sunworship.ancestral summoning.hate.heart intelligence.deeds beyond our own lush poetry.deeds beyond our ugly bluff.true animals.brave lovers.snatcher-backs of space,voice and volition.mothering fathers.survivors.silent heroes.pre-industry whirlers of sound.beyond mere idolatry,i feel a closeness to and love for:
diamanda galas.colette magny.howlin wolf.vladimir visotsky.nina simone.albert ayler.
victor jara.dorival caymmi.caetano veloso.eugene mc daniels amongst other no-compromisers.the countless heroes of nigerian
apalla, highlife ,fuji,juju and psychedelia .children's utterances.palmwine tappers.cow herders.juju practitioners.the daily remains of human sacrifice rituals.machetespeak.
lagos under realities.danfo conductors.oshodi market.obalende bus-stop.agboros.
okada boys.bulgarian foklore.balkan melodrama.turbo folk.
nollywood movie trailers.traitors.mega sellouts.shamgods.hummerthrone hoes.kunu.gwete.kavarma popara.amala and ewedu.his ass.my peppered goat.
our tangle.his armpits.new planets.moist magic.ajegunle youth.
roma weddings.kinshasa.the battered,tireless people.the still endless congolese genocide.fearless dancers.vanished civilisations.livingwater.old trees.
sticks.stones.bones.mountain songs.the caves of riyom.death deities.my mighty womb.
and all that has left its print on my soul through the countless lifetimes and physical vessels i have inhabited.
..I was born an unlikely accident in history.From the sullen cave of the Cold War,I am the positive side effect of the two greedy sucklings' ego-drunk battle over the land of Our Mother's heavy bosom- the tragic colonial experiment named Nigeria.On one nostalgic harmattan day a young berom man was given an engineering scholarship in exchange for oil,tin and diamonds and boarded his first airplane ride to the Balkans,otherwise known as the land of the white africans,since that is where the greedy sucklings carried out their first scramble,divide and conquer experiments. Gods and Goddesses-scorning deeds that later sprouted forth the term 'Balkanisation of Africa'.And so he met a young wolvish bulgarian womban.My motherforce.The first ever meeting of the berom and bulgarian frequencies then burst into light and feedback and I was birthed. To the dismay of the ruling stalinists who sued my Grandparents for my existence.Little did they know that my Grandmother was a wailing ritualist with a mighty foot ,who in her finest attire stormed their courts and spat curses to make Baba Yaga,The Banshee,Hwa Vwehon,Oya and Durga gleam in pride.And so my infant vessel arrived in peaceful Beromland for a few nature cycles to later move to the now Siberian Republic of Komi,where the Russian Gulag built its famed concentration and forced labour camps.A reeling land of mass graves where midnight sun and snow adorned the lifescape and cheap cologne instead of the banned vodka became the beverage of choice.After a few more nature cycles and countless felled trees,I moved to Lagos,to grow up a lagosian- a curious and exhilarating kind of mental illness. At the age of 18 ,following many a run-ins with religious fascists,freeness stifflers,militant glutons and other vile orifices,I forged a visa to the greener grass,by then a seasoned ethical scammer shitting on man-made obstacles such as political borders and other nonsensicalities that attempt to block hearts from the universe.And I have lived in the greener grass that turned out just as burnt and dry ever since.But the Spirit tunes out whenever it pleases.To where seekers and whirlers converge to form soulclusters and true languages,spirit papiamentos and pidgins streaming from our hearts and vocal chords, the reproductive organs of the future.
I have alaways been inspired by who you are, my friend. Pure love, pure light, pure friends-I am grateful for you. missing you and wishing you all the best- Angelxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Dear Kaneng Lolang, thank you for "Gutspeak" espacially. You're not merely a singer, but a vocalist, "i mean, an artist who sings" (as would have said Eugene S. Robinson !)
A Happy New Year! Thanks for coming and enjoying the other night. I love your music! It's so real. Soulful. Makes me stop doing everything else. See U soon.
Miss Kaneng, It simply has been too long since I've seen you. I miss your spirited yet gentle ways. We're gonna have a small slumber party when I get back after the 19th, please do come. ---smooch---
