Browsing ktravula – a travelogue! blog archives for the day Sunday, October 10th, 2010.

On Fela Kuti

In within constant replays of Fela’s Don’t make me garan garan and a complete album from the cast recording of Fela! on Broadway on my laptop, my flatmate stopped to wonder what I was listening to that sounded so nice as a mixture of jazz and something he couldn’t place. I told him it was Fela, Nigeria’s famous musical export to the world, and the subject of a coming biopic as well as a multi-award winning play on Broadway.

What I’ve found out within interactions with Americans here so far is not only the ignorance about who Fela was, what he stood for, and how great his influence was, and has now become, but also the depth and greatness of his music and legacy. This is a generalization, I realize. After all, the Broadway play captured the attention of the world and won three Tony awards last year, and has had the participation and support of top Hollywood players including Jay-Z, Patti LaBelle, Jada Pinkett Smith and a few others, and there is a biopic in the making, also by an American film company. It is mainly the young people on campuses that I’d naively expected to have at least got wind of the man’s story in the news enough to be somehow a little interested. Now I know that it is too much to expect that so early (less than two decades) after the man’s death, his name would have become such a household one for young music lovers in the country where he himself was mostly influenced to his style of music.

Fela Kuti would have been 72 on the 15th of this month. A series of events called Felabration are now taking place in Lagos and other spots in the world to celebrate the man, his music and his legacy.

Photo credit: http://www.therealfemioke.com/dbFemi5/?p=189

Fall, Again

Fall, my most favourite season of the year has kicked into full force. It is mostly characterized by a changing, unpredictable weather along with beautiful leaves falling onto the ground. Everything about this season is like a deja vu for me, and every step reminds me of what it was to take them just a year ago. It also presents a problem of writing about it without being unnecessarily repetitive. The leaves are the same, all brown and ever present like dry concrete tears of the dying season. The cold is the same, and the air still smells like harmattan from a faraway place, and all that would it would take to make it similar to an equally stimulating experience in the autumn season in Jos Nigeria would be rain, and total dryness.

The dying here is gradual, and equally beautiful, depending on where one is: driving by the Mississippi river on the way to Principia or riding a bicycle to school through a long path of trees and a charming lake. What can never be said enough is the sweetness that accompanies every breath taken in the cool sun of October, except of course one is standing under a set of trees where hard dry nuts are also falling down in droves.

Random Sights of Signs and Lights

Hope you had a nice weekend.