Friday, 31 January 2014

Can You See Me? (1 to 3).

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He was sitting quietly on a long bench made from thick wooden slats, the bench stretched across the whole width of the cell and was firmly embedded into the wall at both ends. His head cradled in his palms as he stared at the floor, Fafo was full of self pity and regret. His immaculately shined shoes was at one end of the bench while he sat at the other end. 

It had been impossible to get any sleep because of the noise coming from an adjacent cell. The police officers had stopped checking up on the female occupant who was raising hell with her banging and shrieking. Her yelling only confirmed to them that she was alright, so they ignored her shouting, but she never gave up, the noise continued till dawn. They looked in on her more frequently now, because she was quiet. 

"This wasn't supposed to happen," he thought, all the planning, assurances and precaution seems to have been for nothing. The door opened, a policeman walked in carrying what was obviously breakfast. The officer put the tray next to him and left just as abruptly as he'd entered. The cell door slammed shut and he was on his own again. The last thing on his mind was food, in fact, it was the least of his problems as he considered his options.

Fafo stood up, yawned and stretched to remove the stiffness and creakiness he felt in his joints. He strolled over to the stained toilet bowl, unzipped and did his business. He went back to the wooden bench, sat and continued contemplating. He heard the door of the adjacent cell being opened, the female occupant was now swearing at the cops, "fucking assholes, bastards," and other words that were completely alien to him. She was now being escorted out of her cell to somewhere, he was surprised at the fortitude and patience of her escort. Where he came from, she would have been beaten to a pulp by now.

His breakfast remained untouched, the food and this environment were entirely alien to him. Even if he had been hungry, he still would not have eaten the meal.  Where he came from, nobody trusted policemen, especially those who never react to provocation. They were usually the worst of the whole lot, the calm exterior usually hid their cruel intent. When coppers are this polite, they were usually planning something unpleasant.

There was still some hope that he could get  himself out. All his possessions was taken, he had been searched but they hadn't found the charm, and he planned on using it to escape at the first opportunity that came his way....

To be continued. 

Third World - Lagos Jump.flv

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Third World the group toured Nigeria many decades ago. A versatile band that captured the essence of Nigeria of those days with this song "Lagos Jump."

The band supported the Jacksons, and toured with the Wailers at the beginning of their career. Their 1977 album "96 Degrees in the Shade" had a few hits on it and struck a chord with Nigerian Music lovers (who were just recovering from FESTAC). 

Third World were more fusion oriented than most bands and this probably contributed to their longevity. As far as I'm aware, they are still performing.

I'm posting this because I just found out today that the lead singer William "Bunny Rugs" Clarke is ill
and I hope he recovers very soon.




After FESTAC i.e. The World Black Arts Festival in the 70's, an occasion that brought to Nigeria, some of the most talented acts of that era. Third World came to Africa on tour and rocked our socks off. They memorialised the tour with the track "Lagos Jump."

Grateful thanks to Kuku Live for jogging my memory!


'Bodederek


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Friday, 10 January 2014

Telling it Like it is!

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Isn't it Obvious?


An article from Obvious Magazine shared to me by a friend via Facebook.

One reason not to live in a small town!



Obvious Magazine          
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Lawyers should never ask a Georgia grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realise you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defence attorney?'

She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a 
youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.'

The defence attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, 

'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.



He, He......


Bodederek


Friday, 3 January 2014

Soon Come!

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A happy new year to everyone. 

It has been a hectic end of year. I needed to get away from my computer, relax my mind and sort out a few personal issues. Put 2013 behind me and start 2014 with a fresh mind.

I'm happy to give the little I have to offer. Write from my perspective as honestly as possible, entertain and inform at the same time. Sounds easy. In practise, it is rather hard.

No-one has a monopoly on knowledge. It is impossible to know it all. Rather than make things up, I will give you fiction stories (when I have some to give).

I hope I get to attend or participate in some music and entertainment endeavours this year, it will give me material for this blog, and I will gladly share the experience with everyone.

Meanwhile, here are a few amusing photos I took last year.




I'll be back!

'Bodederek


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