Sunday, December 25, 2011

MOHAMMED BOUAZIZI: Itualive! PERSON OF THE YEAR, CHRISTMAS DAY BOMB BLASTS AND THE IMPLICATIONS FOR NIGERIA


The year 2011 is indeed a year of the revolution. A year hallmarked by rebellion, and uprisings from Tunisia to Egypt and then to Libya. Whether against hegemonic governments, or politicians and their politics, the revolts will make 2011 a year we will never forget. Be it the Arab Spring or the Occupy Now Campaigns on Wall Street, one thing is common to all-the people are fighting back. Arabs who before now were considered to be the most docile people on earth have since woken up. And it all began with one man- Mohammed Bouazizi.

The choice of Mohammed Bouazizi as Itualive! Person of the Year stems from the fact that his sacrificial act of self immolation led to the liberation of millions of people around the world. He inspired the toppling of dictators like Muammar Gaddafi and Hosni Mubarak.  
Mohamed Bouazizi (29 March 1984 – 4 January 2011);  was a Tunisian street vendor who set himself on fire on 17 December 2010, in protest of the confiscation of his wares and the harassment and humiliation that he reported was inflicted on him by a municipal official and her aides. His act became a catalyst for the Tunisian Revolution and the wider Arab Spring, inciting demonstrations and riots throughout Tunisia in protest of social and political issues in the country. The public's anger and violence intensified following Bouazizi's death, leading then-President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali to step down on 14 January 2011, after 23 years in power.
According to reports, local police officers had allegedly targeted and mistreated Bouazizi for years, including during his childhood, regularly confiscating his small wheelbarrow of produce; but Bouazizi had no other way to make a living, so he continued to work as a street vendor. Around 10 p.m. on 16 December 2010, he had contracted approximately US$200 in debt to buy the produce he was to sell the following day. On the morning of 17 December, he started his workday at 8 a.m. Just after 10:30 a.m., the police began harassing him again, ostensibly because he did not have a vendor's permit. However, while some sources state that street vending is illegal in Tunisia, and others that Bouazizi lacked a required permit to sell his wares, according to the head of Sidi Bouzid's state office for employment and independent work, no permit is needed to sell from a cart.

Bouazizi did not have the funds to bribe police officials to allow his street vending to continue. Similarly, two of Bouazizi's siblings accused authorities of attempting to extort money from their brother.
Regardless, Bouazizi's family claims he was publicly humiliated when a 45-year-old female municipal official, Faida Hamdi, slapped him in the face, spat at him, confiscated his electronic weighing scales, and tossed aside his produce cart. It was also stated that she made a slur against his deceased father.  Bouazizi, angered by the confrontation, ran to the governor's office to complain and to ask for his scales back. Following the governor's refusal to see or listen to him, even after Bouazizi was quoted as saying "'If you don't see me, I'll burn myself'," he acquired a can of gasoline from a nearby gas station and returned to the governor's office. While standing in the middle of traffic, he shouted "how do you expect me to make a living?" He then doused and set himself alight with a match at 11:30 a.m. local time, less than an hour after the altercation. (Source: Wikipedia, click for full story)
Perhaps if not for Mohammed, these countries would still remain under oppression as they were before. Although I strongly believe that if it wasn’t Bouazizi, it would have been someone else. There is a limit to which you can oppress people. If these uprisings didn’t happen in 2011 it would have happened in 2095. Mohammed just ignited a fire that had been stoked for so long in the hearts of the thousands of young men and women in the Arab World.

The question that keeps bugging my mind is this: how many times have the Nigeria police harassed and even killed hapless individuals over 20 naira bribes? Do we have to experience our own version of Mohammed Bouazizi before our Police men begin to treat people with courtesy? Police constantly oppress ordinary citizens and lock them up while the rich who commit the actual crimes settle with plea bargain. There is a continuous affront on the sensibilities of Nigerians by government officials and this must stop.

The approach taken by government over the planned removal of fuel subsidy is yet another example of how not to govern. I do want the removal of subsidy because it is indeed bleeding the economy out, because am completely against anything that would make a few people rich at the expense of the poor. However I won’t support a policy where the poor pays for the sins of a faceless cabal. Some assurances that government can provide “shock absorbers” must be given first. There has to be an alternative way to redirect the subsidy so that people don’t suffer. If the government can for instance subsidize transportation in such a way that transport fares remain the same irrespective of fuel subsidy removal. This way, the transporters get the funds directly when the subsidy is removed.  

But talking about subsidy removal while the jets in the presidential fleet keep increasing is irresponsible of government. The superfluous number of presidential aides and the unnecessarily extra allowances shared by members of the NASS members is enough reason for the planned subsidy removal to be resisted. How long will the government punish its citizens for its own ineptitude? How long can Nigerians continue to condone this sort of harassment? Some Nigerians are beginning to regret the way they voted in April because it seems there is no clear direction to this administration.  The truth be told, if PMS becomes 400 naira per liter, the proponents of fuel subsidy won’t buy fuel from their pockets. The Petroleum Minister, Finance Minister and Governor of Central Bank who are the protagonist backing the planned removal, are all driven in official cars. Their health and those of their family members are well taken care of and will certainly not feel the brunt the regular poor folks will feel.  If subsidy must be removed, then everybody in government must be seen to share in the impact.

It is Christmas today, but about this time last year I bemoaned the apparent incompetence of our security forces after two bombs went off in Abuja. And exactly a year after, Boko Haram has continued to slaughter innocent people. As at the time of this report, multiple bombs blast have exploded in Madalla, near Suleja. What makes this especially annoying is that the targets are now Christians in churches. Boko Haram’s manifesto of establishing an Islamic state is being carried out. Whole families were killed today (Christmas Day) at St Theresa's Church. Apparently the government has no answer to Boko Haram.  It is bad enough that government pays lip service to the protection of the lives and properties of its citizens, but what is particularly infuriating is that the ones that have been identified to having links with the sects have been let off easy. Ali Sanda Umar konduga (a.k.a Al Zawahiri), the man accused and convicted of being the spokesperson of the sect was sentenced to 3 years in prison. I haven’t seen anywhere in the world where terrorism is punished with a three years jail term. Is it that the blood spilled by Boko Haram doesn’t mean anything? This man should have been used as an example for anyone with links to Boko Haram. What are we now saying, blow up the UN building, blow up the police building, and kill all you can, if we catch you, we will try not to catch you, but if we do, we hope 3 years won’t hurt you so much. The Senator accused of having ties with Boko Haram was granted 25million naira bail! Where in the world does this happen? His colleagues have come to his rescue by saying, that he is innocent until proven guilty. For a senator to be accused of such am heinous crime is enough for him to resign. In a sane community, his colleagues will distant themselves from him but with Nigeria, it’s a family affair.  

While the reports of these blasts were being shown on Aljazeera and the BBC, NTA was showing a music festival. Their casualty figures are always lower than those reported by foreign media. Later on, they (NTA) put up a documentary on how Muslims appreciate Christmas and Christians apparently to douse tension even before officially breaking the news.

The President’s said this in response to Sunday’s blast: “the era of Bomb Blast would soon be a thing of the past”. What does the President and his associate want Nigerians to do now before it becomes a thing of the past? Whatever plan he has for Boko Haram is apparently not imminent. For it will “soon” be a thing of the past. So what should Christians begin to do now? Train their own soldiers, or begin to import their own arms? I am sick of hearing about stakeholders meetings on security. People are dying, humans were roasted like chickens and yet we will grant a senator bail. We need to have our heads examined in this country. By the way, nobody talks about the Iranians that smuggled arms into Nigeria some time ago. I feel like I am the only one who remembers that arms that could start a Civil War were confiscated by the Federal Government. We still retain the same diplomatic stance with Iran and its back to business as usual.  Shame, Shame Shame.
Nobody saw Mohammed Bouazizi coming. Nobody envisioned or foresaw the domino effect his sacrifice could bring. I do not support violence in any form. But I do know that at the rate we are going, the people will begin to fight back. They will begin to say, “No, it’s enough”. Bishop T.D Jakes fondly says that nothing brings people together like adversity.  Nigerians face adversity everyday in every form. Economic adversity, security adversity, corruption adversity, injustice adversity and oppression adversity. Egyptians moved to Tarhir Square to protest against their government. Right now Nigerians are protesting in their hearts; let’s pray we don’t have to go to Tafawa Balewa Square.

©2011 Otaigbe Itua Ewoigbokhan
Itualive! ™


Sunday, December 4, 2011

CHRONICLES OF A MOTOR PARK: MR DABID MAKUS (PART TWO)


Lagos: The City of Chaotic Order



(Music plays in bus stereo)
Awa govament bad o
Dem no wan give ghetto man jab o
My God o
If ghetto man no get work, my brother how we go take survive

(PHONE RINGS IN BUS)
Driver lowa dis ya music abeg (driver obliges and turns knob a little)
Hello, good afternoon, hello, hello (call terminates)
Dis hempty-n pipu sef, since morning their network no just dey go

(PHONE RINGS AGAIN)

 Hello, Hello. Good moning
Yes, this is Dabid Makus, who is this?
Ha, Mr. Kinleji Vankole, my patna in crime, na you be dis, how body?
How dem madams dem? (chuckles)
Jesus! Who you tuk say die? Who, your wife? How manage?
Oh my God, accident? Oh my God. Sorry o.
When? Where? How manage?
(Complete silence in the bus, driver turns radio off completely)
Eiwoh, for where? Benin-Ore Road? Oh my God
Your pikin nkon…Oh, my God, Dotun die too? Oh my God
Doe, sorry, it is well, God is in control, the Lord knows best, it is well enh
Oh my God!  Dis ember months don start again o. Na God go help all of us. In all things give thanks my broda
So wetin go happen now, what’s the next step, burial? (Facial expression stiffens at response)
Ooo-k-a-yy, money. Like how much?
Kai Oga Kinleji, things no too straight right now
Na very wrong time in the year be dis but I will see what I can do, you hear
You are welcome. Take care. (Conversation ends)


Mschew (shakes head). Wonders shall never cease.
See dis life so. Na true say no condition is permanent.
Una see dis man whey call me so, im broda na big man for Abuja before
Govament give im broda contract of 7 billion for dis same Benin-Ore road.
Dem chop the money, dem pour coal tar abandon the road come chop the money
Dem no even fit talk say, Dabid, take dis small thing hold body
(Cement! conductor screams, owa o, a passenger responds)
EFCC cash dem, govament revoke the contract, now life don change for the man
E wan come borrow money from me.  Nonsense!

Oga you for talk say na because dem no show you face, na im you dey vex
Oh no, not at all, that’s not my point. What about the other pipu wey perish for the accident
I dey vex becos that money wey dem chop cause the accident. That’s na wein dey vex me


Oga as you dey talk no good. When person die, we suppose show compassion now
As those pipu perish for express so, e fit be anybody family member for accident next time. We no even get compassion again.
E show say our own don finish for dis country so? As anybody fit die at anytime.

Na your own finish o, I reject it in Jesus name. I cover my family with the blood of Jesus

Madam I follow you talk? Which one be the one wey you dey reject in Jesus name?
(Laughter in bus)

No be only roads for dis country kpafuka
Everything don spoil. No light, no water, no security.  
We dey get light one hour every day before and now the transformer blow this morning

Ah your own better now, for my area now for Ketu, we never get light for tere months.
Everything wey President Lucky tuk say e go do, e never do one. Not even one. Very tereble

No be all of una dey shat South-South dat year,

Na lie o, me na that Pastor I vote for
Me na the Alhaji I vote for

I had no shoes; I had no shoes, who get shoe wen im small
Me wey trek from Sakponba road for Benin take reach Ekenwan go school and I still carry first.

Oga I know Benin well well o, and na ashawo girls full that place wey you just call, you sure say na school you go so?

(More laughter in bus)

Anyway, no be one day dem take build Rome, abi no be so dem dey talk am

Yes o , my brother you are right. To the point say, pipu don dey sue  govament for court
Una no see Baba Suwe, e don hammer now. 25 million naira, just like that

O boy ye, that man don hammer no be small

Dem tuk say e use jass take hide the cocaine


Kai, Nigerians, how person go hide cocaine for tere weeks! impossicant


E-pa forget that thing sa, na Ijebu man o, their otumopko get as e be.

(Ogun toh bad gan, conductor interjects with a smile
Babalawo gidi loló ba)

(Driver puts radio back on,)

Molowo molowo noni
Mo nawo mo nawo noni ah ah
Baba God noni ah ah
And now I got more money
Noni, I thank God for me
Noni, and they call me Whizzy
Mo dupe lowo Olorun noni
Aye mo wale sugbon mo njaye jeje
I no send no body


Driver abeg stop now. I forget something at Ikeja bus stop. 
Mo le du ro o. lai lai. Iyana-Ipaja le ma bole
Driver stop for the man now, at least LASTMA no dey dis side (a passenger from behind pleads).
(Bus driver stops grudgingly, Dabid Makus and two male passengers from behind alight. Bus continues to Iyana-Ipaja)


Iceprince, lets go, Samklef, what it do, Iceprince
Listen, Noni, Why these girls bleeding on me
Why are they pouring the evil spirits on me
Am still upcoming but am getting money
And next year my star is gonna be sunny
I don’t play the piano but am always on key

Driver abeg stop, I no see my phone again!
My Wallet is gone!
Stop this moto now, person don tif my purse…

To Be Continued…

©2011 Otaigbe Itua Ewoigbokhan

NB: The characters used in this piece are fictional and semblance to real persons is entirely coincidental.

Itualive!










Monday, November 21, 2011

CHRONICLES OF A MOTOR PARK: MR. DABID MAKUS

Lagos: The City of Chaotic Order


(Conductors Chanting)
 Oshodi Oke, Oshodi Oke
Iyana-Ipaja, Iyana- Ipaja
Ojuelegba-Stadium-Baracks
Ketu-Ojota-Mile 12
Oshodi Oshodi Oke, Oshodi Oshodi Oke

Ewole kpelu changi o, Enta wit your change
Na sis for back, madam abeg shift inside
Ketu lanlo straight o, no dropping for Maryland
Madam I say shift make another passenga enta; na sis for back
Dis place tite now, where you want make I shift go
Na sis passenga we dey carry for back
Idi e ti to bi ju!
Your papa, you tink say I no hear yoroba
Na your mama you dey follow tuck. Ekwensu. Otunegi caravan
Passenga fe wole. If you no wan shift come down
Madam please come and sit in front with me
Conductor, shebi na two for front, make she come manage with me for here
(Driver interjects) Na one for front. Awon olopa wan titi o. Police dey road o. Abi you get waso wey you go give dem.
If that’s the case, make she come front, I go settle dem.

(Passengers wait for last commuter)

Onwole Okpomo (Pregnant woman with infants strapped to her back finally enters and sits)
Your money for back. Three hundred naira change o
(Up roar in bus)
What rubbish, For What, Lai Lai, God forbid, You Be Tiff? Omo Ale Oshi, Ko ni Da fu e
When I dey suffa buy fuel, 200 naira pa lita, where you dey? Govament don commot subsidy.
Sodiafor pay me my money or come down. Ko si story!
Dem commot subsidy no mean say bus wey I enta yestaday for here 70 naira go don reach 300. Which kain tiff you be sef? Driver you no go caution your conductor?
No be fight o, if you no fit pay me my money, abeg come down. Iyana-Ipaja, Iyana-Ipaja;
Iyana-Ipaja, Iyana-Ipaja (He chants)

Only God knows what dis country is turning into.
Na Yesterday, President Lucky announce the removal of subsidy and everything don go up.
Imagine Yaba to Ojuelegba dis moning na 100 naira. See as people dey rush for BRT today like animal.  Na God go punish dis government people. I say God go punish all of them. Na me Mr. Dabid Makus tuk am….

To Be Continued...

©2011 Ewoigbokhan Otaigbe Itua
NB: The characters used in this piece are fictional and semblance to real persons is entirely coincidental

Itualive! ™




Sunday, November 13, 2011

Everybody Loves Ice Prince? Really?



For a while, there has been a subdued debate on the prowess of Ice prince. It was not an argument that could be shouted from rooftops since its major proposition was that the man could rival fellow label mate MI, on the microphone. It was not an entirely outrageous position to take, after all the man had excelled in pretty much all of the cameos he has been in and the only thing in his way, it seemed, was the set hierarchy in Chocolate City: MI>Jesse Jags> Ice Prince> Brymo. An order spelt out by the head honcho himself on Represent.

That paragraph is composed in the past tense intentionally. For the man has put an end to the debate himself. So, is Ice Prince MI’s equal? The answer is a definite no. He is not even remotely close. It was easy to be fooled that he might be able to compete where he in another crew with a less clearcut order with his swagger and competent flow. The brief bits on Samklef’s Molowo Noni, the Choc Boiz’ songs and his own Oleku created an anticipation that when he finally gets his chance on the Chocolate City roster he would give us a full regimen of what had previously been administered in minute doses.

Fate has other plans though for Ice Prince is a choker. There were signs- the most infamous been the freestyle session at Tim Westwood where he ‘freestyled from his phone’. The public mostly ignored this as not every emcee is gifted at freestyling. He’d come good was the thought when he has time to craft lines to the beats of one of Nigeria’s finest producers Jesse Jags. Well, he has deflated those hopes with an album that refuses (or cannot) decide what it wants to be.

Ice had Chocolate City’s previous releases as template for ambition: the first MI album Talk About It was an obvious game changer with its sophisticated beats and weird skit titles, Jags’ Jags Of All Tradez was eclectic, designed to show his range with a slight advantage to his production ability, MI2 with all its shortcomings was a hyperactive effort with one eye on commercial viability. These albums had an agenda and fulfilled them to a reasonable extent. Everyone Loves Ice Prince(ELI) is an amorphous entity unsure, uncertain of what it wants to be. Between the homage of awkward album opener I Remember to the boasts on Oleku; the weak rapping on the Kelly Handsome-like Juju to the singing on Find You (Drake’s Find Your Love, anyone?); the championing of his skills to the lines taken from Kanye (You should be honoured and bow to greatness)and Frank Ocean (“We made it sweet baby Jesus”), the African beat on Superstar to the quasi-reggae on Magician, a lot of the intended effect gets lost. Even his normally reliable lines fall flat. Excerpts: “You like that movie magic cos you got much action,” “Your body too smooth like lotion,” “Life is going fast so I’m making my slo mo”, “You gat wings, Imma lend u my feathers” “Life is a picture, you better get your photo”, “You must be a producer, you make my heart beat”.

Less than impressive production means these ridiculous lines are bare, out with no place to hide. Even Oleku has its duds: “Too many songs, but mine is latest.”
The album doesn’t work and might have benefitted from A-list artistes but with the exception of Tuface, Wizkid and the rest of the Choc Boiz, the guests are almost entirely obscure which might have been a smaller mountain for a more vast artist- Jags Of All Tradez had unknown vocalists Eve and Lindsey both of whom produced rapturous choruses. For ELI, Ice gets Sean Tero whose career never did take off and some other less than familiar names. When either one of the interchangeable guests, Yung L and J-Milla say earnestly “You sing for me girl like Mozart”, it might take superhuman might not to push skip.

Still, this album is Ice Prince’s. He has been pegged back by this less than average debut. Considering how long it took him to get his record out in the first place, taking into account the schedule of Chocolate City, it might be another Olympiad before he gets a chance to redeem himself. Already, some are saying deliberate sabotage on the part of his Chocolate City superiors, unreasonably it seems but there are questions: how come MI2 had for Number 1, its highlife song the best of the new Ibo crooners, Flavour while ELI gets the less than competent Wizboy for By This Time? Whose idea was it that Ice Prince anchors most of his own choruses? Why is Brymo not on another song based on the success of Oleku?


Indeed in an album where everyone involved must hang their head low, the real winner is MI who after the mismatch that was Kelly Handsome has just emerged unscathed out of a battle that had potential without even taking a shot. Hip hop heads would have to wait for a worthy opponent.

As for Ice Prince, hopefully the delightful cameos would continue and perhaps he just might think twice before proclaiming everyone loves him on his sophomore since, as his debut has proven, he is no Ray Romano.

Oris Aigbokhaevbolo
Asokoro, Abuja

Sunday, November 6, 2011

FUEL SUBSIDY, BABA SUWE, AND ONE OTHER THING



The news making the rounds in recent times is government’s decision to completely remove fuel subsidy by January 2012. The decision has thrown up a nationwide debate that has polarized views with the majority kicking against it. While some, especially government officials have thrown their weight fully behind it, most like myself scream blue murder. President Jonathan seems quite convinced that fuel subsidy is the cause of every Nigerian problem and expects well meaning Nigerians like you and I to see reason with him.
President Jonathan’s two major proposals since assumption of office have been met with stiff opposition. First, he proposed a six-year single term in office for Presidents and Governors. The reason: to reduce the “desperation” and corruption while seeking elective office. I still think it curious that tenure elongation would be the first major business a newly elected government should be canvassing. This verve or “ginger” should have been directed towards delivering on election promises like providing Nigerians with stable electricity and rehabilitating roads and the usual brouhaha.  In my opinion, this move sought to benefit politicians more than the common man (whatever this means). Besides in a society where politicians have abused opportunities time and again, Nigerians have grown both suspicious and cynical of politicians’ motives and so the the last thing you want to do is bring this kind of thing up early in your administration even if your name is Goodluck.
 His second major attempt at brilliant policy making is turning out to be yet another disaster. Arguments supporting the retention or abolition of fuel subsidy abound, and after hearing both sides, I believe yet again that common sense is really not common. The numerous reasons supporting subsidy removal may not lack credence but its implementation is mistimed. I have been extremely careful in criticizing President Jonathan. I strongly believe some people should be giving time to “adjust” to their new roles. I am also aware that Nigerians are very religious people who seek a messiah that performs instant miracles. And when they realize that the blind aren’t seeing and the lame aren’t walking, we do what we know how to do best: complain! So I have been slow to throw any sort of diatribe or reveal my disparaging views but my patience is fast wearing thin. The lethargy in government is unbecoming and motion is like that of a rocking chair. In the words of Tu-face Idibia (aka Tu Baba), “Nothing dey Happen”.
 After taking a critical look at the two arguments on fuel subsidy we will see why government should go “sofree sofree” on this issue.

THE “SUBSIDY FRAUD”
The major argument against fuel subsidy is the humongous fraud inherent in it.  Millions are paid out to undeserving individuals daily at the expense of the ordinary Nigerian. The subsidy which is supposed to support the common man (I hate this word)  is a smoke screen for the thievery happening behind the scene. The government once again blames the faceless cabal who they say is bleeding the nation out. Am not sure whether it’s the same cabal who fought Jonathan before he became substantive president or whether it’s another one. It appears that when any government has lost ideas on what to do, it blames a cabal. Let me give you a sneak-peek of how this fraud works.   A fuel importer could bring in 1000 metric tonnes and claim subsidy for 8,000 metric tonnes.  The “goodies” from the remaining 7000 tonnes will be shared. I will leave you to do the math. It runs into millions of naira each day. Everybody you can think of is involved. The oil companies contracted to import the fuel, the custom officers who sign off on the inflation of the figures, and off course you can’t do all this without the government officials who actually give the contracts. All these people make up the cabal.   A newspaper columnist gave me an insight into another dimension of the fraud which happens when the products imported are stored. He says, “because the NNPC imports more than it has storage facility for, the product is usually stored at private tank farms. If NNPC stores 30 million litres with your farm, you don’t have to account for 10 million litres. There is a process by which you can account for only 5 million litres as long as you know how to share the proceeds of the remaining 5 million litres with those who matter”. There are other “avenues” where members of the infamous cabal clean us out. The one I find most intriguing is this:  If the landing cost of PMS is N100 (it could be more), the importer gets subsidy payment of N35 per litre since our pump price is pegged at N65.   Off course you see nothing wrong at face value but if you knew that there are different grades of PMS (that sell at different prices) and as I here, the worst grade is imported into Nigeria but this importer gets paid as though he brought in the premium. An importer who brings in fuel can claim demurrage for   one month instead of one week. The people at the Petroleum Products Pricing Regulatory Agency (PPRA) approve the one month and get their cut. The fuel after being discharged is sent to all over the country and the Petroleum equalization fund (PEF) pays for the transportation to all corners of Nigeria to ensure that the fuel costs the same everywhere. The PEF guys make their cut when the marketer claims he sent 10 trucks to Sokoto while he only sent 5... Phew! Call it what you like, I call it blood money. This kind of corruption is just mad. You wake up early everyday working your butt off to make a life for yourself and there are people out there cheating their way into stupendous wealth. Truth be told, this kind of corruption is hard to resist. Some priest will gladly rip off the cassock for such a bounty. So it should not surprise you that for over almost two decades our refineries have been dead. No investor will touch them with a long stick. The money from importation is just too sweet. Government knows now that it is a waste of time to try to repair them. When you hear about Turn-Around-Maintenance (TAM), it is another scam to “chop” money. The money is shared because fixing those refineries would mean the end to the evil trade. It’s that simple. You will need real help to misunderstand it.  As at 2000, the amount spent on subsidy was about N1.5billion annually but it has risen to about N1.2 trillion in the first nine months of 2011- nearly the size of the capital budget for 2011! And this is why President Goodluck rightfully wants to get rid of subsidy.
The government’s position looks tenable until you begin to imagine the unbridled suffering it would cause the common man (once again). The poverty in the land is pervasive already and an increase in the pump price of fuel will doubtlessly lead to increased hardship. A day in Oshodi or Apapa in Lagos (am sure the same holds in Sokoto, Kano, Bauchi, Kogi, Benue and other Nigerian cities) will give anyone a wakeup call on what Nigerians go through to survive daily. Young men who should be in school or working decent jobs carry super yogo, viju and fan milk to sell in a country that produces oil.  Like citizens of other oil producing countries, Nigerians are entitled to derive maximum benefit from crude oil.  Citizens of the UAE do NOT do menial jobs. They live dignified lives but because of our leaders we are made suffer.  An investigation recently conducted by a Nigerian newspaper revealed that ‘petrol sells for the equivalent of N58.40k in Iran, N30.55k in Kuwait, N32.12k in Qatar; N17.52k in Saudi Arabia, N54.00k in the United Arab Emirates, N15.95k in Libya, N39.42k in Bahrain. They pay far less than what we are forced here to pay. Each of the aforementioned countries has functional refineries. For instance, Venezuela has 18 refineries most of which are dedicated to the exportation of refined petroleum products. In Nigeria, our four refineries currently produce below 10% of their capacity. If the National Assembly endorses the removal of subsidy, Nigerians would pay about N144 for a litre of petrol as if life wasn’t hard enough. Anytime I drive on Agege Motor Road on my way to church in Ota, I keep myself from cursing every minister of transport in Nigeria. The number of pot holes on the road outweighs the paved roads. A single pot hole can keep you an extra hour reducing life expectancy because of stress. 
Every decision government takes has no way of improving the quality of life of the common man (last time I promise). Whenever government takes decisions, it is always the citizens that bear the brunt. This present government has always taken the laziest approach to things. It is far easier to remove subsidy that to “fish-out” the criminals who are feasting on our common wealth.  It is easier to elongate one’s tenure than to fix the corruption that makes elective positions so juicy that no one can resist. It is easier to negotiate with terrorist (Boko Haram) than do the harder task of investing in intelligence gathering and enforcing laws against terrorism. Boko Haram went on a killing (or bombing) orgy completely emasculating our security agencies. They murdered people needlessly in Northern Nigeria but government only began to take them seriously when Abuja became a target. Who is fooling who?
 As regards fuel subsidy, the responsible step would have been to prosecute the culprits but because one cannot be an integral member of the “cabal” and not have friends in government especially if those friends provide campaign funds. So it’s best to do it through the back door where nobody will be offended. The people who did the electing are left to suffer the repercussion and those hemorrhaging the country can throw lavish parties and buy more properties in Dubai and London. It’s sickening!  
If a government is advocating austerity measures among her citizens, it should lead by example. What is one minister doing with up to 10 personal assistants? The Nigerian government’s recurrent expenditure is about 70% of the budget and they want the poor people to suffer for their profligacy? What are the National Assembly members doing with 360 new cars? President Goodluck led the highest contingent of about 120 people to Australia for the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting (CHOGM) with three executive jets. Who pays for the jet fuel and maintenance of these jets? Won’t everyone aboard the plane be paid estacodes and per diem for saying “Yessir, Yessir”? If the government will not reduce its spending to save for capital projects it has no moral or legal right (I think my lawyer friends refer to this as locus standi) to demand that Nigerians take on the extra burden. By the way, the Head of the Commonwealth of Nations, the Queen of England, went by British Airways (BA).
Nigerian governments should learn to be responsible and do the right thing and this is why I will not support fuel subsidy removal now. What exactly does the government do for her citizens as a social responsibility? The only thing that is considered as social security-subsidy-now hangs in the balance. Every bill that will benefit the common man (aarghh) and develop the Nigerian economy like the PIB is stalled in the National Assembly. But when it comes to allocating allowances and buying new cars, they say the ayes very fast and the gavel is hammered. State government will “drag leg” to pay minimum wage but will approve a new governors lodge “shap shap”.   Is subsidy the reason why we have unpaved roads and underdeveloped towns and cities? What is the assurance that the extra money from subsidy removal will be used properly and not enter “one chance”?
I can go on and on on this issue but it has already been over flogged. The conclusion of the whole matter is this: the government can never inspire patriotism in her citizen till it begins to protect and provide for them. I hate the fact that a few are benefiting from what belongs to 80 percent of us, but a system created them and the system should destroy them. Any more encroachment into the space of the common man (lol) may lead to Armageddon.

BABA SUWE DOES NOT GIVE A “SHIT”!
Babatunde Omidina popularly as Baba Suwe has been released after being detained by officials of the National Drug Law Enforcement Agency (NDLEA) for 23 days on the suspicion that he had ingested “16 wraps” of an illegal substance. His “shit” has been a matter of public discussion for all who cared to know. A man who has made us laugh and helped lighten the mood in our homes was subjected to such humiliation and it should not be taken lightly. Our politicians loot our treasury and are celebrated and given chieftaincy titles and MON’s. Someone who plies an honest trade is being harassed. I pray he sues them five ways from London!



ARSENAL FOR LIFE
We lost miserably to Manchester United in our worst defeat in almost a century earlier this season. We also had a terrible run in the Premier league but we have managed to survive. We haven’t just survived; we are almost back in the title race. All that is left is for Man City to lose five times while we win. Also Man United and Chelsea also have to lose a couple while we win. Em em, even Newcastle United has to lose. Phew!

©Ewoigbokhan Otaigbe Itua

Lagos, Nigeria
Itualive! ™

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Blog’s Life

Last week was the inaugural anniversary of Itualive! A blog I am proud to be a part of. Blogger Itua had captured some of the things that had gone into the making. But perhaps I can shed some more light on the beginnings of the blog and on some pieces.
Itua and I like to think we have some stimulating discussions on several topics stretching into the night some times, if it’s an argument it is mostly the case that we sleep off with no resolution, both of us certain we have each won by presenting compelling points, though uncertainty hangs over our beds like a shroud. There are times when I see the pieces on his blog like a continuation of our late night discussions but this time the blogger, (the bugger) has the last word, leaving no chance for me to get in my very reasonable objections. I have been lucky just once when he allowed my review of Tango With Me on the blog- the only time the tyrant has permitted dissent.
Sometime last year he came up with the idea of blogging, putting his thoughts out there. I supported him not knowing that soon I would be robbed of sleep as every post comes with a call or text to read- yet the man had the nerve to urge readers to blame me for the grammatical errors and typos.
Still I would say it has been a rewarding experience gracing this blog and vetting the pieces. It has given me a perspective on the language and I have come to understand that beneath every young Nigerian’s (apparent) mindlessness, there is a heart that beats for the country as you would hardly be able to tell from the blogger’s demeanour that such thought provoking pieces can come from the same person who by day and in real life- whatever that means online- is a fun person. It did not even seem like he would be able to keep it up. But cometh the hour, cometh the man...
By now, it’s a cliché to have a blog and it had seemed like Itualive! was just going to be one of the several vanity driven projects out there- if you know the blogger personally this would make more sense. But the posts so far have managed to put the issues on the front burner while the man himself takes a backseat. I consider it remarkable that such is possible, that moment when you realize that the angry, insightful, witty, sad piece you have just read is from someone who you have ate concoction rice from same dented pot, sometimes without cutlery! It is perhaps the most shocking thing about writing and writers looking from the inside- that moment when you realize that the ordinary guy you have always known has these strong feelings and can put it down clearly. There are times it feels like a miracle.
The blog has had several hits as the blogger pointed out in the piece making one year. But beyond the numbers, it is the arguments that some posts have elicited that I find most gratifying. I take it personally when these posts cause a ruckus and there is a debate and I mean that even when most readers take the opposite view. I function on the periphery but I find it pleasing.
As far as topics go, the constant reader (a la Stephen King) would notice that while the blogger writes politics and some social commentary, my pieces have been primarily about art. Movies, music and books have been my focus and it isn’t because “politics is a dirty game”. But the blogger has it covered and I have been ‘commissioned’ to do reviews, same way Colin Obaitan does sports and Ladi Opaluwa can pretty much send in whatever catches her fancy. I would ignore her astonishing ability and say: Yes, there seems to be some sexism going on, but I won’t say anything about that...
So far, of the guests on the site, I have the highest hits- a position I take much pride in. I should rub it in their face but I am much too nice, thank you. That piece of fact is also another thing the blog has given me- the chance to get my own thoughts online and reach out to the internet demographic. Therefore in a way, I get to pay for this chance with those midnight calls asking me to read and reread.
Lest I bore everyone and unearth any more “company secrets”, this is a thank you, a congratulatory note and perhaps a plea to reduce the midnight entreaties.

Oris Aigbokhaevbolo
 Asokoro, Abuja.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

ITUALIVE! IS ONE

About a year ago, on Sunday, October 10th 2010 to be exact, I made my first public post on itualive! It was titled, Nigeria: Political macabre dance, Cecelia Ibru and the Ex-SAN.  Before going public, I had also posted a review of Ijé, a Nollywood block buster that casted Genevieve Nnaji and Omotola Jalade Ekeinde. There was also a post on the exploits of Bishop Oyedepo’s of Living Faith Church that I got from Wikipedia. In the last one year, I have posted essays, poems, reviews and short stories in keeping with the theme of the blog. 

I would not say writing virtually every week has been a walk in the park (especially when it’s for free) but hosting this blog has taught me a few things in life. One of such lessons is to start where you are no matter how little the resources available to you. Another is having what Ray Ozolua (one of my favourite lecturers back then in University) would call “consistency of purpose”. You never know what an idea may become or where that small business may transform into. If you feel a nudge to do something, it’s best to go full throttle. As at today, Itualive! boasts of more than 11,000 hits on the blog directly (minus indirect links through social media sites like facebook and twitter). I have readers from every continent in the world including France, Malaysia, India, Canada and Australia. 

It all began one day as I read a Thisday online article after President Jonathan assumed office as substantive president in May of 2010. There was the argument about zoning and whether he had the moral right to run against the likes of Atiku Abubakar and Gen. Muhamadu Buhari. I dropped in a comment and I noticed I had a strong argument in support of “destiny” (I don’t feel so strongly about that now anyway). My comment was about 500 words and I thought, if I could feel so strongly about issues that affect we as Nigerians, especially on someone else’s article,  I could take it a bit further by getting people to buy into my own ideas. Voila!
And so I spoke to my friend Oris Aigbokhaevbolo about it, he is someone Stephen King calls the ideal Reader (IR). If you are an aspiring writer out there you need to get yourself one. An IR is someone who would save you from yourself. Oribhabor gave me the morale support I needed while my girlfriend was there to you know, spice things up. Actually, she has eyes for colours, so she helps with the site’s aesthetics. Because of her, I know which colours look friendly to the eyes and all that. And so after the colours were sorted, I started writing. Itualive! has ran virtually every week in the last year and I am grateful to God Almighty for the grace to invade your computers and mobile phones unfettered. I have seen the readership base grow beyond what I ever imagined and sometimes I do wonder what you find so interesting. It has also given me some form of social responsibility to represent Nigeria in my own way.

I write usually about whatever interests me at the time but recently I have stayed away from political issues because I have become quiet disillusioned over the Nigeria’s political stratosphere. It is becoming more and more asphyxiating and it appears the decision makers may not be ready to save Nigeria from shame. I hear about 30 billion dollars is being allocated for yet another National Identity card project. What happened to the ones in the past? For heaven’s sake I was under the sun for hours waiting to be registered in Obasanjo’s administration. Let’s assume for the sake of argument that we need National ID cards to breath, are we saying that the people who “walloped” the money for the botched processes in the past can go scot free. What lessons should we be taken from this: that people can come together, decide to steal money and take Nigerians for a ride and be rewarded with more contracts? It’s bad enough that 30 billion is going to be drained ones more (because it is IMPOSSIBLE to have sustainable development with blatant corruption in government circles) on another jamboree but what is really staggering is that the 30 billion naira is for phase 1. Now they want to “chop” in phases. And the saddest part is that they probably will still get away with it. Recurrent expenditure is at an astronomical cost in the country. Government officials spend millions on frivolous foreign trips and are not accountable to anybody. I believe that one day all these nonsense would stop. It just has to stop. All the GSM networks were ordered to conduct a SIM card registration process, yet the NCC embarked on its own independent money wasting venture. Data that could have been pooled from the Networks had to be duplicated because people must chop. All the GSM networks I subscribe to have my photograph and finger print. And am sure it’s the same for most Nigerians, so why can’t the committee on ID card just collate all these data? Anyway I wouldn’t want to spoil today’s anniversary with corruption issues so let’s move on...

This blog hasn’t just been about writing, the feedback I get from many of you have been a source of encouragement to continue to strive for excellence. I monitor the traffic on the blog keenly and I have noticed that some write ups are read more than others and these write-ups make up the POPULAR POSTS on the left hand corner of the blog. I like to refer to them as the “Hall of Fame”. The top 10 most read posts have also helped me categorize the interests my readers have. For instance: the article on Oyedepo is the most read piece on the blog (and I didn’t even write it painfully) suggesting that most Nigerians take religion seriously. We also take good writing seriously as the second on the “hall of fame” is Oris’ “Boys and Girls” short story (am pained that the second most read article here is still not mine but still..). My writings finally take seven of the remaining eight on the top 10 (phew!). After so many articles, the top ten may not necessarily portray the best writing as I have personal favourites that I believe deserve another mention. Chronicles of the Palm Wine Shop (Part 2) to me deserves to be on that list. I have struggled with the idea of resurrecting Madam Josephine again. I believe she has a bigger role to play in the future so please stay tuned. Obliquity is a short story I penned a while back and should join the likes of Relationship: Recipe for Disaster, Wedding Bells or Are My Ears Just Ringing and NYSC and the Killing of the Innocent in the list.

There were sometimes when I thought the blog was a burden and some friends of mine came to my rescue. The only Lady on Itualive! Ladi Opaluwa has helped me in no small way. Her poems (especially The Question the Whiteman asked my father) has fingered my literary nerve inspiring me to do more literary writings. Her short stories and essays show she’s a class apart. Another writer who has also enriched itualive! is my sport analyst, Collin Obaitan. I really do wish you all could meet this guy. I have been friends with him for over 8 years and I still haven’t figured him out (and that’s a compliment). Credits shouldn’t even begin without mentioning Oris Aigbokhaevbolo again; he is also responsible for the success of the blog. I send him my first drafts at odd hours to edit and he always indulges me. He is myself acclaimed editor and can be credited for most of the good stuff you see. He is also to blame for the typos and numerous grammatical errors by the way!

I would like to specially thank everyone who has left a kind (or not so kind) comment on this site or on other social media sites. I also apologise as I know I have offended quiet a number of people with my post especially when sharing it on facebook. When I send bulk messages to advertise my post, my intention is not to run down your batteries but only to share the link. I have been warned sternly by some never to share my link in their boxes again. I do apologise for this intrusion and hope to improve on my sharing capabilities subsequently. 

In no particular other, I would like to thank the following people for the encouragement they have rendered. I say  a big thank you to Cheta Obika (my number one fan), Edewede Akpesiri Odia Ruki (aka Sui generis), Douglas Baye Osagie, Toni Kan (for being a mentor), Wale Mohammed, Olawale Fabiyi Taza, Jimlas, Ray Ozolua, Nnamdi Ndueche, Adaeze Ezemwa, Adebanjo Abdulazeez, Adebayo Paul, Adedigba Muyideen, Aghanemuzor Daniel, Amadin Erins, Amayo Osahon Ida Allison, Olaya Osayeme, Efe Xigma, Ubasinache Otuonye, Omozemoje Asse, Nwankwo Nonso, Abhulihmen Anthony, Christian Osi, Ejiro Diakparomre, Amy Louis, Anne Oba, Arinze Ekwem, Asikhame Oikeh, Basil Valentine, Bernard Onuorah, Dewunmi Odujoko, Bolaji Ogungbe, Bolanle Peju, Chukwuemeka Obiukwukema, Okeke Chukwuma, Dave Meres, Ebade Abu, Eburu Rhume, Okowonna Tochi, Samson Zinom, Oseyi Okoh, Emmanuel Eborka, Ene Jane, Faith Adogame, Goziem Nweke, Godfrey Umhenim, Otutu Allen, Iveren Akaaer. Idowu Akinloye, Muyideen Adedigba, Isa Musa, Olakunle Jones, Soni Akoji, Jide Atta, Kehinde Okusaga, Franklin Markson, Mary Aki, Muhammed Tahir, Ndubuisi Chinedu, Stephen  Akinlua, Izy Umoru, Chuckwu Vera and lastly Mark Zuckerberg.
Forgive me if I missed out your name, but even the writer of Hebrews also couldn’t list all the names of those that walked in faith in verse 32 of chapter 11. I thank you all so much for the support and I pray that this time next year, itualive! would have expanded with more writers and more depth.

It has certainly been a pleasure...Cheers!

©2011 Ewoigbokhan Otaigbe Itua
Lagos, Nigeria

Monday, October 10, 2011

Superstar? Super Sun? Poor You



Listening to Nigerian music these days; something is glaring or rather the lack of something is obvious. Where are the regular guys? The broke blokes? If we are to believe the news, Nigerians are getting poorer, a significant percentage of the youth are unemployed. But somehow this malignancy has escaped today’s musicians.

It wasn’t always like this. We had Fela in the 70s, who while not quite as indigent as his audience, was conscious enough to speak their plight in his music. By the 90s, Fela’s political activism had given way to social consciousness as young men from the ghetto (especially Ajegunle) entered and dominated music. Daddy Showkey, Daddy Fresh, Baba Fryo sang of their plight and thus reflected the condition of average Nigerian.

By the 2000s, these musicians were eased out mainly due to low sales and the new boys quickly took over. These new boys brought superiority into the budding industry-these artists were smarter than the previous crop and became richer. Nothing succeeds as success and soon artists in faraway lands with artistic ambitions came back and the new order developed deep roots.
Unfortunately, this superiority carried over to the music and soon they were better than the majority of Nigerians. They had more money, more education and more talent. Naturally, vanity became a theme. A song is incomplete if the artist doesn’t chant their name, back when Daddy Showkey sang, “welcome Daddy Showkey, Welcome”, it was an introduction and an assertion of a self that had been hidden under a layer of poverty and obscurity.  These days it is a boast and a reminder that I did this.

Music from 90s excluded the rich who didn’t see the need for such assertion when a fat wallet was sufficient, besides wealthy families considered their offspring beyond an industry that had touts and ‘ne’er do wells’ as poster boys. Not anymore though, in contemporary music a display of wealth is necessary, even previously regular guys like Timaya now have to brag about their possessions. Recently, Soundcity’s Top 10 had only one ‘regular’ guy, Oritshe Femi. And even he had flashy clothes in contrast with the setting of the video. The message is, I am from here but I am not like them. Enraptured by the spectacle, viewers lap it up ignoring the message same way listeners dance to the beat ignoring the lyrics.

The present structure opened the gates for a young man with musical ambitions to thrive, especially taken under the wings of one of the successful musicians of the period. A young man who could never have survived the tortuous terrain of the 90s, but things have been made easy for Wizkid to own a significant portion of the pop music market.

In his debut album he begins with a song with a vanity title, Say My Name. “Everywhere I go...everybody say my name, Wizzy!” His life has changed he says. He might as well say he is no more one of the regular guys.
By the second track, No Lele, he tries to identify with the public when he says, “them no know how this young boy from the ghetto make am”. Someone from Ajegunle is probably asking, which ghetto? A pertinent question when in the next track, Scatter the Floor, he says to a lady: “let’s negotiate...don’t hesitate let’s go to my estate”. How many people from the ghetto have estates? How many can muster the cash-enhanced charm in the man’s voice?

The themes don’t change much, the early tracks tout the concerns of the album which really are the concerns of a rich teenager: girls, clubbing, wooing women and spending money on women. To his credit, he sings with an easy flow on beats produced mainly by the previously underused Samklef. The conventional pop album is more concerned with wants than needs, sex than love, dancing than thought, melody above sense and Super Star doesn’t rise above these concerns and not unintentionally as it is easy to see that it is a package for clubs and for arenas. In short, Super Star is a compilation of singles.

But the inclusion of the somewhat sober Oluwa Lo Ni shows unease with the track list so that the song is the weakness in an album that really should embrace its mindlessness and preoccupation with fun. Placing it in the middle of the album is another drawback for as Tuface has already shown, for albums like this, the self-obligatory near Gospel song should come at the end of the album- an LP equivalent of Nollywood’s To God be the Glory.

There are other weaknesses, most noticeably song writing. The artist is evidently more comfortable freestyling than taking time to pen lyrics. He’d rather sing sugary nothings than craft a memorable line. The album probably has just a memorable line and he says it twice on two different tracks: “my money and their money no be mate”.

For all the spewing of mindless fun, the melody thins out halfway into the album, the latter half not living up to the promise of the earlier tracks and has to depend on the suspicious placing of the very popular Holla At Your Boy toward the end. This marks out the album as one of two halves and robs it of cohesion. A quality another debut has plentifully.

Bez’s Super Sun is one cohesive package of music without a single strand sticking out or depressed. From talking galactic-sized ambition on the eponymous track, to wooing new women or wanting old ones, to urging listeners to put their heart in their endeavours, to dismissing love as overrated, he delivers an outstanding if unusual palette of songs.

To be sure, Bez too has women on his mind but music on Super Sun covers a different spectrum from Super Star- if true love is alive, breathing and can be found in today’s music, Bez produces the oxygen and if it is flailing in despair soon to drown, his music is the closest to the resuscitation it will get. Just listen as he paints an innocently romantic picture on Say: “Jellybean, let’s be like we were 17, having dreams like sandcastles in Brazil...” An expensive dream to be sure but sung sincerely. Even when on Stop Pretending he mentions the names of several women, it is easy to believe that he can love them all fully and equally which amidst all the ass shaking and winding is a rare quality in contemporary music.

Ordinarily, music on Super Sun should be alienating as the sound is entirely different from what obtains in the country but there are cues in his music that rein the subtle excesses in. For example, when he mentions the popular free night call package from Mtn, Extra cool, he succeeds in capturing more about Nigerian youthful love than a thousand slangs from a thousand songs from other artistes.

Bez overindulges often: a needless change in melody in the delightfully dismissive Over You, some lines feel forced- the psychology, biology, chemistry line in Stop Pretending, even the album title for instance- but the music carries the songs home. The man plays the guitar, has a band so his music would be perfect for live performances- a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by the producer as a couple of songs receive a live performance incarnation on the album though the applause does seem contrived.

The producer is Cobhams who has taken the vision he had on Asa’s debut, honed it and has made it manifest in broad yet subtle strokes here. Several things seem to be happening on the album as a whole and on individual tracks, most of these things taking place beneath the surface: from the violins and electric bell sounds of the opening track to the lush strings of Stop Pretending, to the abrupt percussion on ...The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, to the quasi-whistling on Super Sun to the slight country sound on Technically, this is Cobhams harnessing what he had dispelled in previous works. From the general to the particular, he has taken the subtle composition from Asa’s debut, the pop sensitivity from Darey’s Undareyted and the whistling from Girl on a Plane a great but criminally overlooked song from Faze’s Independent. Added to these is the mastery of the mix on the remix to the title track featuring pleasing verses from three rappers (elDee especially keen to remind the public that before his present phase of assisted singing he was a rapper of immense talent, Chocolate City’s Ice Prince delivers as usual and surprise addition Eva reduces her Nicki Minaj influence to drop what is sure to be her best lines so far.)

Still, Bez is not the 90s musician of the noughties, he can’t be. His audience has been cut out for him already. At least he doesn’t pretend like he is (the last song on the album dismisses the common childhood rhymes  of the average Nigerian as stupid even as he renders the  nursery rhymes of richer kids more reverentially, a less elitist artist would recognize that while those songs are not packed with meaning, they are still far from stupid). His album jacket suggests he had elite education, his voice doesn’t have the accent or grit of the longsuffering Nigerian and his music is too smooth to be visceral but his themes are personal and by speaking for one man, one man in love, one man in the throes of lust for a stranger, one man contemplating the ways of the world he succeeds in speaking for all of us even if it’s in a language a majority of Nigerians won’t understand for as Clint Eastwood has said, “Emotions don’t need translation”. Pity then, that most won’t get to listen to his music- they would be too busy dancing to other artistes display cash and conquests.

Bez would definitely not sell out and his songs would not receive massive airplay. He can blame his genre or the audience, but in a clime where those with the credentials for singing conscious music are distracted by the concept of ‘swagger’ and fail to craft socially relevant songs, he can console himself that he has come good.
Thus, the new era has raised two artistes, who would have been defeated by the rough nature of the path to music stardom in the 90s, to prominence but while they both have super galactic aims, one succumbs to the new order and thrives on it, the other seeks to redefine it and possibly transcend it. However, listeners would recognize that neither artiste really reflects their circumstance.
May the better artiste sell more units?
 Don’t count on it.

Oris Aigbokhaevbolo
 Asokoro, Abuja.