Tuesday, April 27, 2010

for fela anikulapo kuti (29)


for fela anikulapo kuti
(1938 –1997)
in four kwansabas

he played an under ground spirit game,
he who carried death in his pouch.
his music was the massage, his medium
of social change. but dem sojas come-o,
dey go beat am. make him mad!
who no know go know am today-o
ah-ah! wait-o, make i commot my dress!

olufela, god’s glory, no be shakara oloje
his songs, bullets & he go say:
zombi no go go unless u tell
am to go. but him mama dey
go quench; throw her out the window!
throw her down for ground, na wah-o!
dis african man no dey carry shit.

him fight am back with afro beat
him send his mama’s coffin for head
of state! he dey waka, waka, waka;
he go many places, sef. for his
mama, he dey cry, for his people,
he dey cry, with tenor sax & shekere
endless grooves & yabis, he dey cry!

baba is dead-o! ibà á şẹ baba!
ma a gbo bi awon baba wa
se nwi
; listen to our fathers’ voices
in the fatidic sounds of afro beat
in its bodings & its auspice, in
its bitter truth; in the memory of
he who carried death in his pouch!


© Joseph McNair

3 comments:

  1. "listen to our fathers’ voices
    in the fatidic sounds of afro beat
    in its bodings & its auspice, in
    its bitter truth;"

    You have made his spirit shine even more, my brother.

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  2. Fela was so much a part of my Nigerian experience. I am still in shock that he is no longer with us. ith the stuff he's gone thru', I thought he would be around for ever

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  3. Did he actually marry 28 wives at one time?

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