could
do for me. Zoology was an unusual choice because Nigeria didn't
have a research community that was fledging. One would most
likely end up as a lecturer with a degree in that course. I started
thinking maybe I would become the first Nigerian zoologist to find
and name a new species of animal. My sponsor had also agreed to
finance my album project at the time, I also wondered if I was ready
to combine studies with work as a recording/performing artiste. I
asked myself for the first time which would I choose when push
came to shove.
The next lecturer was a no show, a few minutes before the end of his
session, a senior student walked in to announce to us that the lecturer
was held up and had sent her to deliver notes to us. We were all
required to make copies of the text and return the original to the
bringer of the message. The text contained all the topics to be treated
that semester. Mr Agbari turned out to be one of the many lecturers
of his kind I would encounter in school, many didn't even show up
the whole week. As long as they've made lecture handouts available
to us. Almost at the same time the whole class was entering a frenzy
of who gets to make copies of the texts first, my phone vibrated in
my pocket, it was Rolly, she said I had to be on radio that evening. I
picked up the only book I brought with me, folded it into my back
pocket, I knew I could ask any of my numerous classmates the next
day for a copy of the text our absentee math lecturer had sent down.
I made my way to the school gate, boarded a bus to Suru where my
manager was waiting for me.
13
I and Tala discussed for long about his decision. We both knew he
couldn't make first class, and getting a job that could take full care of
himself afterwards, and still spare some for his parents and siblings
was a tough one. People who worked high paying jobs either had
connection within the company or were so bright that the company
had no choice but to hire them. The first was the most common, it
had always been a based-on-who-you-know country. Tala said he
then told his father to no longer bother about him, he would find
something else to do to raise money. That his father should spend
what he had then to ensure his siblings stayed in their respective
primary and secondary schools. He was sure by the time they all left
secondary school and were ready to further their education, he
would have hit it big and be ready to see them through tertiary
institution.
Within a month after, Tala was already going to the bank to pick up
international transfers. Over ninety percent of victims of internet
fraud were foreigners. Around the same time, more and more of the
boys I grew up with joined in and were cashing out. I started to
wonder if was not making a mistake by not joining such a lucrative
endeavor. I asked Tala to show me what to do, he had met some boys
while in school who thought him. He asked me to use some of his
own tools until I was able to make enough money to buy mine. The
era of operating from the cybercafe was running out, it was too
dangerous as the police were raiding. I got on Tala's laptop and did
as I was told. All I had to do was send a precomposed message out to
my potential victims, a.k.a 'maga'. The message said that I was the
lawyer to a certain American philanthropist, and that the recipient
had been randomly picked by my boss to enjoy from his
benevolence. I was to transfer by cheque a sum that ranged between
five hundred to a million dollars to the recipient. Getting my victim
to send a small sum of say one thousand dollars to facilitate the
shipping of the cheque was how the scam worked. After sending me
the small sum, I would then make up an excuse to why the sheave
still didn't get to them. Then asked for more money, usually the
amount of money needed just kept going up.
I took another look at the message and I was sure it wouldn't work, I
just didn't think anyone was that foolish to give me their money after
reading it. I could see that it worked for Tala of course, but more
importantly I still couldn't get myself to do it. I had a heavy
conscience resting on my shoulders already. I was sure I wouldn't
enjoy spending the money afterwards. My father also asked if I was
part of it, that it was absolutely wrong to take people's money when
they didn't hand it to you themselves.
I started to write more songs. When I was not on campus taking
lectures from my mostly lazy and Undedicated lecturers, I was
always holed up in my fathers one room, writing. I was sure the
music would take me out of that house and okaka town, I just didn't
know how. Tala got an apartment twenty minutes walk from our
former street and sometimes I would visit him there. Other times I
was at another friends house called Kunle. Kunle had a makeshift
gym at the back of his fathers house, I and a handful of other boys
would gather there mornings and evenings. I had been lifting
weights with my neighbor, the European deportee, so I had one or
two things to show the boys at Kunle's gym. Also I had guitar that I
saved up for months to buy, I would write songs with the few chords
I knew and practice at Kunle's in the evenings. Most people who
listened assured me I was going places.
Things were becoming rocky between myself and Rolly. She had
gotten romantically involved with my sponsor and was getting
carried away by her new status. The music still wasn't making
money and sometimes I had to depend on my boss for a stipend. He
would complain about all the money he was giving Rolly and how
we were not making returns. I spoke to Rolly severally about the
state of things, she told me she knew what she was doing. She said
that's how it was, that I had to pay my dews first. I was sure she was
right, but I was also sure she didn't have my interest at heart any
more. The boss had gotten her a new car and an apartment at Suru. It
was strange to me that my manager was driving around while I was
still walking about the streets. I knew I had not earned it, but she
hadn't either. My boss also knew about the growing squabble
between I and Rolly, he said I was initially planning to scheme him
of his money with Rolly, and I was only angry because he
outsmarted me. Eventually the boss called me one day and gave me
some money I had asked for to make a music video. I made inquiries
and found a video director just outside okaka town who made an
amazing video for one of my songs. The boss was happy, he said I
was the first artiste who used the money for exactly what he gave it
out for.
I knew it was time to pack it up and move on. The one problem I
however had was finance. If I had enough money I would get back
in the studio and record another album on my own. I also needed
money for my daily upkeep. A friend of mine akin had moved into a
one room at the back of my parents house. The landlord was getting
old and needed more money. He broke one of the the too spacious
bathrooms and toilets at the back of the house and made them into a
room. He also broke down the bathroom and toilet on the other side,
and made them into two bathrooms and two toilets to make up for
the other ones. Akin was looking for a place to rent at the time and
my mother spoke to the landlord. The landlord was happy
considering that the renter was coming from people he already knew.
Most landlords were always worried about the conduct of their
tenants. I moved in with akin and took care of a few things when I
could. Leaving my sponsor meant I had no where to get the stipend
he usually handed me once in a while. I was worried akin might
send me packing if I didn't contribute to getting things done anymore
at the house.
(Life choices)
The music, even though it was only money I got from my sponsor,
was already paying my bills. Plus I was now on TV, and people
knew my name, at least in my locality. I figured if I pursued that
some more, it could only get better. So after my sponsor agreed to
finance my return to the studio, I decided to pay attention more to
the music and let life teach me everything else I needed to know. I
started buying books, any and everyone I could afford. My father
had gotten used to me dropping out of things, and so when I told him
weeks later that I had left school, he barely reacted. He probably felt
a shock that didn't let him say anything. He said I must be prepared,
because there was nothing for uneducated people. He said he would
have done better for himself if he had someone who cared for his
education like he cared for mine. I thought to myself that he could
have done better if he never stopped learning about the latest
techniques in carpentry. I had always believed that the times always
bring newer methods of doing old things, that one must understand
those new methods and reconcile them with the things we already
know. To stop learning is to stop growing.
I didn't care if the neighbors knew I had dropped out. If they did, I
am sure they whispered and laughed amongst themselves, something
most people would kill to have had just been thrown away by the
son of a mere carpenter. An opportunity to liberate his family from
ignorance and poverty had just been lost, they probably said. I had a
girlfriend then named Foma, she had smooth skin and full breasts.
There were days, when akin would go out to work as a disc jockey,
when I and Foma would lock ourselves up in the room and fuck our
brains out. Or maybe it was me fucking her brains out. I would pick
Foma up in my strong arms from weight lifting, pin her to the wall
as I took her repeatedly. She would make soft moaning sounds and
hold on to me tightly. Sometimes we made out at Kunle's house
when his brothers were out. Foma would bring me food after, when
she cooked at home. I also had a girl who came to see me from
outside lagoon city, I always took her to Tala's place. She was a fan
who liked my popular video and found me through my sponsor. I
always thought my sponsor had something to do with her, and that
made fucking her even more fun. I thought since he could have my
manager, without caring for how it affected my career, maybe it was
the universe paying me back for my loss.
Kunle had a video game console in his room, and only his close
buddies were allowed to stay and play. His best friend Tade and
Okwu were my frequent opponents at football. When we were not at
the gym and there was power, we would play football all day, we
sent Kunle's mother's house help for food and sometimes Foma
brought all the food we needed. Since I had started work on my new
album, I would return from the studio to play with the boys and
Foma. Kunle always told me he was sure Foma and I would end up
together as husband an wife. I never paid him any attention when he
said that, all I could think of was my career and what I wanted to be.
Also she was not the first girl to fall in love with me, so I was
getting used to having and letting them go. There was a girl I have so
far failed to mention, her name was Ebim. Ebim was the niece of a
co-tenant at my house. She came visiting sometime in the new year
after my encounter with Mabel. She was tall and had a fair skin. I
used to tease her about her long nose and small lips. She had
European blood and told me about her grandmother who was from
some part of Western Europe. Ebim and I had dated on and off. She
lived in Apele and only came to lagoon city once every few months.
I also took her to Tala's place so her uncle didn't find out about us.
She was the first woman to offer me financial help for my work. I
had refused to take her money, I was sure it would mean tying
myself to her for longer than I was willing to. I needed to be able to
get up and just go when the time arrived. Leaving okaka town and
becoming a world class singer was the ultimate goal.
After recording a few songs, I took a break from the studio for a
week. Partly so I could finish work on some of the songs I was
writing, and to also reenergize myself. My producer Michael always
said it was good for my vocal chords too. Rolly probably knew I was
trying to not involve her on the project, even though I never said so.
She would call me on the smartphone I bought from the money my
sponsor gave me for the video. The phone was the only thing I got
for myself from the budget. I let her visit the studio to not confirm
her suspicions. I felt she had come to understand the ill treatment she
was sending my way, when all I wanted to do was make success for
all of us. The car the boss got her was getting old and their
relationship was not so smooth anymore. I also knew that her
support was a part of the experience I had gotten on my journey.
Through her I had met quite a sizable number of music industry
people whom I was still in contact with personally. I was even
considering giving her a second chance, I thought it was better for us
all to try again and maybe we could make wiser decisions. After all,
none of us, including the boss had experience in the music business.
Tala had a cousin who was much older than us. He lived with Tala
and his family for almost five years, in the time in which he learnt
and started a trade. He was hardly around. Maeel was a stand up guy,
easy going and very hardworking. I had given him a copy of my
debut album and he was impressed. Since then he would ask how
my career was coming and was one of those who really cared. There
were days I would visit his store on Main Street, Maeel would buy
me food and even give me some money after. During my break from
the studio I paid him one of such visits, only this time I just wanted
to stay with him for a bit. I was having a small fight Foma and didn't
want to see her that day. She didn't know where the store was. Maeel
was not available when I got there, his store boy told me he went to
the mosque, it was Friday and he was observing the compulsory
afternoon prayer. He returned afterwards and we had barely spoken
when my phone rang and it was a contact I had at one of the very
popular music channels on TV.
15
My first time in Ikira was when I wrote my entrance exams into the
university. The streets were paved and trees grew along the side-
walk. Ikira was the capital town of lagoon city; the mayor had his
office there. Street hawking was rare, unlike most other parts of the
city where young boys and girls sold wares in traffic. In more recent
times since the return of democracy, the mayors of lagoon city have
gradually transformed everywhere, region by region. Talks were
being held every other day; new plans were being drawn. New roads
here, new office building there, the city has grown immensely and it
always seems there's more to come.
I sat in the corner of the bus, waiting for the conductor to announce
our arrival at my bus stop. An old man was snoring lightly beside
me, waking up once in a while with a jerk, whenever the bus fell into
one of the very numerous potholes that were the Essentials of
Nigerian roads. When we arrived at my destination, I alighted of
course. Asked for directions from the motorbike riders who had their
park close to the gates of the estate I was entering. I found my way
down a paved street, making all the turns as instructed. After a five
minute walk I found a blue gate, as I was told I would by Jude's
personal assistance. Jude Jones was a popular hip-hop act around the
country, the phone call I received at maeel's store brought me to see
him. My contact at the music channel was Rele. Rele had called to
tell me that Jude Jones had seen my video and really liked it. He said
Jude would like to record a song with me.
The security at the gate made me wait for a few minutes as he made
a call into the house to confirm I was an expected guest. I heard him
speaking into a handheld, and saying "okay sir" a number of times. I
had never been to see a popular artiste before, I looked around the
compound as i walked into the well furnished apartment. It turned
out Jude was not around, his assistant broke the news after I sat
down to a bottle of cold soda. I however met Jude's younger brother
JJ who at the time was recording for his debut album. Everything
happened really fast afterwards. JJ also happened to be a fan of my
music video, he said he liked how I mixed my mother tongue with
English on the song. A studio was downstairs where JJ said he had
been all day working on his soon to be released project, I went in
there with him to listen and chat, we were getting along and I was
enjoying every bit of it all. Within a few hours after my arrival, we
already had a song in the works. I couldn't resist the beat I was
hearing on a song he titled sugarcane. He played my another
instrumental and then another. It didn't take long before I jumped on
one and made chorus for it.
I managed to live with the excitement I was feeling from the events
that was taking place. JJ said he was sure the track would make it
onto his album. He barked orders at the engineer to make haste. He
told me the distributor was coming in to listen to the first cut of the
project, that the release was only a few weeks from then. It was all a
dream, I was on my way to being on my very first featured track and
it was looking like a big one. The network of radios and blogs
available to JJ and his team was an assurance that more people
would hear me, and a growing fan base simply meant a growing
career. When I left the apartment, something had changed inside
me. A feeling of newness engulfed my soul. Although I didn't know
why, and it didn't last all night, but it was there. It was strong, in
those few minutes that I felt it.
Jude Jones was a tad shorter than I was. The first thing he said to me
was " you are short too" and we both laughed. The album launch
ceremony for JJ was going smoothly, Jude's assistance had called to
invite me. Jude himself had returned from a trip to ensure he was
present for his brothers big day. I watched performance after
performance, even though I wasn't slated to take part in it, which I
was grateful for. I wasn't sure I was ready for the kind of crowd, this
was the elite gathering of the entertainment scene. I was sure most of
the people there imparted their clothes and shoes, I even caught
glimpses of some of the big names on soundcity. Most of the
celebrities wore dark shades, even though it was at night, I found it
odd, but then thought it was part of some kind of culture. They also
moved like they were hiding from something or someone. I started
wondering how it would be when I became famous, if I would also
have to wear dark shades at night and hide from sight.
Ebim and I had a break up almost a year before I met Jude and his
crew. She wanted me to quit music and pursue other more lucrative
endeavors. She had initially raised money for me to sponsor the
production of my album, when I got tired of working with my
sponsor. I refused to take money from her because I was unsure she
was the one I would end up with for life. I also felt that she would
attach very big importance to money, like most of us. You always
easily find yourself wanting to be in control of anything or person
you spend money on. I had seen it first hand with my sponsor and
was worried about taking money from someone whom I had
emotional attachment to. Ebim then suggested I quit the music all
together, she thought it would be better if I worked in the petroleum
sector. She had an uncle who managed a big firm and would put in
word for him to hire me. I was furious, all I could think of was the
lights and stage and the crowd yelling my name. Here was the
woman I was in romance with telling me I had failed and it was time
to move on. It would take me years to realize that Ebim actually
meant well, even though her words made trifle of my aspirations at
the time.
The room upstairs at Jude's house where I lived with his younger
brother who had just finished school and was waiting to start at a job
had no windows, except in the bathroom. This didn't matter very
much as there was always power, Jude always wanted the house to
be alive. Friends came over, someone was always cooking
something. The generations set was always on, thousands of Naira
burned in gasoline all day, everyday. It didn't matter that so much
money was going into providing power, we were all pumped and
working hard, and so money was coming in. I had featured on
another song with Jude and cold bars. The song with cold bars was
particularly hot, we were all anticipating its release.
I ushered Ebim upstairs. Some of the guys in the sitting rooms
downstairs eyed me, like we all did when someone took a girl up the
stairs. It had been a while since I saw her, and I was more than glad
she came to see me. I wanted our relationship to remain, I also
wanted to be able to provide for myself and her, without the help of
a sponsor. Even if there would be a sponsor, I Wanted to have a
business relationship with the person so they could make money off
my work as well. One sided relationships always stop working out in
the end. Although Ebim would prefer that I quit, and I had gone to
show her that determination and some luck always paid off. I
thought it was only right that I forgave the fact that she didn't believe
in me, and understand that it was my dream anyway, and other
people might not understand how I was feeling. Of all the girls I had
been with, she was quite different, I was drawn to her pretty face and
her sometimes shattered mind. I had my own ghosts and a constant
need to fix the narrative to battle with, so I understood that her
imperfections were there to compliment mine.
I broke out from between her thighs when the flood came, our
shivering bodies laid side by side each other. After a few moments of
silence, she got up, kissed me on the cheek and headed into the
bathroom. I laid there for a while longer, examining my own
thoughts and feelings. It was as if the long months of our break up
had clouded my opinion of her, or maybe I had just changed and
moved on permanently in my mind. The new place I was in required
that I had a clear mind, and a bendable one at that. I had spent the
last few months at Jude's, plotting for the future of my career. Ebim's
reappearance had suddenly become a reminder of a time I would
rather let go of. I turned around to go to the bathroom and caught a
glimpse of tablets of medicine sitting on top of the things in her
handbag. The bag was slightly opened and I only had to dip my hand
in and pick up the tablets. The prescription was for epilepsy and I
immediately regretted snooping her things. I started to feel a rush of
confusion. Although I had already made up my mind to not see Ebim
again, I then started to wonder if I would tell her. Also I was sure I
didn't feel how I used to, but the medicine I had found confirmed
that I had to stay away. This on its own was a selfish reason, to walk
away from someone you love because of an ailment. I was however
starting afresh where I was, and I wasn't sure I wanted anything
disturbing my concentration. Plus I was not sure I was strong enough
to carry her and carry myself at the time, with or without the
ailment.
On the short walk to the taxi park, I couldn't hold back and we talked
about her ailment and I told her how disappointed I was to find out
on my own, and wanted to know why she didn't say anything to me
all the while, for over three years. She said she was sure I would run
away, I thought to myself that "well I am running now". I couldn't
say the words out loud, I knew all that she was dealing with and it
was unnecessary to rub my point in. She said she was sorry. I told
her it was alright, even though I knew it was the last time I would
see her. A few weeks later, she called me to break the news; she was
pregnant.
17
(love)
By December 2010, the song with cold bars had become a massive
hit. The internet was buzzing with my hook and his verses. Everyone
was talking about my new crew, and much more attention was being
paid to us than before. For me the actual joy was in the fact that I
was meeting up to the task set in front of me by Jude. I figured that
if I was going to live in his house, then I must contribute my share of
the income. The success of the song with cold bars meant more
money for the record label, and more comfort for me for my role in
it. Even though I was very new to the business of fame, and the
speed with which everything played out was unprecedented, which
Prompted me to want to step back and observe what it was I was
getting into. More importantly, people were abrogating a lot of
accolade to my effort on the track, thereby undermining cold bars'
contribution. If he were to be the true owner of the song, then I must
give him the space to own it. The record label also spoke to me
about stepping back a little for him to shine, which coincided with
my own thoughts. I needed a little more time to get into character, he
needed all the time to own the space already created for him, perfect
situation for us both.
The atmosphere, when I initially joined the crew was calm, everyone
did their thing and supported each other with kind words and smiles
and nods. Jude motivated everyone, asked us to listen to other
musicians and get better at writing. He used to say that music was all
we got; in a music scene that only paid attention to dance music, that
we were the voices of reason. This meant hard work, fusing
meaningful lyrics with melody that could still be enjoyed had never
been an easy task. The competition was stiff, there were other crews
as was the practice then, different crews still sprang up and younger
and hotter acts were pulling out from different corners of the
industry. The hit song with cold bars was our claim to throne,
everyone agreed that we were the hottest thing out. Gigs were
pouring in, for cold bars especially and even the rest of the crew.
Organisers wanted Jude even more, he was the one who put the
magic together after all. JJ was hardly in lagoon city, always
shuttling between Abuja and here. I also went out with crew from
time to time, I was preparing for my own outing and like I said
earlier, I was hardly prepared for the thing, so I was taking my time.
My outing with the crew always came with remuneration, helping
me pay rent to Jude and send some money home to my parents.
The success we were experiencing also had its pitfalls. Before the
hit, Jude was the only established act on the label, he single
handedly brought cold bars and JJ and myself in. We all lived in his
duplex, ate his food and pretty much depended on him for guidance.
JJ's album didn't fly as much as Jude's efforts, so he was still riding
higher than his kid brother. JJ and cold bars were quite close, so they
moved out of the house not long after cold bars started making
waves. A move that was necessary. The guys were stars and naturally
needed more space. Jude told me many times that he had no share
from the proceeds on cold bars works or JJ's. I believe that their
independence from him made him see what he could have gotten
from their respective deals with the label. Considering that they all
started making music together before coming to lagoon city, I guess
he did it as a way to help is brothers move up. He however noted his
contribution to their success and wouldn't mind some kind of
payment in return.
By the next year, the label gave me a contract and I found out after I
had signed that Jude had a share in my earnings. I was happy he had
fixed his initial failings and was glad I was giving something back to
him directly for his contribution to my career. We were however a
long way from that very first hit song with cold bars, the relationship
between us all wasn't the same, partly because we were all growing
up in every way. The rest of us wanted to be like Jude Jones and
have our own place and maybe raise other people up. Cold bars had
put out his debut album, I had also been on some hit music spree,
cutting tracks with other artistes outside the label and also putting
out some monsters of my own. Cold bars had moved into a totally
separate apartment and JJ, who didn't make a lot of friends was
living alone. Jude suggested I moved in with him, we could handle
the bills together, he said.
I do not know a lot about the personal details of the owners of the
label and so I'll go straight into my dealings with them instead. One
will wonder how I came to work with them for years without
knowing much about them, I hope I am able to spread out a few
things in the course of this book. One thing i must point out though
is that you are reading about ambition. Candy records was a pool of
ambitious people, teaching each other about the components of
dream chasing.
(Lions' den)
In Ikira I shared bottles of beer with one of Jude's friends. Jude, just
like my father didn't drink. Job was also a hip hop artiste and was
making his way up in the game, like they used to say. We spent
hours playing football on the PlayStation console Jude had in the
sitting room downstairs. Bottles of our favorite beer sat close to us
as we did battle. Sometimes we played through the night, when job
spent the night. I couldn't tell who was better as he would win a few
games and then I would beat him at a few others. The beer and the
video game were just some of the things I and job shared.
One day, while we were playing and drinking as usual, job held his
phone close to me and pointed me in the direction of a girl on the
screen, he said she was hot and I could see it. Her backside was
particularly noticeable. He said she was mine if I wanted, that she
would give it up without much trouble. I said I was down and took
her blackberry pin. Blackberrys were the in thing and everyone had
one. A few hours after getting her number, Tomi found her way to
the apartment. I told her I liked her very much and that I got her
number from a friend. She said she lived around the area and liked
my songs. When she stepped into the house, job was sitting in the
chair where he had been all along. She nodded at him, one wouldn't
know they knew each other by the slight nature of the nods. I took
Tomi up the stairs like I had done a dozen other girls.
A few weeks after our little stint, I and the rest of the crew took a
trip to a neighboring state for a gig, I could t hold back the joy of
sharing what had happened with them. I told Jude, who was sitting
closest to me on the bus. He started laughing hysterically. He bent
forward to tell JJ and cold bars who were sitting in front of us. All
three started laughing. Cold bars took the opportunity to narrate a
similar occurrence between us when we took a trip the safaris in
Kenya. He told the guys how we had taken a group of three girls
back to the hotel from the club and I had suggested we have sex with
all three, in turns. He didn't agree of course, just took his own girl
and ran to his bedroom.
Candy records was understaffed, and when one artiste had a project
to run, every other artiste waited. My contract was for three albums,
through a period of six years, or however long it took. I had read and
understood the text in the documents properly before signing. I knew
that It was up to the label to either waste my time, or let the projects
roll out in time for me to complete the contract in the stipulated time
of six years. After signing, I had thought I would kick off recording
one of the three albums immediately. But months after, nothing
happened. I had been with the label for over a year already and I
thought everyone was looking forward to pushing my project up.
Instead, I got a call one day that a joint album was to be made by all
four artistes on the label. I knew that recording and release of such a
project would be fast as each artiste has only a few tracks to
contribute, however I wanted to know what contract the project was
attached to. I now had a commitment to the label to produce three
mastered albums and I wanted to dive in and deliver on time. If I
was taking a detour to record new materials for a project I didn't sign
up for, I wanted to know what the arrangement was with the said
project.
I was sure Ebim was out to get me. We had been seeing each other
for years and she decided to get pregnant just when I was trying to
settle down and make something of my career. My body language
must have told her I was trying to not see her again, after our last
encounter. It was also difficult for me to believe hat she was really
pregnant, and that it was for me. I told her to call my mother, as it
was impossible for me to do anything about the situation. I was
furious, the time was just wrong and I hated that it was all happening
at that time. I called my mum and informed her what had happened,
she said it was good news. For her the prospect of having a grand
child was all that mattered.
Ebim never called my mum, she stayed away until the child was
born. I ne we saw her during her pregnancy, she never called or
texted. I got a call from Tala, who informed me of the birth of the
child and made a joke about how the baby looked like me. We both
laughed and he said it was a girl child. It didn't take long before I
was in touch with Ebim, I asked her to make herself and the new
born available so we could do a paternity test. It was important to me
that I was clear about the child being mine or not. On the day we
were supposed to meet, Ebim never showed up. She didn't pick her
calls, neither did she call back all day. My father was present at
hospital where we were supposed to meet, along with a friend of his.
I returned to town to continue my work and life.
About a month later, Ebim called me to say that she was ready for
the paternity test, I turned down her invitation, I was really busy at
the time and suggested we did it some other time. She never called
me back afterwards. Up to the time I was writing this book, over six
years later, I had not heard from Ebim. I now assume the baby is not
mine.
21
(The outsider)
Within six months, candy records had risen to the top position
among record labels, partly because of the music we were putting
out and also the fall of one of the top label at the time. More-Tunes
Music fell apart when the top two acts had a fall out and couldn't
resolve their differences. Around that period, I and cold bars were
making waves and that immediately shifted attention to us.
However, the energy that came with such attention almost tore us
apart immediately, It did actually. I had always blamed the label for
letting it all happen. Unlike More-Tunes, we had a label that
consisted of bankers and lawyers, none of which made music. More-
Tunes had a boss who was the producer, and his deputy who was the
top act on the label. We had the opportunity to right their wrongs by
keeping the balance between the business and the art. The move by
Jude to join the ranks on the business side started the rift between
me and him. Also, because we all had separate contracts with the
label, it was imperative that the dealings with each of us were treated
separately, but because Jude had his eyes on what More-Tunes had,
he built his ambitions around controlling the rest of the artistes on
the label, a model that was doomed to fail. The only guarantee to his
success was to have the rest of us compromise our careers for him,
something I refused completely to do.
I had a contract to finish however, and despite the fact that the label
still insisted that I appear as a part of a crew, more than as an
individual entity, I knew the contract was binding and I was devoted
to carrying out my duties till the end of the term. I spoke less and
less to Jude, Focusing more on my work and making as much profit
for myself and the label. I had the opportunity to tour the U.S with
one of the foremost acts in the music scene. "3way" was a veteran
and one of the most talented acts in the mainstream. The tour
features the main act himself, cold bars, JJ and me. The events on
the trip further complicated my relationship with the label. First we
had no manager or crew to fly with us, just us three out there to
handle ourselves. It didn't seem to matter instantly because we were
men and were ready to work. After we landed America however, it
got harder to function. The organizers of the tour also were
unorganized. 3way and his manager assured us we were going to get
work permits when we arrived the US, There were artistes who were
barred from traveling because they didn't have work permits and
went on to take gigs and perform in some western countries. We
arrived America without the permits and even did a number of
shows. 3way had his permit, and that made me even more furious.
In the midst of all of our ordeal abroad, contacting our people back
home became necessary. The CEO, we were told was out of the
country, and nothing could be done in that time. Jude had excluded
himself from the tour. I was sure it was because he didn't want to go
on tour as an extra for 3way, he probably wanted his own exclusive
outing. I had a booking by a popular Nigerian comedian for a gig in
the U.K, and halfway into the American tour I had to fly out to
London. The night before my flight out of JFK, I lost my wallet on
the way to the hotel from one of the gigs. It contained my credit
cards and money. I raised some money from cold bars, JJ and 3way.
I made my way to the airport, London was a better destination.
22
(Homecoming)
The streets of okaka town had become more narrow, more shops had
been erected by the roadsides. Most of the spaces in which we
played football now contained businesses. The potholes were bigger
and water from the recent rain lodged in them. Waste water from
other places also seen to have joined the mixture, one could see
green algae forming in the pools. When I was a boy, some of the
tenements would release their waste water into the streets, most cited
lack of available funds to employ the services of a waster disposing
company. My house too was guilty of the same crime. The juncture
that led to Kunle's gym was also covered in a green, slimy water,
lodged in somewhat large potholes. I drove through it after I was
told it wasn't deep enough to swallow the car.
I drove about ten minutes to Tala's house, his friends were all in
attendance as we wined and dined. All evening we drank and ate and
the music was loud and fast. More and more of them owned cars and
breezed in with a dame on their arms. Pretty young girls in their
prime, with tight skin and waists that wriggled like it was no crime.
Many of them had had their skin bleached, you always stood a better
chance at catching the eye of the boys if your skin was lighter. The
darker girls were not so confident, and the ones who were had to be
more aggressive to get attention. This particular trend was the same
even the city, a phenomenon I was quite curious about. Someone
once told me it was so because the slave masters had beaten it into
us to accept that white was better than black. So we aspire to become
better, to become white. Our men now prefer their women to be light
skinned, and the women gladly oblige to this demand. I however do
not accept this analogy as I am sure that it is us who are simply
attracted to being fair of skin. It is more attractive and catches the
eye faster.
It was a few days after Christmas, and our little party lasted into the
night. More drinks were flowing from Tala's freezer, and guests
arrived to down it all. The number of boys who were in the internet
fraud business had grown immensely since my departure to chase
fame and fortune. Conversations were being made about who and
who just got a new car, who just moved into a new apartment. Who
jut acquired a piece of land and so on. I spoke to Tala briefly about
Ebim, he said she now lived with a pastor, he thought they were
married. I said the pastor probably impregnated her, he laughed and
said what if it was me. I said I had t heard from her, that of the child
was mine, she wouldn't keep it away from me still. We talked further
about he good old days, shared some of our Arabic school
experiences and relived those moments in words and mental
pictures. The party was slowing down as it was getting dark, I had to
appear at the end of the year celebration put together by the
association of youths, the big street party was happening on Main
Street that night. People started to leave in small groups, everyone
had somewhere else to be. I knew most of them would end up on
Main Street later, a handful shook ha Dd with me and even
mentioned it. Some took pictures on their cellphones, saying they
had to show someone else that I came to town.
Main Street had barely changed, I suspected it was because the road
was tarred all those years. The shops remained where they were
since I was a boy, the gutters kept them away from the main road.
The road was the link between okaka and other towns around the
area, I was told by Kunle that local government had plans to expand
it even. I picked Kunle up on my way back from Tala's, I parked at a
fair distance from the scene of the street party, on a quiet bit safe
street. I had not been to okaka town since the big hit with cold bars, I
wasn't sure of how intense the reaction will be from the people I had
not seen in years. Kunle assured me I was in for a surprise. We
walked a few blocks took a bend out into Main Street. First I saw
people hanging on the railing of closed stalls, some smoking hemp
and drinking beer. The music was loud, as expected. I saw a stage
and lights on it in the distance. More people scattered around the
place as the crowd got thicker, the closer we got to the main
grounds. Most people didn't spot me at first, I had a hoodie on and
my disguise worked pretty well, I suspected it was because they had
not seen me in a while and didn't know what I'd look like or even
dress like.
One of the organisers, whom I had called on our way met us in time
and led us to the corner where I would sit and wait for my turn to get
on stage. Local talents flooded the place, the smell of marijuana and
gin filled the air. Okaka town had produced some fairly popular
artistes in the past, before me. Some of them were known in the city
and even across the country. I met Mr Soul, who was one of them.
He made me comfortable and demanded I got whatever I wanted. He
said he was surprised I could honour the invitation, considering how
famous I had become. He thought I would be too busy to make time
for something so trivial as a steeet party. I told him it was important
to me to return and be part of it all, I didn't tell him that I was doing
it to identify with okaka town because it was good for my image.
Having people from there talk about me being one of them would
always get me more fans, even from all the neighboring
communities, especially areas that didn't have popular stars of their
own. Mr Soul didn't waste time to inform me the importance of
joining the performing artistes association, of course, he said it'll be
better if I joined from the grassroots, so that ppl in the city would
know that I represented my town to the fullest capacity. I told him I
had already registered with the headquarters in Ikira.
The MC read and epistle about how I started small, just a boy from
the streets of okaka. He carried on about how massive my fame had
become and blew it off the top by screaming "give it up for okaka
towns finest"... the crowd suddenly started to get bigger as I stepped
on stage. Everyone who sat in front of closed shops walked closer to
the stage area, hundreds of people gathered in front of me, and the
Dj played one of my popular songs. I spent the next 15 minutes
talking with crowd and miming to the next song. As soon as my
performance was over, the crowd started to move in whatever
direction I moved. No security was hired and so I was without any
form of protection form possibly being mobbed or even mugged.
Mr Soul, Kunle and a few others tried to keep the crowd away from
me, and somehow, with haste, I made into the house of one of the
organisers. A large crowd gathered outside and people insisted they
w ayes to see their famous friend. I would gladly come out to take
pictures and shake hands, but sheer number of people I had to deal
with was enough to make me have a rethink. After almost thirty
minutes, someone suggested I took a backdoor out of the place. I
made my way to my car, with Kunle close by and then dropped him
off at his place. It was way past mid night as I headed back to Tala's
place, tala was driving behind me. A little more drinking and
smoking and then I hit sack, the visit to the place I was raised had
been successful, and I would be on my way when in the morning.
23
The scarcity had gone on for days. The queues just appeared
wherever there was petrol. The owners hired the police for crowd
control, people got beaten and locked up for disorderly conduct
when they didn't stay in line, or got too excited and started a fight.
People treated everything like an apocalypse in lagoon city, even
those who had enough for the week still pulled their kegs, the
scarcity got worse because some people were hoarding the goods,
just so they never run out and had to depend on someone else. The
government always never seemed to have a clear understanding of
what the situation was, and how to create a lasting solution for it.
Fuel scarcity like it was popularly called had become one of the
numerous phenomenons plaguing Nigeria.
Anthan had been sworn in after the untimely demise of the then
president Usmi Ali, whose Vice President he was. Anthan had been
endorsed by Nuges as the solution to the crisis in the oil rich south-
south region. Nuges believed that having the Vice President from the
region would quell the rebellion, and the people there would have a
direct mouthpiece inside the government, at the very top for that
matter. Usmi Ali was rumored to have been sick with a terminal
illness. During the campaigns we were told he had been flown out of
the country a number of times, for quick treatments. People were
saying that Nuges had plans to install a south-south President, but
the north was not down with the plan as they insisted that the
presidency had to return to them after Nuges. I told JJ once how it
was worrisome that a country's leadership was decided by the region
of origin of the candidates to be voted into federal office..
Nuges had gone on and agreed to return power to the north, and the
north also agreed to a VP from the south-south. Before long
President Usmi was taking constant trips abroad for treatment. One
also wondered why the country couldn't afford the infrastructure and
man power to look after its leaders here at home. How could there
not be one hospital in the country that could handle whatever health
issues the present and his family might have.... The rumors became
true barely two years later, president Usmi died on one of his
numerous medical trips. The people of the country again carried the
rumor that he had died, days before the government said a word.
Fear was in the air, people wondered if the north would let Anthan
become president as directed by the constitution. It was his rightful
role to be president, as the commander in chief had passed on.
Within twenty four hours of the death of Usmi Ali, Anthan was
surprisingly installed into his rightful office. The fear of a coup
started to subside. Most people wondered if the north would be
furious at Nuges for playing them. I also wondered if it was all part
of a grand scheme of another sort.
Back in days when Rolly was still my manager, I had come across
another management company online. They had an office in the hub
of the city and had a lot of big names signed to them. I told Rolly to
check them out, I was sure we could learn a thing or two from them.
After speaking to one of their sales executives, Rolly arranged a
meeting at their home office. The sales executive we met with
became my fan instantly, he said he had never heard anything mine
my using in a while. Although his company was not signing up any
new acts, and I already had a manger in Rolly, he offered to help in
whatever capacity he could. Few months later he gave me a slot to
open for my first major gig. After Rolly and I started having
problems, during the time I made my first major video that prompted
my untimely departure from school, I called Ola to handle publicity
for my work. I rode a bus to his house and was there for weeks, in
the end he managed to get me interviews on a few radios and a
major appearance on television. Although I expected more and even
felt he wasn't as efficient as I had previously thought, but it still felt
like more progress in such a short period, compared to Rolly. Ola
told me it was really hard to plug in new acts.
Later, when I made the move to candy records, I called him to break
the good news and he was indeed happy for me. I informed him I'll
be needing a manger, and with his experience, I was sure he was the
best for the job. He told me then that he had left his former
employers and had started his own management outfit, everything
was looking good. If Ola were still working with his company, it
meant that I had to sign with them to make him my manager, his
departure from there meant that I was only getting into a contract
with him directly, and he had more decision making capabilities as
he was the head at his new business. I wanted to fix the problem I
had with Rolly, I needed a manger who didn't answer to anyone else
but me, Ola was perfect for the job and I was looking forward to
working with him. However during the one year period that I did pro
bono work for candy records, I started to feel like i had to be more
careful. It was one thing to not have Rolly related problems, but
other problems could emerge. I needed to make the most of the
opportunity I had found, which was a miracle as the people I was
now with didn't speak my mother tongue. I was worried that I could
easily create division within the gathering by bringing my own
people in. Jude Jones had mentioned a number of times that me and
my people were a little more about ourselves, that we always
preferred our own.
I called Ola, and we agreed to meet. It had been three years since I
spoke to him. The court summons from candy records could not stop
me, I was to immediately start recording for my new album. Masim
naturally had to follow his heart, and be a good cousin. I offered him
twenty five percent of my earnings if he would continue to work
with me, he said he couldn't if I was no longer with candy records.
Ola met me and we discussed in detail what was going on. He said
he was up for it. I knew the journey was going to be turbulent, I told
him the people we were up against would play dirty. He said as long
as I knew what I was doing, he would back me for it. We went
through the summons together, and I pointed out the areas where we
could counter attack from. I was sure I didn't need a lawyer because
I knew the label had been in breach many times. I couldn't also hire
a lawyer as it would be huge expenses on my pocket. Also the
system was rigged, paying for a lawyer would only further
complicate my situation, in Nigeria, the only people more corrupt
than lawyers were the politicians. Some of the owners at candy
records were actually lawyers, naturally they would be in touch with
the judge while I was busy making a proper case.
(The summon)
I joined her, and before long we were taking about the case. I told
her it was better to leave, so I could face it all by myself. I said it
would be very rough and I didn't want to taint the memories we
shared. I didn't know how it' would be to have her there when the
sky started to fall. I wasn't even sure how I would survive on my
own, having her with me meant I had to look out for her too, and I
was afraid I wouldn't be able to. Ebun told me to not worry about
her, she said she would stay and help me with whatever I needed
through the period. Unlike most other people that I had to cut off,
Ebun was different, that made it harder to let her go. I kissed her on
the forehead, and was grateful she wanted to stay.
The CEO insisted he didn't want any drama around my exit. That I
didn't trust the label enough to take me where I was going, and that it
was bad for him and his team to be working with an artiste like me.
He said he would issue a statement of release in a few days, that I
should please stay away from the media houses. I said I didn't want
the press in the matter, and that I didn't court any media people, I
couldn't leak a story that concerned me so much. The day we talked
about arrived, I got back from the studio, I and Michael had a great
time establishing the technique with which my next album would be
produced. I walked into the sitting room area to find JJ's manager
holding a newspaper, he handed it to me as soon as I walked in. "
singer grew wings, and plans to ditch the label that made him", the
headline was bold. In the news article, Jude and the CEO met with
the press and told them how they had taken me in and even clothed
me, and that things were different and I wanted to leave.
More and more artistes got on stage daily miming to their own
record. I also started out the same way, until I stared to feel a void of
some sort. I started to feel I wasn't worthy of the opportunity to stand
in front of people and say I was a musician. Part of the changes I
was going to make at work included starting a band, and ensuring
that I never performed again without my boys standing behind me.
Ebun had a business of her own, a fast food joint with a few
branches across town. She took care of the daily needs of the house,
even when she got pregnant and we were expectant parents, she was
still strong. We had arguments from time to time, about my future
mostly, I would assure her we would pull through. I would wonder
many nights how I got to that point where my future was now
hanging in the balance, I had the opportunity to build something new
and better, but I also ran the risk of loosing it all. The court was yet
to hear my case, i had been there on two separate dates and they
ended up adjourning again and again. I knew the case was going to
be there for a while, the corruption in the country didn't spare the
justice system after all. There was a story of a popular old Nigerian
musician who sued his label for infringements on his rights, the case
lasted almost twenty years. In order to not turn out like him, I took to
social media daily to talk about the case, ensuring that everyone was
in on the proceedings. The more people talked about it, the more
uncomfortable it made the authorities.
Most people outside my circle only had the information fed them by
the press, who were obviously on the side of the guy who paid
better. I once had a chat with a few of them from the media, my
manager Ola had made the effort to put some money in their
pockets. They told me during the chat, all of the things the people at
candy records told them. That I was jealous of the success cold bars
had made for himself, and that I was lazy and only stayed home to
smoke marijuana. They said nothing to the press about the contract
we had and how they had failed to keep to their part in it. Most
people only cared that I had been brought into limelight by candy
records, and so I owed it to them to be loyal, no matter what. I would
share some of their sentiments, except that It didn't matter anymore
at that point, candy records was trying to drown me, and I needed to
stay afloat, and swim.
27
(Interlude)
I met Anne not long after I found fame. She was older than me, but
we got along quite nicely nevertheless. She was a fan of my music
and wouldn't stop trying to meet me. A friend, who was also an
artiste eventually introduced us. I was in the sitting room with JJ
playing football on the play station console when she called me for
the first time. The call lasted almost five minutes, and I knew I was
going to be hearing from her again afterwards. Before long I started
visiting her house, she lived alone, with a few of her siblings coming
over from time to time. Anne was a great cook, she always made the
best dishes, it was always a feast when I visited her. There was
always a bottle of some very nice cognac waiting for me, sometimes
she even went the extra mile to arrange a few rolls of joint.
Anne was curvy, her soft skin was my weakness. I would run my
finger up and down the entire length of her back during our intimate
moments, dropping kisses here and there as I went. The swell of her
backside never missed my attention, I would fondle and slap them
playfully, making her giggle. The foreplay usually got more intense,
as I would go down on her, tasting the softness between her legs,
holding onto her soft breast as I did, keeping it going until she
trembled. She would then return the favour, taking the full length of
my sex in her mouth, making me so hard that it took all the
discipline I had to not spill the bean too soon. I would then slowly
find my way into her, she would grant me entrance of course, curling
herself around me with both legs, making sure I didn't get away. A
smooth gentle ride usually became more rhythmical and ferocious,
pulling at each other, taking from one another, climbing and
climbing. Anne was always the first to climax, and then I joined her
simultaneously. Holding on to each other through the glorious fall.
Anne knew I was seeing other women, and I knew she was also
seeing other men. The conversation never came up however, we both
seemed to just go with the flow, and it was all good, but just for a
while. She started to worry about us, she would complain about my
not caring enough, I found it difficult to understand because of how
we started. I knew she had grown fond of me, and expected that we
become closer. She would go through my phone and find messages
sent by other girls, she would get mad at me about it, I would tell her
the others were nothing. We usually ended up making love
afterwards.
Anne was no saint, one time I was on a trip with to Malaysia and it
was her birthday, since I wasn't in the country and we couldn't be
together, i decided to do a few things that could make her happy on
her day. I called on a friend to help arrange and deliver a nice
present, and I updated my status and profile picture on my chatting
app for her. A few minutes after updating my profile, I got a buzz
from cold bars, he asked how I knew the girl on my profile picture, I
told him she was my girl. He said that was his girlfriend. There I was
thinking about ditching other girls for Anne and she was seeing not
just anyone but cold bars. It was like she was sleeping with my
cousin. I confronted her and she said she had not heard from cold
bars in a while, that they didn't ha w anything going anymore.
Months later I was in London, cold bars was also on the trip. We
stayed in the same hotel. Anne had already told me she was on
vacation in London and so it was all good that we were there
together. After an all night party at one of the nightclubs, I returned
to the hotel believing Anne was right behind me, she said she had to
drop a friend off and then return to me. I took a few hrs for her to
show up. I was almost dozing off, tired from the drinking and loud
music when she called my room from the hotel reception. I was glad
she finally made it, she said her friend delayed her and planted a wet
kiss on my forehead, setting me off. Within a minute or so, we were
tearing each other apart, holding and touching. The longing was
intense for me, I had not seen Anne for almost two weeks. To my
surprise, she also felt the same way. Foreplay was minimal, and no
time she had straddled me, riding away like it was our last day, and
we needed to feel everything. Anne held on to me when her orgasm
hit, I poked into her eyes as I emptied myself inside her.
A few weeks after our return to lagoon city, Jude called a for
meeting. He said it had come to his attention that I and cold bars
were seeing the same girl, and cold bars wasn't happy. He said he
was also sure that cold bars had been seeing the girl before me, so it
was necessary that I stopped seeing her, as It was not such a good
thing that we both should be having a fight over a dame. I then asked
cold bars the last time he had been with Anne and he said she had
been with him back in London. Jat didn't make sense because she
was with me in London. Cold bars went on to tell the story of she
came to him after the club gig, and left his room at around five in the
morning. I then realized that I was almost falling asleep when she
came to mine, just before 5:30am. It turned out Anne was cheating
on cold bars with me, and vice versa. Eventually I stopped seeing
her, she would later go on and get married to someone else, I guess
she also got tired of the wild lifestyle.
A few weeks after our return to lagoon city, Jude called a for
meeting. He said it had come to his attention that I and cold bars
were seeing the same girl, and cold bars wasn't happy. He said he
was also sure that cold bars had been seeing the girl before me, so it
was necessary that I stopped seeing her, as It was not such a good
thing that we both should be having a fight over a dame. I then asked
cold bars the last time he had been with Anne and he said she had
been with him back in London. Jat didn't make sense because she
was with me in London. Cold bars went on to tell the story of she
came to him after the club gig, and left his room at around five in the
morning. I then realized that I was almost falling asleep when she
came to mine, just before 5:30am. It turned out Anne was cheating
on cold bars with me, and vice versa. Eventually I stopped seeing
her, she would later go on and get married to someone else, I guess
she also got tired of the wild lifestyle.
28
(Entropy)
The conception of our son was also putting pressure on the both of
us. I wanted to only go on stage when it was a live show, as opposed
to miming to the song like I used to do. Ebun couldn't understand it,
she said I could solved that problem for later, when the court case
was over, but I knew that would make it all harder. It was better to
solve all the problems at once, such that when the court case was
done, I would be able to settle back into performing, and everyone
would know it must be live. I also was reluctant to take financial
help as I didn't know how to repay my investors back, it would be
detrimental if I took money from someone and couldn't pay back. I
wasn't sure my albums would make sales, especially because of the
pricing, plus the injunction had affected the sales of my first
independent album badly, I barely got any returns form my
investment. I therefore couldn't say for sure how the next album was
going to do.
Ebun had an old car she had not used in a while, we both used my
car. The car had been sitting in the premises for so long that the
wheels were getting rusty and it could barely move. I was looking
for money to return to the studio, I wanted to make another album.
We talked and decided we should sell her car, I took the money and
called Michael, a new album was on the way. Ola called me some
time later with the good news of one or two paid live gig. I was able
to reimburse Ebun for the hospital bills we had incurred. She was
unhappy, I could tell. Although she was strong, and we still managed
to laugh sometimes, even make out. We even drove out once, in the
night, naked, on the highway. We always had marijuana stashed in
the house, and we smoked as we drove to nowhere in particular. We
weren't afraid the police might stop us.
The biggest problem we had was that we didn't want to have the
child in that house, and I was not making enough money to put up
rent. Ebun saved up some money from her food business and
secured a new place, even in her condition, she still moved around
pretty well. Things had deteriorated between us so much that she
asked me to go find a place to stay after the rent had expired. I
helped her move into her new palace and started spending more time
at Ola's house. The baby was born not too long after she moved. I
was holding on to the thought that she had stopped loving me, so
much that I didn't see that she had changed because of the baby. I
even went after an old flame, seeking solace in the touch of another
woman. Ebun found out, and this was about two weeks before the
birth of the child. The list of my wrongs towards her only increased.
First I had let her down and was unable to provide adequately for
her, and then going after another woman. The struggle I was going
through made it hard for me to see clearly, and the woman I loved
was slipping away gradually.
The situation between I and Ebun would continue to suffer until the
end of this book. The birth of our son helped to mend things a little,
and I also started doing better at work. Ebun however had her eyes
set on living better, such that I was now chasing her standards. I
knew she was doing it for the child, to e sure that she provided better
for him, to make sure he was raised in a cleaner and more
comfortable environment. I also had my own grudge towards her,
insisting that she didn't care enough to see I was trying. Also she said
a few things to me during the period of her pregnancy that I couldn't
let go of, especially because she was acting on those things
afterwards. I had said hurtful things of my own back at her, and the
situation only continued to worsen.
30
(Tabular Rasa)
All the chaos in the world revolves around our day to day activities,
trying to make ends meet, and reaching our desired objects. There
will be no wars or quarrels if everyone stood in a place and didn't
move. The world would be at peace. This goal is however
unattainable, only the dead can afford to be still. I like to describe
our existence as a gas particles, within a closed space. Each on its on
own path, until it collides with another or the walls of the container
within which it is confined. The collisions are what we call war, or
any other form of disagreement that normally occur between us all.
When we fuse, which is usually temporarily, we call it love,
friendship.
For centuries, different forms of governments have been in play, free
lands became kingdoms, kingdoms have become nations. We have
gone from being ordinary gatherers to farmers/ hunters and then
white collar jobs. The era of male dominant has also shifted, women
now strongly require to play a role in the decision making process of
their lives. The days when one could marry out a daughter to
whoever one pleases are fast fading away, a girl is expected to get as
much education today as a boy. Man has also charted new courses in
science, we have found a way to get out of the box we have been
trapped in for so long, discoveries as reshaping our world and lives.
The freedom to choose, and be whatever one wishes has become the
language of the new world. The advancement in medicine has now
made it possible to change ones sex, the choice to either be a man or
woman is becoming more and more a thing an individual adult
volcanic decide. The choice of who to love is absolutely up to you,
how you find sexual gratification, it is now an absolutely beautiful
and free world. The popular choice of governance has become
democracy. We are gradually warming up to the concept of letting
go, letting whatever has ceased to serve our purpose go.
When my lawyer rose to examine the witness from the label, she
asked her questions based on our discussions. I already told her that
the person picked out as a witness by the plaintiff was in fact new to
the label and had no idea of all that happened. The people who knew
enough to be of use to the case stayed away from the court. Neither
even Jude nor the CEO ever visited the courtroom in the almost two
years that was spent on the proceedings. The witness was the new
general manager the label hired on my way out, my lawyer asked
simple questions, like what year did the artiste sign on to the label,
how much did the label pay in advance to for the recording of the
artistes first album and so on, the answers were either vague or she
didn't know at all. My lawyer turned to the judge and said that the
answer to the questions were all in the documents she already
presented, and that the witness didn't have any idea what the contract
and workings between myself and the label was about, she said it
was disrespectful that the plaintiff didn't even prepare adequately for
the case.
Points were made, and therefore conclusions must be reached. My
lawyer and I had proven beyond any doubt that indeed the label had
been in breach, the judge went through his notes, he then asked the
candy records lawyer if he had any thing more to say before the
judge's final word, the candy records people gathered around each
other and then the lawyer said to the judge that he had lost
confidence in the proceedings and was sure the judge was biased.
The judge looked to my lawyer and asked for if she had anything to
say, and she said it was up to the judge. He's asked her again if he
should go on and pass judgement, she said 'as the court pleases'. I
was siting beside Ebun, as usual, she held my hand, we were both
waiting for it all to be over. It didn't even matter if the judge had said
we should go home and that the case was null and void, winning the
suit was not that important, never having to return to the courtroom
was more like what we were looking forward to.
I started to wonder why my lawyer was not asking the judge to give
his verdict, I couldn't shake off the feeling that all three of them had
had a different conversation behind my back. I didn't even think it
was right for a judge to seek the consent of lawyers to pass
judgement on a case that had just been tried. I sat there still, holding
hands with Ebun, Ola was sitting in a corner, not too far from us, we
were all waiting as the judge continued to scribble on his paper pad.
A few minutes later, he looked up and said "since the lawyers of the
plaintiff didn't have any trust in the proceedings, i'll be transferring
the case to another judge". I could not believe what I was hearing,
the judge had just backed down from giving a verdict, my lawyer
came out of the courtroom to where I stood with Ebun and Ola right
outside the courtroom premises. I asked her what had happened,
telling her that I knew something had transpired between her, the
judge and the lawyers from candy records. She admitted
immediately that indeed they had met and agreed to let the case go
away, that if I had won, more and more artistes would sue labels for
same issues. She said the industry was not structured, and that was
what led to all the drama, she then assured me that the case was
never going to be tried again. I told her it didn't matter, that I had
been robbed of my justice, I had no compensation for all the monies
I lost during the period, and no word to the public about how the
case really ended. Aje said there was no need talking to the press
anymore, that it was all over. I knew this was true, I was only
surprised at the method with which the case had been discarded.
I knew that if I had lost, the court would have made it a point to
teach artistes to always comply with contracts. My victory, even
though it wasn't documented by the court, would always be a go to
for artistes within this clime, the word is out; if a label didn't have an
understanding of the music market, they should not venture into the
music business, the essence of music branding and packaging is to
sell records and concerts, and earn royalty for the works artistes put
out. That artistes are in partnership with record labels, and no matter
how much a label even gets to spend on talent, the aim must
continue to be to invest, publish and earn money off the talent. The
labels do not own artistes, they work for them actually. Money
should not control art, it must be the other way around.
I had a loose tooth I had carried for many years, the gum couldn't
hold it down anymore for some strange reasons, and it had been
hurting me for as long as I could remember. Ebun drove us home
that day, after the courtroom saga. Right outside the house, after I
stepped out of the car, I poked at the tooth with the tip of my tongue,
like I always did. Suddenly it fell into my mouth. I couldn't believe
that after almost five years, my tooth had decided to give me relief,
it was the best thing that happened to me that day, not the case
ending.
We made lunch together and after eating, we talked about the case
again. She expressed disbelief on how they ended the case, stating
she didn't believe me when I had said that meetings were being held
in secret, between my lawyer and candy records, and the judge. I
knew because my lawyer always said things that sounded like we
needed to be good to our opponent, I would then tell her it didn't
matter, because they were out to get me, my career was on the line.
She was always sure it wasn't that serious, that it'll all pass soon.
1. (Kolobo’s manifesto)
The proper and insidious alike.. and the feelings shared are always
heard.
This lands and mind-spaces may stay and hardly stray… and I insist;
I too must continually improve, and move to life’s groove, crooning
my own tune. I owe to all of existence my right to care, I am
committed to that as mandated by time and my life’s design.
….and so it was on that night, in the early hours of another new day
that I took more control of the tale, for where there is mostly
thoughtlessness, the doer may tell a thoughtful story for all. I’m
dreaming for all of time………. I’m sitting in this room, I’m
watching a little rat get itself acquainted to the space. It runs across,
wall to wall, back and forth like it didn’t know I was there, and I’m
writing about this little creature, for artistic impression on you my
reader, and to mention that I am usually the solution to the
impediments I meet.. and it is only proper to let the one who see
depict the sights of their imaginations for all to glimpse. For our
collective discernment.
The entire kingdom of Alili may never know darkness again because
of her. The star-plant had become the symbol of equality, every
household had at least a couple for when the sun sets. The tree
glowed brighter the darker the day got… yet I had come to proffer
solution to the progressive trouble it seemed to pose. The tree, in
return for its service grew steadily, and slowly but surely
increasingly. In over the past couple of decades since she had it
brought it back from Outland, star-plant had grown downhill from
where the cottage perched, on the peaks of the anpalic mountains,
and the muse was concerned it may go until it made its way and roll
on over the town, encroaching on and laying waste to the city it once
shined the path for.
She confessed earlier, many days before that visit to discus possible
solution to the matter, that she had requested a place on the hill for
settlement and had been granted it by Karma, so as to be far away
enough from the town, so the tree might grow freely, that she would
have gone farther away from town to increase the years it may take
for the impending encroachment. I opined that better now than ever
to seek solution to the matter, as eventually it may come to that. She
agreed.
The muse listened on as I talked like I had always done, and she
listened on like she had always done. This kind of conversations had
then become the stronghold of our relationship in our advanced ages,
felt as intimate as sex was in our youth. I ruled the town, and she
ruled the light that shined upon it.
I told her there were two tasks to guarantee the desired outcome. To
maintain the numbers as they are for now, then direct growth of trees
towards the opposite of town.. that it may be, that our new duty was
to redirect its growth away from every town it may be growing
towards, as we also grow the trees around every village and city.
Wherever people may be.
She laughed and made a joke about not having the time to travel the
world doing that. I laughed, yet I knew she had already started to
think about it. Soon she’d pretend it was her idea and ask that I left
the miserable city alone for a while to let the government office do
its job.. plus, in recent times there’s been an urge to travel, but we
didn’t have a reason to leave yet. We are not the kind who may travel
for the beauty of the country alone, and we might have to time our
voyages and returns.. we may never stay every day any longer, yet
we may never be gone whenever or forever..
2
It was grandfather Oriri who had organized the first innovative era,
the first modern advancement anywhere on the continent. Since then
the people had been subjected to foreign rule, betrayed their own
king. Tried to eject the royal family, and even sought to adopt
foreign governing systems. Until I came and reestablished a newer
system, where the foreign ethos of leadership aligned with local
tenets. And the muse was made by Karma for me, and I for her.
What we had was beyond mortal definition.
I met the muse in Abawari when I was a young man and stationed
there by my medicine tutor, Yori. who had me on an internship
program with his long time friend and medical ally Bandingi.
Bandingi was the head of all medical practitioners in Abwari
kingdom. Being that I myself had kin there, as my cousins and
nearly half of my entire extended family still hail from there by the
virtue of grandfather Oriri’s origins, I had enjoyed my days there
immensely. It was on one of those days that I was hauling sacks of
catfish from the pond that I and a handful of boys had built the pond
the harmattan before, that then held fish triple the amount of
fingerlings I had deposited in the new pond - that I met the muse.
She was surrounded by other girls who were busy admiring her
beautiful hairdo. It was a hair she braided herself, never seen before
by her audience..
The second part of the system that tracked the separate heads of the
hydra; here the muse retreats into her private room to focus on the
task, and follow the birds via telepathy, to see through their eyes,
smell through their nasal cavities, and feel their understanding of the
surroundings they travel to - by first being still. Soon the signaled the
suspected appearance is made, and the muse, once again pretended
once again it was the alpha head, there was only one of it,with a hoard
of beta-heads, growing faster than it took to cut.. removing the alpha
tames the hydra, or let’s you kill it if you will. I preferred the former. A
thing as the hydra is better left tamed, to be its alpha head at need for
show out, on “vile day”, when the whole ofmankind is yearning for
tragedy, when there must be unsavory news.So that. And the muse
alone may be their alpha-mind. I only play muscle. To be on ground,
to look the beast in the eyes, to be the triplet birds in one man, to be
remotely operational , miles apart from, and by the muse’s dedicated
alpha mind-space.
Yet to become the triplets I must sit close now, to not be preview to,
but to feel every unfolding happening for now. My feelings are my
value of exchange for intended victory over the hydra. The muse’s
invincible spear my turn jelly on sight of the multiple headed beast.
And she may have to temporarily abort mission, and we must only
hope the triplets return. I must swiftly make my way there then. To
the rendezvous point, blade of steel in hand. In a battle that is brief,
that catches the alpha head off guard, for I had been there before in
feelings, and I made it out. Yet it had not known I was there then..
And so it came to be so, and I separated the alpha head from its host
body, and the hydra folded into a tamed heap of sprawling body mass,
gently awaiting my command, I meant the muse’s command…
Tuesday 11 Jan. 2022
I chased not after the myriad headed beast too, and neither did I not
stay close, as I watched in horror, at a hearing distance from the
moans of defiled souls, as they suffered in its wake, as it makes its
way freely, and for to long all over the land.