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Friday, May 31, 2013

DAZZLING!!!

She makes me going wild;
Wild, o wild and wild;
Rocking my world;
Me see an angel;
Beauty all round her;
O, she satisfies my soul;
O, me going wild;
Wild, o wild and wild…
She gives me loving;
Every day, every time;
Keeps me bubbling on;
She's my roots woman;
Finally got my bone;
She satisfies my soul;
O, me going wild;
Wild, o wild and wild…
She gives me loving;
Every day, every time.=DEOLA
Ooh;
It's so good, it's so good;
It's so good, it's so good;
It's so good;
Ooh;
Heaven knows, heaven knows;
Heaven knows, heaven knows;
Heaven knows’
Ooh;
I feel love, I feel love;
I feel love, I feel love;
I feel love….
==DONNA SUMMER

Thursday, May 30, 2013

NAIJA MAGIC!!!

He’s coming back again;
O ferede o;
Oun padabo;
Eyin ko ha ri irawo re;
Loju sanmo;
Already shining onto;
Another stealing;
On the land;
Come and see;
Nigerian wonder!
Come-n-see,
African wonder!

RAP:
Tamedun, se tire;
O muuje, o lo;
Lakasegbe,  se tire;
O muuje , o lo;
Lagbaja, se tire;
Muuje, a tun lo;
Daliki-daliki;
Dali-shalia!

Jona’s coming back again;
O ferede o;
Oun padabo;
Eyin ko ha ri irawo re;
Loju sanmo;
Already shining onto;
Another stealing;
On the land.
Come and see;
Nigerian wonder!
Come-n-see,
African wonder!

RAP:
Babangida se tire;
O gb'ona Minna;
Shagari se tire;
O gb'ona Gusau;
Daliki-daliki;
Dali-shalia!

Jona’s coming back again;
O ferede o;
Oun padabo;
Eyin ko ha ri irawo re;
Loju sanmo;
Already shining onto;
Another stealing;
On the land;
Come and see;
It’s Nigerian wonder!
Come-n-see,
It’s African wonder!

RAP:
Gowon se tire;
O gb'ona Panshi;
Abubakar se tire;
O gb'ona Minna;
Daliki-daliki;
Dali-shalia!

Alamieyeseigha’s coming;
Back again!
Man turned woman
Is coming back again;
Yepa, oun padabo;
Man turned woman
Is coming back again;
Eyin ko ha ri irawo re;
Loju sanmo;
Already shining onto;
Another stealing;
On the land;
Come and see;
It’s Nigerian wonder!
Come-n-see,
It’s African wonder!
==DEOLA

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A NATIONAL SHAME!!!

Me, I wanna tell ya a story; but before I go ahead, when I say “akuba”, I’d like ya to chorus: “oranyan.” Ok, ladies and gentlemen, 1, 2, 3, go: “acuba” “oranyan”. Eeba! Atoto, arere, alo mi alo o! Alo mi alo, motun gbe de o. Alo mi alo, alo mi alo; Motun gbe de o!
Once upon a time, the duckling president of Geniria republic of Africa had felt so bad about being the most cursed president on the face of this earth, this 21st century. He'd wondered why he could be so ridiculed. Even though, he deludes himself in the premonition that his name had brought good luck to Geniria, his fellow citizens yet mistrust and loathe him. What could he, perhaps, do? He had reasoned, and at last, had found a solution to this predicament from his subconscious mind: He had to change his name (Thannajo), and adopt a new name of Jan-mentsu-wang. Sound like Chinese? Yea! There ain't evil committed from a man wanting to rebirth. Even so, the bible sayest: "behold a man shall be born again." So, in his quest to rebirth, he had discussed and sought the approval of his party, and had gotten approved by every member, save one: Achimae (the priest of the heathens). Achimae had, vehemently, opposed him, saying: "Your Excellency, sir, Mr. president, I know you to be my kin from the royal priesthood of Onigo kingdom of Geniria. How come, then, your Excellency would choose to want to adopt a Chinese rather than any of our indigenous beautiful names passed down to us by our ancestors? Your Excellency, Mr. President! I am ashamed of you; and the god of our ancestor forbids me from lending you my credence. The President had to shout him down: "sharap (shut up), that is not carret (correct). I want to be Jang-wang-mentsu; because, I could sense why China is doing better in the comity of nations of the world...the Chinese have a laundered image from names that sound like a broken pieces of earthenware (Lee-cho-wang, Jan-tzu-chin, Zin-wang-Jang). So, priest Achimae, if you and the god won't lend me your support, I am content with the rest members of my party, who are ever ready to support me in all things." Thence, he charged Opabika from the priesthood of the Ikawa-Mob, saying: "go arrange ye, my name adoption ceremony, and have it scheduled to the African Union banquet. It gladdened the heart of Opabika, and he did as he was charged.
However, the President, on the eve of the ceremony, went on binge deep into the night. He got so drunk, slept, and drifted into Neptune, far away from the earth. He had forgotten his name adoption process necessitate him to repeat on oath the affidavit of his name adoption before the African Union Judge.
Not until suddenly, in his dream, he heard bang, bang, bang on the door, before he was aroused from his slumber. He struggled to get up, but alas, it was too late: Jang-mentsu-wang! The remnant of the wine and the cup on the table yielded to the resonating vibration of the bangs on the door. The bottles and cup fell and broke.
He surmounted composure, but unfortunately, "afefe ti fe, a ti ri furo adie. Shikena!" (The wind has blown, the perineal of the fowl is exposed. That’s all). The embarrassment could not be undone; but, he had another ace in his pocket. He waved the wand, and Priest Achimae cried out: “Egbami o, my life is in danger o!”
Eeba! Atoto, arere, alo mi alo o! Alo mi alo, motun gbe de o. Alo mi alo, alo mi alo; Motun gbe de o! It is my privilege to have been able to gist ya bout this happenings in the lower room of the spiritual underground of the African mafias.
==DEOLA 

Sunday, May 26, 2013

MY ALLEGIANCE!!!


Is Nigeria not the land of ya birth?
Someone had asked me;
Sometime ago;
O yea. Nigeria’s the land o my birth;
I’m a Nigeria man;
Nigeria’s the land of my birth;
However, like other men;
I forever run away;
See them lot of stealing;
Kidnapping, bombing, killings;
Blood flowing, every day;
Nigeria’s the land o my birth;
I’m a Nigeria man;
But, I’d rather run;
Than someone get me killed;
Hunger everywhere,
Starving and death all around;
Nigeria’s the land o my birth;
I’m a Nigeria man;
But, now, I’m American man;
Here, I got freedom;
And nobody taunting me
==DEOLA

CASSAVA BREAD!!!




Oyinbo, please;
No do gra-gra mo wa;
No do, no do;
No do gra-gra mo wa;
Flour bread nbe lode eyin;
Cassava bread nbe lode awa;
Tiwa ntiwa!
Akara dindin ni;
Ti a nje l'owuro o;
Robo robo roboto;
Lenu Nigerians!
Jona ti de!
Presido ti de!
Cassava ti de!
Bread ti de;
Aah, sweet cassava;
Sweet cassava;
World sweet cassava;
Better than sweet potato;
Sweet, sweet cassava
Sweet cassava;
Jona fun wa ledidi;
Ara, ema fasehin;
Jona fun wa ledidi;
Igba ke towo;
Gbas-kelele!
==DEOLA
(TRANSLATION: ENGLISH)
White men, please;
Don’t bully us;
You’ve got flour bread;
We got cassava bread;
Ours is ours!
It’s a fried cake;
We eat at breakfast;
A sweet bolus:
In Nigerians’ mouth!
Jona has come;
The president’s come;
Cassava has come;
Bread has arrived;
Aah, sweet cassava;
Sweet cassava;
World sweet cassava;
Better than sweet potato;
Sweet, sweet cassava
Sweet cassava;
Jona’s given us honey;
Fellas, don’t be distanced;
Jona’s given us honey;
Take, have a taste;
And groove it on!
==DEOLA

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

AFRICA-N-WOBLED DEMOCRACY!!!

Once upon a jungle, the animals were dissatisfied with the status-quo of the creator’s order to be subservient to the domination by humans. Therefore, on one sunny day, they staged a rampage, led by the Tiger due to its boldness, and Tortoise due to its oratory and wisdom, petitioning God to have them remolded into human beings. Tiger led, and the rest animal followed behind, forward march to the throne of God: Aaah, Like this: Jagajaga jagajaga! Left right left right! Dem dey march, yes! Dem dey shout, yes! God, excuse o! Afe d'eniyan leni (God, please, we wish to become humans today). At the feet of God, Tortoise delivered an emotion laden speech about animals travails in the hands of human beings. God was moved; and in His impartial love and wisdom, he granted the animals wish to become humans; but notwithstanding, he told them that they too have got to play a part in their transformation. He stretched forth his hand, and gave Tortoise a pot, saying: Herein in this pot, I've made you olive oil. Take ye, and go rub all over your body; and, ye all will become human beings. The animals became over joyous, and they marched back to the jungle with the given pot of olive oil. However, soon as they returned to the jungle, they assembled in an open plane field, laid the pot of the olive oil on the ground, with an exemplary caution, lest it tumbled and spilled. They organized feast to celebrate a transformation from animal to human being. Each donated foods and drinks according to each capability. And before a child could have pronounced mama, the party began with drum, song, dance, and jubilation. Everyone was in merriment, because liberation from human domination was not again negotiable. Whatever God had put together, no one dare put asunder! Like Sodom and Gomorrah, the end of human domination of animals is: Come! Come! The tortoise sprinted out with a melodious song:
Oju ti won, awon to npawa je;
Aimokan, aimokan lo di won loju; 
Gbogbo wa yio d'eniyan leni;
Eran'ko yio d'eniyan leni;
Ekun yio d'eniyan leni;
Erin yio d'eniyan leni;
Oju ti won, awon to npawa je;
Aimokan, aimokan lo di won loju.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Shame on them, those who kill us and eat;
It’s ignorance that blindfolded them;
Everyone will become human today;
Animals will become human today;
Lion will become human being today;
Elephant will become human today;
Shame on them, those who kill us and eat;
It’s ignorance that blindfolded them.
As the party was progressing, all of a sudden, lo and behold, some group hunters from the human kingdom emerged with an orchestrated drumming, song, and dance of "ijala ode":
O ba saa! O too!
Omo ode de;
Afohun bi ara;
Ogun lakaye;
Omo eran da?
Omo ode de.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Foul! Enough!
The hunter has come;
Who speaks in thunder;
God of iron the world over;
Where is the animal?
The hunter has come
However, the animals would not be deterred by the bluff of the human hunters. They continued with their song of: “gbogbo wa yio deniyan leni” This audacity infuriated the human hunters, to an extent a hunter shot, in attempt to kill a giraffe; but unfortunately, missed his target-a shameful failure. It was at this point in time the animals roared back in mockery song:
Oju tiwon,
 Oju ti awon ode to npawa je;
Aimokan, aimokan;
Oun lo diwon loju;
Elele rekun ewele!
Ao ma ni foju sukun ara wa;
Elele rekun ewele.
Drum beats roared with acoustic guitar, bass, piano, sax, percussion et al. It was the most melodious musical rendition I have ever witnessed in my entire life. My friend, how I wish you were there! You really missed out on the fun of that day! Deola? Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen; my friend is trying to ask me a question. Yes, my friend. How may I help you? Yea, Deola! Could these groups of hunters be likened to the: colonial imperialists, monarchs, military, and the rebels, for example, Boko Haram? Well, thou sayest so; but for the meantime, I allow you to indulge your curiosity figuring it out. However, be weary you do not over develop your intuitive perception like the invertebrate who over developed its thoracic cavity in an attempt to have big brain o! Thank you. Let me return to my narration. The monkey, in its acrobatic choreographs, leaped and somersaulted to the rhythm of the drum beat. But suddenly, a miss-step occurred; and lo, it leaped, fell on, and crashed the olive oil pot. O my God! The aspiration of the animals’ transformation into human was thus truncated. But, while the horde of the animals gave up the effort in frustration, the monkeys and gorillas charged towards the spill on the ground, rubbed their hands in it, wiped on forehead, face and feet; and hence became the caricature of the human form we see today. The caricature reminiscent of the democracy we have everywhere in Africa as compared to what there are in Europe, UK, America, Russia, Asia, and Australia. Deola? Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen; somebody’s got a question to ask me. Yes, my friend. How may I help you? Yea, Deola! Could the monkey, herein in this scenario, be a symbolic representation of African politicians over ambition, greediness, and ever ready to dance to the gallery that always warrants the military to stage coup, and thus truncation democracy? Blessed art thou, my friend, for flesh and blood has not revealed this to you. Upon this bedrock is democracy built in Africa.
 ==DEOLA







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