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The Waiting

11/9/2020

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I am in the waiting
And I hate it
When all you're wanting
Is what you were promised
And you know that Jesus is saying
It is coming
But all you're wanting
Is the actual timing
Of the promised something
So that you can mark it
On your calendar
Set a timer
So that you're knowing
Not just waiting
Not just wanting
Not just trusting

But you can hear Jesus saying
Trusting is knowing

Though your heart is racing
And your pulse is thrumming
And your body is itching
And you can almost taste the victory
Though other options
Fill your vision
As all your mates offer solutions

Just keep praying
Through the worrying

Just keep trusting
As if you're knowing

Just keep waiting
Though you hate it

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SARS: An Emblem of Government Half-assery

10/13/2020

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     Nigeria has an efficiency problem. It's why we have roads, but not good roads. We have electricity, but it is not constant. We have public schools, but they are not properly funded so everyone who wants a good education is forced to scrape money together for private school.
We have cell service, but it's unreliable.
     Oh, we have wireless Internet service, but it doesn't work. I could go on and on but I think we all know what I'm talking about. The whole system, the whole Nigerian government is just half-assed. I wish there is a more technical term, but there isn't. 
     SARS is merely an emblem of that half-assery.
       The police unit, SARS, was formed in 1992 "to combat armed robbery with 'the element of surprise'" (Paquette, 2020). You know what this sounds like to me? Some Minority Report B.S. when Nigerian police, at this time, could not even handle actual robberies. I remember when our house in Ibadan got robbed as a kid. I know we went to the police station, but nothing came of it. We had to be our own FBI: gathering a list of potential suspects and making sure to stay clear of them as if we were the ones who committed the crime!
     Somehow, in the past few years, SARS has morphed into the most half-assed police unit to ever exist: a Yahoo boy- profiling unit that gathers suspects, not based on reasonable cause, but based on the color of their hair.  
     Instead of creating an intelligence-gathering agency to sniff out fraudsters on the platforms they actually use, SARS officials corner timid boys and girls for buying rice and pepper from their local market (this is an actual story on endsars.com).
     It's the equivalent of going blindfolded to the grocery store to buy brown eggs. Literally, the only way you can tell the difference between a brown egg and a white egg is with your eyes, but instead of using your vision to find the brown eggs, you pick up every roundish grocery item your hands can touch, throw it to the ground and step on it because you decide that it is brown.  Of course, the real brown eggs are ensconced in crates where you cannot reach them  because you cannot even see them. 
What the people in power do care about though, why they refuse to turn their words into action is because they know that if they implement the changes demanded by the protesters, they concede their power. 
     Women are raped. Men are pummeled and bludgeoned to death. Even if a person was a burglar, a criminal or a scammer, they still don't deserve to be treated the way SARS treats innocent people. 
     The Former Inspector General of Police, Ibrahim Kpotun Idris, had the effrontery to say that social media is for criminally minded Nigerians. This is the man that was in charge of all police in Nigeria. Well, if that's the case, doofus, why didn't you focus on gathering evidence on actual criminals on social media since that's where they are?
    Here's the stone-cold truth: The government does not particularly care if SARS is disbanded or dissolved or ended. That's why they are quick to (and have been quick to since 2017) verbally dissolve them on national and international television. What the people in power do care about though, why they refuse to turn their words into action is because they know that if they implement the changes demanded by the protesters, they concede their power. The same power that reinforces the half-assery of Nigeria's system, and they can't have that. Because then they can't embezzle money anymore. 
     Well, we are coming for you, pathetic excuses for leaders. We are coming for you.
    Sars is not just a youth problem, it's an everyone issue. This is where we say enough is enough. 
     If you're wondering how to help, please visit 
endsars.carrd.co
     You can also join @limoblaze_'s prayer walks/protests. Tweet #EndSars and #SarsMustEnd. Pray like crazy. Join protests. Move heaven and earth because as children of God, we can do it.

Reference:
Paquette, R. (2020, October 11). Nigeria abolishes special police squad after nationwide protests. Washington Post. https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/africa/nigeria-sars-police-robbery-end-sars/2020/10/10/999e2400-0a48-11eb-991c-be6ead8c4018_story.html 
Image credit: Wale Adetona (@iSlimfit on Twitter)
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Cuties: A Review

9/10/2020

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     The Netflix film, Cuties, generated much controversy even before it was released on the platform. My take: Cuties would work in a perfect world, but our world is anything but. 
      Here's what I mean: if Cuties could be released exclusively to an audience of only adult women, it works. It creeps me out to think of a guy, any guy, watching this film. In this imperfect world of ours where fathers rape daughters and uncles touch little girls inappropriately, I am disgusted with the thought of those kinds of men watching these pre-pubescent girls twerk. 
     Yet, that is the philosophical dilemma of societal commentary: in an attempt to comment on the hypersexualized world that we live in, Cuties, itself, is hypersexualized.  And when I say hypersexualized, I really, really mean it.
     Aminatu and the other girls in the Cuties dance group break out some sexualized moves I have not even seen grown women do. 
A Short Synopsis for those who haven't seen it:
     Cuties follows the story of an eleven-year-old girl, Amy Diop, who has just moved into a new housing project in Paris along with her mother and two little brothers. We learn that her father is back in Senegal, taking a new, younger wife and will be joining them soon. Amy seeks solace in a girl dance group called "Cuties." The Cuties are desperate to prove they are not little girls. They bare their midriffs, dance suggestively, and use curse words. Throughout the film, we see Amy struggle to balance her home life and her Muslim-Senegalese upbringing with the dramatic "freedom" that the Cuties' lifestyle seems to offer. ​

A Critical Look At Cuties

  1. Westernization (West is Better) Narrative
  2. Portrayal and Treatment of Women/Girls

Westernization (West is Better) Narrative
1. The protagonist's name is Aminatu. If it is to be shortened, the spelling should be "Ami," not the Western-friendly "Amy." Yet, even the Netflix subtitles have it as "Amy." Aminatu and her family are newcomers. It's unclear whether they are new to that particular area (housing project) of Paris or if they just arrived from Senegal, the latter being more likely. Either way, Aminatu is new to the area, new to the school, and she does not even get the dignity of having her name spelled right. In Aminatu's first direct interaction with the Cuties, they accost her: throwing her books to the ground and calling her names, among which is "Senegal."
Of course, Aminatu internalizes this "West is Better" narrative and adopts her Western identity. On her social media page, Aminatu spells her name "Amy." Every immigrant with a non-Western name can relate to Aminatu's experience. As someone with a non-Western name, it is interesting to see the director, 
Maïmouna Doucouré, commit the same blunder she seems to be critiquing.  

2. In pop culture, there is an existing narrative that Western culture equals "free" and "uninhibited" while non-Western culture/families are negatively portrayed as "conservative" and "restrictive." And of course, in this narrative, Western is better, sending a clear message to non-Western people that "if you can just be Western, you will be happy."
Doucouré initially plays into this dichotomy: Amy is laughing and care-free when she is wearing crop tops and rehearsing with the Cuties; Amy is stone-faced as she sits through another prayer lesson Then, Doucouré dismantles the narrative:
     When we first meet Aminatu, she takes the time to torture her little brother with ghost stories so he can sleep; she playfully portions out cereal for him. She even takes the time to tuck her baby brother to sleep. This is "restrictive" non-Western Aminatu.
     When Amy becomes "free," her mother falls to the ground in a faint and Amy cannot even be bothered to get up from the dinner table. She locks her little brother in a bathroom for (probably) hours so he doesn't bother her and her new friend. She steals from her mother, pushes one of her "friends" into the river so she could take her place in the dance team, and posts naked pictures. This is Western Amy.
     
Doucouré cleverly draws a comparison between Amy and Aminatu and asks the viewer to judge: who is really "happy"?
     ​I don't know, I think I'd take Aminatu. 


Portrayal and Treatment of Women/Girls
1. But life's not perfect for Aminatu either. And this is arguably what pushes her to be a Cutie. After all, if her mother - who was doing everything right - could still lose her husband to a second wife, what was the point of being a "good" woman?
     Although only eleven, Aminatu was already being groomed to be a "woman" and in so many African (pardon my generalization), that usually comes with a ton of responsibility. Less than five minutes into the film, Amy has to sit with much older women as they listen to an off-camera speaker expound on the importance of piety and virtue while  Ismaeli, her little brother, sits only a few feet away engaging in carefree play.
     Right after this, Aminatu walks in on a girl her age dancing with the same care-freedom  Ismaeli has (because he's a boy) and Aminatu is fascinated with the idea of being so unencumbered, so "apparently" childish.
     Of course, we'd come to see that the dancing is anything but childish.
 2. Mariam's - Aminatu's mother - situation is the plight of so many women in West Africa. Although hurt and embarrassed by her husband's decision to take another wife, she is forced to bury her emotions, her thoughts, her self because (in our society) that's what it means to "be a real woman." Afterall, a "real" woman is one that is perfectly fine with her husband sleeping with another woman just down the hall from her children's room. 


2. On Hypersexualization
     I don't think I can ever watch another music video without wondering if the video girl is gyrating to the music because she wants to or because she thinks she has to. I think the saddest part of this whole film is the hypocrisy that it reveals in our society. We live in a society where "sex sells," and not much is done to protect little children from that. So to be completely affronted and shocked when little girls mimic what they see on their television screens or on the trending section of YouTube is not just hypocritical, it is a little sad. Banning Cuties would not solve the societal problem of hypersexuality but in true hegemonic fashion, anything that shines a light on the dark underbelly of society must go. 

     Cuties is an educational film. Doucouré does a fantastic job commenting on so many aspects of society: the oppression of women, hypersexualization, immigrant struggles, even bulimia. At one point, she shows Yasmine forcing herself to throw up in the bathroom before she rejoins the Cuties, commenting on the horrific societal standard that a girl (in this case, Yasmine) can only be a part of the group if she is skinny.
     Yet, the ending of the film leaves a little much to be desired.
 Aminatu' story is resolved too quickly and there are no consequences for her behavior. She posts a nude picture of herself online and almost drowns a person, but because the last scene shows her wearing age-appropriate clothes and playing jump rope, all is forgiven and forgotten? 
     Cuties both works and it doesn't. The director falls into the same traps she is criticizing but at least she shines a light on this broken part of our society. We can do better. Our black girls deserve better. 
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Enjoy Where You Are Today

9/8/2020

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"The glory of the young is their strength; the gray hair of experience is the splendor of the old."
     I was reading Proverbs 20 earlier this morning when I came across this verse. And I was  reminded that every season of life is important. If we look for it, there truly is beauty in every moment.
     In our current social media culture where a glimpse into someone else's life is just a click away, it is so easy to engage in the toxic act of comparing.
          
People with 20k followers can't wait till they have a 100k.
          Those who are single pringles can't wait to get married.
          And those who are married can't wait to have kids.
.. the list goes on.
     We spend our life wishing and waiting for the next big thing, ignoring what we have in our hands right now. Moses went from a shepherd to the leader of a nation, and it all started with his shepherd's staff. In Exodus 4, the Lord asked him: "what is in your hand?" This simple shepherd staff would go on to have a starring role in one of the biggest miracles ever: parting the Red Sea (Exodus 14:16).
     I guess my point is that what you have right now is valuable. As a young person, the strength in your bones is valuable. Enjoy it, use it. And if you are older, you have an indisputable wisdom that comes with experience. Appreciate it, use it. 
     
     Enjoy where you are today, my loves, because it doesn't last forever.
     There's beauty in every moment that God created because God created it. See it, believe it, trust it. ​
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Thank you, Chadwick Boseman

8/29/2020

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     Chadwick always seemed larger than life. His infectious smile lit up the screen and sort of just warmed your heart. His work inspired us to dream, to dare, to be more. 42 was the first film about black history in America that I ever saw, and when Black Panther was released in 2018, I had never been more proud to be black.
     Chadwick was the epitome of black excellence. He showed us that being black is a gift long before the world said it was okay to be black. 
     Chadwick, thank you. It was a privilege to watch you. We will miss you on our screens. We will miss you in our hearts, but I couldn't be more thankful that you are in a better place where colon cancer can never hurt you again. You're with the One who loves you more than life itself and that makes me happy. 
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Afropop Vol 1: AG Baby is Our Baby

8/25/2020

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     Adekunle Gold's transformation from Adékúnlé Gold of Gold, his debut album, to AG Baby of Afro Pop, Vol. 1 is a curious case of Benjamin Button syndrome. You know...because he aged his image backwards. He even has "baby" in his new moniker. 😂
     But this transformation, this reverse-aging, is not necessarily a bad thing. I loved the Ad
ékúnlé Gold of Gold and so did my parents. His sound transcended generations such that every time we were on a long drive, my dad would request his album with excitement. However, his new sound is transcendent, in its own way. After all, it is very telling of Adekunle's talent that he is able to transform so radically and yet, remain quite relevant. 
    Let's see what he packed into this album, shall we?
  1. "AG Baby": This song is a perfect, perfect introduction to this new Adekunle Gold. It's a new sound, yes, but beneath the backing track, you can hear stirrings of sax that remind you of the agbada-clad Adékúnlé Gold and it's heartwarming. One can't help but join Nailah Blackman to encourage him: "Eh, eh, AG Baby, don't stop."
  2. "Sabina": The track production on this song is breathtakingly innovative. I cannot say the same about the chorus, though. We kind of see Adekunle descend into his usual, repetitive chorus strategy and it works against this song. In the verses, though, especially verse one, where he decides to take a risk, it pays off and his lyrics land perfectly.  
  3. "Pretty Girl" : This song is MAD! Patoranking's hook kind of sounds like the beginning hook of Burna boy's "Ja Ara E", but I'm not even mad because this song takes it to the next level. The girl power in this song is Beyonce's "Brown Skin Girl"- level and it warms my heart. I can't help but compare this to the disaster that was Burna Boy's "Comma" (read more here). My only issue with this song is that it gets a little repetitive about three-quarters into the song and it starts to drag, but only a little.
  4. "Okay": Okay, Uncle Kunle, I see you. When I was listening to this song to review it, I kept trying to type, but the song won't let me. It was like, "I'm not done with you yet. Vibe some more." This is my favorite song on the album. It's so beautifully Adekunle Gold, especially those lyrical rhymes in the chorus. Hmmm!
  5. "Here for Ya": One of my favorite things in the world is when an afro song has a beat drop. Please, which smoothie is Pheelz drinking to fuel his creativity and do they do international shipping?
  6. "Exclusive": This song is the most pop-sounding on the entire record and it does not do Adekunle justice. At all. We all know this: Adekunle Gold's voice has a melody of its own. So when you mix it with a very pop-ish, melodic production like the one on this song, it legitimately sounds like choir practice gone wrong. Especially that chorus. If you don't believe me, compare it to when Olayinka Ehi comes in on verse two. See how well her voice falls in with the melody of the backing track? The song is dope; I just really wish they let her sing the chorus. I feel like it would have taken this track to "AG Baby" status.
  7. "Firewood": This song is okay. It's one of those songs that you either really like or just don't really care for. You can't dislike it because it's not bad. It's just...there.
  8. "Something Different": This song has over 3 million streams on Spotify and I understand why. Everything in this song just lands: the beat, the melodies, the lyrics, the message, you name it. In some ways, one could argue that Adekunle Gold's transformation has not allowed for the deep messaging of songs like "Ire" or "Fame" to shine through. But in "Something Different," we see a glimpse of that soulful songwriter and it's satisfying.
  9. "Water Carry Me":  This song is so satisfying. It's like eating rice and stew from a buka. It's not some fancy gourmet dish, but it's classic and it's sweet and you hate when it finishes. 
  10. "My Ex": Sometimes you don't have enough words, so you rely on emojis to convey your message: 😁😁😁😁
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Twice As Tall? It's Your Call.

8/23/2020

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     Before Twice As Tall began streaming, I had read quite a few reviews - all of them brimming with praise for Burna Boy's latest body of work. Then I listened to the album and I couldn't quite believe my ears. This is it? I wondered aloud to myself and my brother as the album played loudly on the car stereo. But I swallowed my disillusion and decided to listen again. This time, I sat with my headphones and my fingers poised above the keyboard:
  1. "Level Up (Twice As Tall)": This track is nuanced: everything from the sampled Pat Boone's "Twice As Tall" intro to the track chorus sang by Youssou N'Dour to Burna's verses. As different as these parts are, the production does a great job of transitioning one to the other with the seamlessness of an orchestra directed by a masterful conductor (in this case, Diddy). With headphones on and genius.com open, this track is an experience, one that leaves you feeling contented.
         But without headphones, the seamless transitions are lost. The track plays like a kaleidoscope of sounds and not in a good way. And without Genius Lyrics, the message falls flat. Burna Boy's enunciation is buried so far beneath the melodic quality of his voice in this track. While he might have gotten away with that on a song like "Ye" or "Anybody," enunciation matters here, and for the first track of the album, "Level Up (Twice As Tall)" could have been better produced.
  2. "Alarm Clock": The transition from "Level Up" to "Alarm Clock" is production quality at its finest. But then "Alarm Clock" begins, and it's just weird until Burna shows up around the 35th second and saves this track from being a waste of two minutes.
  3. "Way Too Big": When Burna Boy says he is way too cool, way too smart and way too big, you actually believe him, against your better judgement. Maybe it's because he believes it, so it sounds more like #facts than bragging. Or maybe it's because this track lands perfectly with a cool union of Burna's melodic voice and a sweet blend of afro-infused beats and electronic sounds. And oh my gosh, what was that incredible saxophone/guitar solo at the end?  
  4. "Bebo": This has been proven over and over, but once again, "Bebo" shows that no one brings the vibe like Burna does. If Burna Boy is trying to pass some deep message in this track though, it is lost beneath the vibe. 
  5. "Wonderful": This is, perhaps, my favorite song on the whole album. Although Burna boy has many songs that make you want to dance, "Wonderful" makes you want to twirl around in reckless abandon. There is a kind of breezy, weightless delight to "Wonderful." These are not adjectives one would typically attribute to Burna, but there you have it. There is an unaffected joy that this song brings out, and it's infectious. 
  6. "Onyeka (Baby)": I have mixed feelings about this track. I really want to like it, but I don't think even Burna likes this song. It feels just a little empty, except maybe at the beginning of verse two. 
  7. "Naughty by Nature": Perhaps the most inspired decision of this entire album was to feature the hip-hop band, Naughty by Nature, on this track. The production blend of hiphop and groovy afro beats was such a pleasure to listen to. But maybe someone should tell Burna Boy that it's okay if someone does not gbadun him. (P.S. Did you guys peep that nursery rhyme addition in the post-chorus? Masterful!).
  8. "Comma": Is it just me or is this track hecka problematic? No, you know what? I don't care if it's just me. This song is so problematic, it's not even funny. I'm a little upset that no critic mentioned the misogynistic undertones of this song. Burna Boy claims to be so enlightened and all about "black power," but I guess that power is limited to black men. Because, you know, black girls can have "comma." 
         Maybe I won't be so mad if the examples that he gives in the song, girls with enhanced breasts and unevenly bleached skin, do not stem from deep insecurities and unattainable Western standards of beauty. Burna had a chance on this song to uplift black women, but he goes the opposite direction.
         Two guys writing, producing, and singing a song about the physical flaws of a hypothetical woman who (obviously) cannot defend herself is so indicative of our real world power dynamics that you can't help but wonder how anyone thought this track was okay for release. I could write a whole epistle but let me come down from my soapbox and review the rest of the album. Also, just...thank God for Genius Lyrics. If not, that's how someone will be dancing to rubbish lyrics. 
  9. "No Fit Vex": This is one of the most moving tracks of this entire album so far. When Burna sings from his heart, everything changes: The song goes deeper than the vibe. Even his voice changes and you can hear him enunciate almost every syllable. It's human. It's deep. It's liberating and it's Burna Boy at his finest. 
  10. "23":  This album is chock-full of lyrics in which Burna Boy proclaims himself as the best, larger than life, and you know, "twice as tall," but on "23," it's different. He's expressing himself and it's beautiful. Plus, the track production is set up so beautifully around his voice that it makes you wonder how good he'd sound on a ballad.  
  11. "Time Flies":  Sweet, sweet music, period. 
  12. "Monsters You Made": If "Comma" is a misogynistic mess, "Monsters You Made" is a woke work of art. Every time I hear this song, I shiver at the pain and anger in Burna Boy's voice because I know he is merely echoing the pain and anger of a billion other people. 
  13. "Wetin Dey Sup": I just...I don't really know what to do with this song. 
  14. "Real Life":  The richness of Stormzy's tone is undeniable, but the message of this song is the loudest and most stunning part of this track: an encouragement to really live.
  15. "Bank On It": Wow. Just, wow. Everything about this song is a hit: the touching intro, Burna's amazing rhymes, the seamless transitions and that sweet harmony at the end. What a great way to end the album! I can vibe to this song all day and I will. ​
     
 Twice As Tall? You decide. 
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APOLLO Review: Fire hasn't dimmed just yet

8/20/2020

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     Laughter, Tears & Goosebumps is a tough act to follow. I didn't actually review it, but I don't think I needed to: we were all kind of in awe of Fireboy DML's genius. 
     APOLLO is miles away from Laughter, Tears & Goosebumps and I have mixed feelings about that. In some ways, that's a great thing because #growth, yet I can't help feeling nostalgic for the magic and, dare I say innocence, embodied in his debut album.  Let's review the album track by track, shall we?
  1. "Champion": I don't want to take away from the beauty of this track, because it is, in fact, beautiful. At least the beginning melodies. When D Smoke comes in, the vibe changes and it almost feels like a different song. But that is not my main beef with this track. It is the lyrics. Perhaps if another artist was singing verse one, it would sound like self-empowerment, but in Fireboy's voice, it just reads like self-importance and it doesn't land. Sorry.   
  2. "Spell": I had high expectations for this track as soon as I saw Wande Coal was featured on it. But I have to be honest: nah. The lack of depth in this song is its main problem. Perhaps the idea was to do something fun and lighthearted, but ko werk, especially when they both go into (strained) falsetto as if they are singing about a deep something. 
  3. "ELI": The level of artistry in this song is very, very cool. The flute sounds, the electric guitar, and the drizzled topping of afro-beats makes this track a very, very smart choice for a single. 
  4. "Tattoo": I hate how cool the arrangement of this song is because I can't sing it. It's so vibey but the lyrics are very explicitly sexual. So, not for me. 
  5. "Favourite Song": This track has my favourite production of the entire album. Ironically, it is unlikely to be a favorite with die-hard afro-something fans. But this song is the first on the album to show me the Fireboy DML I've been waiting for. There is a little bit of Michael Jackson, a little something of Marvin Gaye and even more surprisingly fun, a Macarena chant subtly playing in the background. "Spell," please take note: this is how you do something fun and lighthearted. 
  6. "New York City Girl": I didn't think any song could top the feels that Fireboy served us in "Need You," but "New York City Girl" is everything and more. I'm not from New York City, but if I was, I swia, no one will hear word.  
  7. "Lifestyle": I hate to say it. I hope I don't sound ridiculous but I think Fireboy could do much, much better than this track. Sorry to this track.
  8. "Airplane Mode": This song is so Fireboy DML, it takes my breath away. His voice soars on this track. When Fireboy is singing from his heart, when he is not putting on the "I'm-the-best" airs that artists feel like they need to put on, that's when he shines. That's when his light is so bright, it almost hurts your eyes. Fireboy's light shines so bright in "Airplane Mode." It's deep, it's Fireboy-lyrical, and it's dope. Everytime he says "on my own" in the chorus, his voice breaks a little and it's one of the best things I have ever heard. 
  9. "24 (Interlude)": There's a message here but I can't seem to figure it out. Is he talking to himself? Is he talking to young twenty-somethings who are still trying to figure life out? I don't know, but maybe that's the point. Either way, it's a perfect interlude.
  10. "Dreamer": How beautifully produced, how lyrically moving, how heartbreakingly perfect is this song. That's not a question. It's a statement. Fireboy DML makes a statement all over this track and leaves us begging for more. 
  11. "Afar": Early 2000's feel, anyone? I will only say three things about this track because we'll spend the entire day here if I don't limit myself: Uno, I'm pretty sure I have never heard Olamide rap in English and I'm kinda in love. Dos, the depth in this song is unreal. Tres, Fireboy's voice sounds so good in this track, it's like spicy noodles. Sorry, one more thing, Fireboy, ma pa mi nau.
  12. "Go Away":  How can one song make me want to dance and ugly-cry at the same time? What can I do to make it go away? I guess I could skip to the next track, but...I think I'm addicted. Everything about this song is so well thought out. Even "ye," the ad-lib chosen for the chorus is the same sound one makes when in pain or when you love someone who doesn't love you back.
  13. "Shadé": What is it about Shadés/Sadés that makes Nigerian artists sing for them? There are other names in the world (like Ronke, for example). Just saying. 🙄
  14.  "Friday Feeling": Perhaps the coolest sequence on this album is the transition from "Shadé" to "Friday Feeling." This is obviously a dance track, but it lands in that magical way that only Pheelz and Fireboy DML know how to create. "Pheelz, ma pa mi nau" is the best line of this entire album, period. 
  15. "God Only Knows":  I just want to listen to this song over and over without having to come up with words to match how it makes me feel. But... must be nice to be a muse.
  16. "Sound":  The verses in this track sound like the first verse of "Feel," yet it still sounds fresh. Guys, guys, guys, I think that Fireboy is telling us that he can regurgitate the same sound and we will still vibe to it because he is the APOLLO of sound. And um, he is not wrong...yet. 
  17. "Remember Me":  Deep lyrics, check ✔️. Crazy beats, check ✔️. You guys, there is an actual beat drop in this song. Talk about ending the album on a bang!
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Story Time: You're Not a Failure

7/23/2020

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     Two days ago, I received bad news. My story did not make the list. I am not a stranger to rejections or sending in submissions that go unanswered, but this one really, really stung. You know that pain when you stub your little toe on the edge of your bed or on the door sill? Yeah, that's how it felt. 
     I had been waiting for months (months!) to hear the result of the competition. And y'all, I had put in so much work into my entry: reading and re-reading, staying up late to make sure I met the deadline, to make sure that I was putting my best foot forward. This was, literally and figuratively, my best. Yet it was not good enough. I did not even make the list of "notable contenders."  
     As soon as I saw that my name was not on the list, the Holy Spirit went straight into Comfort Mode.  
     "The Lord has a plan," He whispered. "Everything works out together for your good," He assured me. "I'm right here, Ronke. Right here."
     I was hearing it all, but it wasn't sticking. My mind was already in overdrive. Doubt, fear and insecurity fell over me like a wet, heavy blanket. 
     "Maybe this writing thing is not for me," I reasoned. 
     My brain latched onto that thought, the devil fanning the flames. I thought about my recent writer's block on a book I am working on. I thought about the mediocre performance of my self-published book. And then I took it to another level, one we are all familiar with: comparing.
     I compared myself to Chimamanda (laughable really, as if we are even remotely on the same level). Then, I thought of Tomi Adeyemi and her huge success with the Children of Blood and Bone series. 
     The Lord did not let up, though. He kept reminding me that He was there, that He was still God, that He had a plan, that I should trust Him to always be on my side. I heard it all, but it was hard to listen, even harder to trust when the list before me said otherwise.
     An hour or two later, I had calmed down, but only a little.
I didn't feel it, but years of sermons and Sunday school taught me to say, "I don't understand, Lord, but thank You that it happened."
     My heart, though, was screaming:
 "I feel like a failure." 
     As I always do when I am feeling too much, I picked up my laptop to write. 
     However, for the first time in a really long time, my fingers hovered over the keyboard in doubt, fear, and anxiety. 
     "What's the point?" I thought to myself, "It's not like it's good enough to be published anyway. My writing is rubbish."
     Just then, at the exact right time, the Lord retorted, "Those are My words you are talking about. It's not rubbish."
     It was exactly what I needed to hear. It's true my story was rejected, yet I am not a failure because I have a gift inside me. 
     These words in my head, these words I write are a gift - a talent - from the Word Himself and they will "achieve the purpose for which He sent it." (Isaiah 55:11)
      So, dear reader, you're not a failure. Whatever your talents are, they came from God. And because God doesn't fail, you are not a failure.  What you have inside of you, Who you have inside of you, is strong and real and greater than what people say (1 John 4:4). And I promise, you will succeed. 
     Just keep trusting and listening, even when you don't understand. 
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Story Time: My Gas Station Meetcute

7/21/2020

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     It was that time of the year when the semester is winding down to a close and students don't go to campus unless there is a final exam or an emergency, or an emergency final exam.
    I was only going to submit grades to the professor I was working with at the time, so I kinda, sorta, looked like crap. Okay, let me clarify: I was in an old pair of jean shorts and my favorite worn-out T-shirt (see picture above). I was going for comfy over cute, okay? 
     Anyway, I finished my errand at school and headed back home to continue obsessing over my final papers. I had just gotten off my highway exit when I realized my car needed gas. Like the need-to-do-it-now-or-else-I-will-obsess-about-it person that I am, I dutifully turned into the gas station.
​     As soon as I got to the pump and climbed out of my car, he was the first thing I saw. He had a white luxury sedan (I have always been a sucker for white cars).
      His car was parked at the pump in front of me, facing my car. And I immediately thought to myself: He's cute. Too bad he's already married or taken.
     I didn't see a ring on his hand. Heck, I didn't even see his hand, but in my experience, guys that looked like him were decidedly not on the market. So, I decided to mind my business: I slid my card into the point of sale and lifted the fuel nozzle from the pump.
    Out of "curiosity," I snuck a glance at his general direction and he was looking right at me.
Y'all. Y'all, y'all, my heart thudded. Honestly, it felt like my heart slammed against my rib cage for a second. I quickly put the nozzle in my fuel tank and ran back inside my car because I'm a coward.
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 I sat there for a full ten seconds, my eyes lowered because I'm a coward. I finally dared to look up and he seemed to be cleaning his car? Maybe I'm just conceited, but it seemed to me like he was finding reasons to stay at the gas station.
     The next time I looked up, he was looking at me again and I smiled (If I was too much of a coward to walk up to him, the least I could do was to encourage him). But honestly, I don't know if it looked like an encouraging smile. Dude, I could barely feel my face by this point.
      Just then, the fuel nozzle notified me that my tank was full, so I came out of my car to replace the nozzle. Just as I was about to get into the driver's seat and drive away, he said "hey," and began to walk over.
     If I could scream in that moment without him or anyone else hearing, I would have. In that moment, I was dying. I was alive. I was sweating, but I was also shivering.
     He asked me my name; I said "Ronke." I think he asked me to repeat it, but he didn't do that weird thing with his face that white people do when they hear a name that they can't pronounce.
    I think we had a little banter about the city where we live or something, but I'm not sure. I was too busy trying to remember if I used deodorant that morning. I wasn't wearing makeup, but "please," I mentally begged myself, "tell me you at least used body spray."
     What I do remember, though, was that he said I was cute and that he would like my number. Of course I gave it to him, I'm not stupid. Then he went in for a hug and I froze for a millisecond:
     What if I smelled of sweat? Florida humidity don't play.
     I still hugged him though. A few seconds later, he walked back to his car and it was over. I put my car in Drive and sped out of the gas station. As soon as I was sure he couldn't see me, I let out the squeal I had been holding back the entire time.
     I immediately called my sister and two of my closest girlfriends. I kept screaming the entire time: "I just had my first meetcute!"
    I'm sure they were annoyed by my squealing, but it's not every day that a girl meets a cute guy at a gas station. It's not every day that a girl who kinda, sorta, looks like crap has a cute guy tell her that she is cute.
     Plus he saw my T-shirt read, "TEAM JESUS," so there was no need to wonder if he loved the Lord. He wouldn't have walked up to me if he wasn't also on Team Jesus, right? 
Right?!
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A Letter to the Church

7/5/2020

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We need to learn to talk about things.
As much as we wish it, the world doesn't stop at the church doors.
Worldly, horrible acts seep into the crevices of the church: from incest to rape to sexual assault to embezzlement to domestic violence.
And yes, even racism and prejudice.

We've become so concerned with not offending people that we don't even wonder if we are offending the Lord as a result.
Seriously, we've gotten so good at not talking about it.

Yet, just because your church sponsors missions to black and brown countries doesn't exempt you from these conversations.
Just because you love the Lord does not mean that you are not prejudiced. Neither does it mean you have not unwittingly hurt someone with your privilege.
David loved the Lord, yet he murdered a man and stole his wife.
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Y'all, we are supposed to be better than this. We are supposed to be the light of the world.
We should be at the forefront of the fight of all things darkness: racism, rape, domestic violence, sexual assault, and so on.
Instead, for far too long, we have hidden the sins in the church, posturing ourselves as perfect while our light grows dimmer and dimmer.
But no more.
We have an opportunity here. We have a chance to do better.
To make Jesus proud. To do what He would.
To talk with those hurt by the unspoken racism and prejudice of the world.
To repent of our own prejudices.
And to heal together with the love that Jesus died to prove.
Y'all, we have a choice. To make black lives matter. The way the Lord created them to.
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REVIEW: One Day You Will Understand by Mr. Eazi & emPawa Africa

6/17/2020

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  1. Baby I'm Jealous - King Promise can do no wrong, especially when he and Mr. Eazi collaborate on a song. Their voices blend so sweetly on this track and the song lands like caramel topping on ice cream.
  2. I No Go Give Up on You - Over the recent years, emPawa Africa has come to mean fresjh and innovative afropop music. But this track is a bit of a letdown. I feel like I've heard this song before, you know? Maybe I just expect too much from Eazi and emPawa Africa, but this just doesn't sound fresh. They can do better.
  3. Ògógóró No Sweet Pass Pami - Now this, this is what I expect from Mr. Eazi. The kaleidoscopic melodies of this song just work. The lyrics, the beats, the vibe, it all just fits. The song makes you think, but also makes not think...at the same time. l'm still not sure I understand the simile logic that Eazi uses here but perhaps that is intentional. Either way, I'm not mad at it.
  4. Baby This Your Body Na Gòbe Fine Fine Sweet Òkpéke - Nah, just no. Trust me, you've heard this song before. At least the first 2 and a half minutes. The last 15 seconds are out of this world. But Africans like what they like, so I guess we'll see.
Also, can I just mention the conversational track titles? Like I said, fresh and innovative. 
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Why We Can't Talk About Something Else

6/1/2020

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I feel it. I know you feel it, too. 
Your voice hoarse from screaming at the injustice, your eyes bleary from sleepless nights, your tear ducts tired of producing tears. The weight hangs on your shoulders, heavy and ceaseless. It would be easy to just focus on something else. Change the subject. Maybe then this won’t hurt so much. Maybe then, it would be easier to just...breathe.

But, nothing has changed. The other three officers are still free. Derek Chauvin has not been convicted. 

We can’t talk about something else.

I feel it. I know you feel it, too. 
The fever is slightly abating. The weekend is over. People have to go back to work and some, to summer classes. Protesting is no longer “fun.” (Some) Influencers with large online platforms have put up their obligatory #blacklivesmatter post. It’s time to move on.
The naysayers are getting happier, their tweets more vicious, because they predicted this, that things would eventually return to “normal.”

But they can’t. Something has to change. We can’t talk about something else.
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George Floyd: A man was killed in broad daylight

5/31/2020

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     Over the past few days, I have felt like a sponge: absorbing information from media outlets, watching horrifying video after video, reading the privileged tweets of all-lives-matter enthusiasts who are uncomfortable that a moment of history that is not about them, watching the child-in-a-suit who is legally the country’s president worsen the situation, and I am full. Sick. Tired. Overwhelmed. 

     Words seem trite. Sentiments and platitudes feel ingratiating.  

     A man died, and nothing we say, nothing we write can bring him back. 

     A man was killed in broad daylight. A 46-year-old man cried out for his mother as he lay under the knee of an officer who was determined to subdue him. It didn’t matter that George Floyd could not breathe. All that mattered to Derek Chauvin and the other fools-in-uniform was that Floyd be suppressed till he was no longer a “threat.” 
     So, they killed him. After all, how else does one eliminate the threat of an unarmed black man whose hands were handcuffed but to kill him? How else do four white-skinned officers threatened by the blackness of one officer get rid of the threat? God forbid that a white person feel threatened in their “land of the free.” 

     Nah, all threats have to go and America must be great again. 

     I guess I should not be surprised. This behavior has historical precedent: grabbing the lands of (brown) Native Americans and killing them off with smallpox, for instance. 

     For people who have the audacity to dispute the wrongness of Floyd’s death, for those who admit that this incident is wrong but claim that it is an isolated incident or that it has nothing to do with Floyd’s blackness, and then head to church this morning to sing “Waymaker,” I am praying for you. 

     Don’t misunderstand: I am enraged at your ignorance and disgusted that you claim to love the Lord but care very little for those He loves. 

     I am praying that you realize that your “Waymaker” is not a fan of hypocrites. I am praying that the eyes of your white privilege be opened. 

     But please, please, please, if you are not going to help black lives matter, then get the hell out of our way. 
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Top Ten Song List (The Jane Review)

4/6/2020

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  1. Devil Is A Liar by Colton Dixon: You know what makes this song work so well, aside from the fact it is a truth that we need to hear right now? It's how the melody and the lyrics match so perfectly. It's how Colton Dixon convincingly delivers line after line, like he is trying to assure himself, the singer, along with the listener. The track plays like a chant. Like a catchy power-to-the-people anthem that plays over and over in your head. Except this time we are taking power away from the devil.
  2. Why by T-Classic: Afro beats are a dime a dozen, but this track is a little more. You can hear T-Classic's angst not just in the lyrics, but in. Every. beat. You almost feel a little bad for dancing when he is pouring his heart out. Almost. But not quite. 😉
  3. 0903 by EMO Grae, Buju: Awwwwww. 😭😭I think that's all I got. This Nigerian love song crooners will not kill us. They are truly, as chike's album title says, the Boos of the Boo-less 
  4. Intentions - Acoustic by Justin Bieber: I didn't think Intentions could get better. I was wrong. Yes, the original has a nice bop. But very few things compare to Justin and a guitar. He knows it. Scooter knows it. So here we are. In this track, Justin's voice is the beat and he hits every single one so cleanly. 
  5. Insecure by chike: This song has been on my list for over a month now. I think I might be addicted. 
  6. four and five by Zubi, MYAN: Oh man, the feels. If you were looking for a wedding dance song (for after this coro wahala), please stop your searching. You have found it. It is this one. This song is as close to perfect as...you know what? This song is perfect. Period. Zubi and MYAN were ordained to sing this song together. I am tearing up a little as I am writing this. 
  7. Fever by Iyanya: Okay, Iyanya, I see you. I see you. 👀 "As I dey dance/na she be music." This is an actual lyric from the song. Iyanya, ah-ah, please take it easy with our isolated hearts. 
  8. AWAY by Oxlade: This track is nothing short of innovative. The melodious drums, that sweet alto sax/electric guitar/ I-am-not-even-sure-what-it-was sound at the end was out of the world. You heard it here first: if an afro-pop song is 2 minutes long, it is certifiably sweet. 
  9. Farabale by 1da Banton: I believe you, 1da. 😭😭 Mo ti farabale.
  10. Control by Jesse10s, Limoblaze: Where Limoblaze goes, amazing beats follow. Period. This song teaches us three important things: 
    1. Jah controls all,
    2. Jesse and Limo finna burn up this track, and
    3. No one does it quite like Africa 😉
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