I was born in Lagos to parents who were both born here, in a lot of ways Lagos is my hometown. It is the city that has my life source, the place that most appears in my dreams and thoughts, it is simply home to me. However I cannot speak Yoruba, strange innit? I’m kinda language challenged, even speaking English is a challenge for me… Are you surprised? I’m more fluent when I write, can express myself with my keyboard/pen better than with my tongue and lips.
If you visit my blog often, you’d know I really love music. Music for me isn’t just relaxation and fun, it is life and my sanity. It has been there for me through good times and bad, especially bad times. From depression to near poverty to heart cracks and heart breaks, music has been my companion, inspiration and salvation.
I’m not restricted to any genre, my musical tastes are varied and eclectic. I’m a fan of Naija pop and hip-hop, Phyno and Olamide are my current loves especially that Olamide. I usually don’t understand what he’s singing but I just love the guy, from Durosoke to Young Erikina to Eleda mi to Shakitibobo. He makes me try to dance and I know that if I ever meet him, I’d lose my composure and blubber like a little girl, I might even cry. I can be emotional like that…
There’s another artiste that I will definitely blubber over- his name is Beautiful Nubia, his songs are so beautiful. I might not understand what he’s singing but I can feel the poetry that transcends words and their mundane meanings. Owuro l’ojo was the song that brought him into national consciousness and it is one of my favourite songs. I like how it talks about dignity in labour and living within the law and plenty other Yoruba blessings that for the life of me, I can’t figure out.
Another reason I like Beautiful Nubia is how his songs sound like they have been around since the 1950’s yet they are still modern, I really can’t understand how listening to him reminds me of Joe Nez- I really need to write about fat as a cow, Rex Lawson, Orlando Owoh and even pre-Christian Ebenezer Obey.
Maybe I will get a Yoruba boyfriend who’s caring and kind and extremely handsome, he’ll sing “What a feeling” by Beautiful Nubia to me every day. My dad won’t be pleased though he doesn’t like intertribal marriages for reasons that are valid for him and seem to make a lot of sense too. My dad can give you valid reasons why green should be black, he should have been a lawyer. I’m sure he’d soften when we give him beautiful Yoruba grandbabies with Igbo first names, you can stop rolling your eyes.
I like to think that music is spiritual, I’m listening to Seven lives by Beautiful Nubia as I write this and feel a peace that has eluded me in a while. It’s funny how a ‘secular’ song can be a place of refuge for me, maybe a time will come when only gospel music would fill the void for me. A time when I’d only listen to gospel music, it’s kind of hard to imagine that right now but I guess I’d have to wait and see. Right now I’m basking in the peace that attends me now
Perhaps that’s why I’m writing this because peace has visited me. I’ve had a rough month, October wasn’t funny neither was November but it is better now. Like we like to say in Nigeria, “it is well”.
In the spirit of sharing, gist me about a time that a song seemed to have been written for you and the situation you found yourself (good or bad or in-between). Don’t be stingy with your stories, I like gist.