Naija Rap

There is a trend we’ve seen so often across genres in the Nigerian music scene that we have taken it for granted. The essence of this post is to call it and something about it to our attention.
While listening to “local rappers” by Reminisce, Olamide and Phyno just now, I think I heard reminisce say “Kor jagajaga lati make food” literally meaning “sing rubbish so I can make food”. That line got me thinking. I realised that lines like this and the ideas that brought about such a line are quite rife on the music scene in Nigeria across genres especially in the rap genre.
I think these artists should stop making it the fault of Nigerians that they chose to go after the fame and the money by implying that they dumbed down their music only because the ‘pangolo music’ they now play is what Nigerians will pay for.
I think they just chose the lazy way out by going after the popular demands, the club bangers, e.t.c.
ASA isn’t drowning in poverty because she chose to stay the soul course. M.I in my opinion hasn’t dumbed down his rap and though he hasn’t added in the way of height, he is sure not a pauper. I’m sure other examples abound.
So, Mr Reminisce, while I don’t mind your music, you did not sing jagajaga because Nigerians like it. You chose jagajaga. Maybe because jagajaga is what you like. Probably because jagajaga is what you can do.

Pieces

I looked on…
Over the years I looked on…
I looked on as the situation went from bad to worse to downright…
I looked on…
Believing – as it turns out, erroneously – too much in my own will and ability to salvage the situation…
But no I just looked on…
Now it all comes out and hits me in the face…
The failure…
It hit me hard where it hurts…
I cried… Like a baby…
I think it was my fault.
Today I pick up the pieces and begin a new journey, but the failure keeps biting at my soul. Its asking “are you sure you are on the right road this time?”
I can’t give an answer because I’m not listening…
This time I’m just doing, moving, acting, working, moving…
Someone said something about getting back up more times than you get knocked down and you’ll be fine.
I hope he is right.

Musing in the Canteen

Here I seat in this food canteen after a mini tour of about half of the occupied part of the expanse of land that makes my school. Its 8am and the reason for my merry-go-round is subject for another day, topic for another rant, rant for another issue.
Today I am just trying to get something to eat so I can take my drugs for I am currently in battle with malaria, and it seems to be wrestling me to the ground quite easily so I sought the help of these drugs.
Halfway through my meal, a guy and a girl step in, they are here to do the same thing everyone else Is here to do; to refill their sapienoid (those dictionary compilers at oxford really need to consider me, really) bio engines. They are here to eat too. This is where it gets interesting, cool off, they ordered food like everyone else but it is something else that strikes me. Just like me the brother goes for the good old fashioned BB (and that’s not blackberry), BB is the less lettered form of bread and beans. But the girl? NO!, she’ll have non of that crude savagery, her plate gets a good filling of rice, beans, dodo, egg, all kinds of meat… the whole thing is so much I am secretly making estimates how much the plate is worth. Where is she going to pour all these into?

I am forcing down my own food slowly, I can’t taste nothing, I am scrolling through my timeline on twitter, my multitasking is epic!

I take a second look at this pair and noticed the contrast of naiveté in the guy and confidence in the girl and how beautiful she actually is. Then subconsciously I make a series of conclusions. I don’t even know why these things are occurring to me but they are as follows;
At the end of it all, if;
(a) the guy picks the bill without any attempt at objecting from the girl, then he is just trying to get laid at any rate but he went somewhat above his class, the girl knows this and decides to take advantage.
(b) the guy picks the bill with the girl attempting to stop him but he picks the bill anyway, then they are just good old boyfriend/girlfriend. That kind of love every tom, dick and harry is into. (Don’t ask me I don’t know what that is too)
(c) the girl picks the bill only after haven fought off attempts from the guy to pick the bill, then what I am looking at is a classic case of the kind of love Shakespeare was trying way too hard to describe in Romeo and Juliet. That kind of love that gets people talking about ‘cupid’, whatever that means anyway.
(d) the girl picks the bill without any attempts from the guy to stop her, then the guy is either some kind of bookie or is the sole owner of a giant penis and knows well how to use it too! He is either gonna help her with an assignment, a test, or maybe some exams or he is just plain servicing her with his massive hunk of flesh (no strings attached).
(e) they split the bill and both laugh about the whole thing, then they are most likely just friends. But then I think again they could be just friends in any of the other cases above, I decide it is unlikely…

In case you haven’t already noticed, I like to believe that I am very good at knowing a lot about people from reading their body language, facial expression and all that. In fact I pride myself in the ability. (better still abinibi) *now slowly dusting off both shoulders*

I shake off the thought and get back to forcing down the last batch of my food, its really hard.
I can’t taste nothing.

They finish their food at about the same time as me and the girl issues a one thousand Naira note to my surprise. As if that isn’t enough she actually let the guy keep the change. Without thought I found myself staring at the guy’s jeans, I know what I am looking for though, I am looking for outlines of a bulge between his legs. There is none, in fact there seem to be a depression there in its place!
I am dumbfounded because the guy doesn’t look particularly smart either!
The girl wipes off her make-up, puts on fresh ones and she looks even more beautiful!
What it is with this two I simply cannot place…
They leave and I go back to worrying about swallowing five pieces of bitter chemicals that are meant to rid me of the parasite I host…
What it is with this two I simply can’t place…
I hope these things cure me of trying to size people up at every chance…
What it is with this two I still can’t place…
I settle my bill and start to leave…
What it was with those two remain elusive…
I just may not be as good at reading people like I thought I was…
Or maybe I am just rusty at it…

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found dan shipper

I just got through a few articles about a certain prodigy called Dan Shipper, and some articles by himself too on his blog. He really inspired me a lot. Quite an interesting young programmer he is. I am a beginner level programmer myself so you can understand how his exploits get to me. Some think he is the next Mark Zukerberg, maybe, its not impossible, he seem to have written an awful lot of software for his age.