When I Was Interviewed by Students of Pan-Atlantic University

That time I was interviewed by students of Pan-Atlantic University. It was a good chance to share my experience as someone who trades in creativity, communication, and culture. They were curious about the dynamics of running a business as a creative person. I understood their curiosity. There's a common notion that creatives don't make good business people. It's a myth that has been reinforced by shitty creatives. Members of the creative class, understandably, are well represented on the neurotic role-call, and so we don't always expect them to be the most disciplined people in domains that require discipline, like business. But I always maintain that every creative - if not naturally business-inclined, can compensate by learning. Or, at most, admit that there's a missing link or just give up and stay in the purist zone of creation that shields one from the motions of business. I probably should write a piece on my thoughts. I talked about the importance of a good team and pushing hard to defend good ideas.

“Fela and the Kalakuta Queens” and The Curious Case of How the Elite Now Owns Fela

Don't end this holiday without a visit to Terra Kulture to watch the beautifully-produced “Fela and the Kalakuta Queens”. The show, in one word is - epic.👌🏽

(But then, while sitting pretty among an audience that looks like a cross section of Lagos upper class, upper middle-class, middle class folks, with fine bags, fine skins with American and British accents, I couldn’t shuck off the thought that capitalism and its snobbish agent - class difference, have conspired to fully own Fela. This Fela! The man who pitched his struggle for the everyday man; a man whose oevure and message was antithetical to the pretensions of the social and political classes. One may counter that Fela, by the privilege of family, is modestly a product of a middle class and educated family. But the man remodeled his life and art and rebellion for the common man. This thought occupied my mind for a few seconds as the fine girls on stage twerked. Maybe someday, a good social scientist would allot time to probe how capitalism ends up branding (low!) culture for the consumption of members of the privileged class. If anyone knows a book or study that may answer my curiosity, please feel free to share with me). I’d like to watch this show again! Those twerking are not of this world.😉

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Of Dami Ajayi's New Book

I enjoyed Dami Ajayi new collection of poetry, the cheekily titled "A Woman's Body is a Country". As in pop culture, as in literature, one is tempted to compare an artiste's/author's debut with a sophomore work. I shall resist that temptation. But I must acknowledge that his first anthology, "Clinical Blues", while not being overtly experimental, offered a freshness and playfulness that one sorta anticipates as this poet's creative mien. It seemed more surgical. This new collection is more temperate; it exhibits restraints on the experimental and the playfulness but roams freely around emotions. There are poems about death, about love, about friendship, about beer, about sex, about cities, about agro, most of them distributed around the peripherals and depth of the emotional. I like quite a number of the poems but I've returned mostly to these two and the title poem. I love the cover design too. Well done, Dami Ajayi. 👏🏽👌🏽👍🏽🙏🏽

New Books from the Renaissance Hotel

I was supposed to have some meetings at Truffles. But it wasn’t opened so I moved to the Renaissance. While blowing grammar (the thing we sometimes do for money), I began to shuffle my attention between my guest and a corner of the hotel.

I had noticed a roll-up banner that announced books, a section of a table with piles of books, and people filing out with carrier bags of books. My guest had lost me. I had sent a message to the guests of my next meeting to postpone our meet. I couldn’t wait to see books. Then I saw the side of a lady in ankara, with a dyed crew cut, and in full salesman mode. She strolled to the entrance and I figured, “Oh, it’s Lola Shoneyin”. I rushed the meeting and entered the pop-up book store. My first question, enthusiastically - I hope you have Dami Ajayi's new book. She led me to the corner of the store where Dami’s books sat pretty among others. Lola was recommending another book to me when new customers enter. I let her go attend to them so I could wander about. I regret to find two books that I had bought on my kindle just earlier in the morning. I wished I bought from her store. She may not yet know my fascination with creative people with enthusiasm for business.

I picked Dami’s, I picked Yemisi's book, which I had promised as someone’s Christmas present, and Bolaji Abdullahi’s account of the presidency of former Nigerian President, Goodluck Jonathan - “On A Platter of Gold”, and a complimentary copy of Ake Review (2017).

So my dear friends and members of the kingdom of Gosh, take that stroll to Renaissance hotel, Isaac John Street, GRA, Ikeja, (today or next month) and pick cool books and, errrrm, ask Lola for the leftover of our hug. And if you’ve got nice dentition, be sure to take a selfie too.😬🙃😛

How My Friend Beautifully Celebrated His Wife's Birthday

My friend and I chatted about how best to celebrate his wife. The wife is a friend too and so I’m familiar with some of the things that interest her.

The husband had planned a lunch at a cool hotel, including some random plans. But we wanted more. We challenged ourselves to come up with an idea that will be simple and cool. The husband and I, usual collaborators in a record of mischiefs and silliness, started to brainstorm. Then, we happened on a simple one that will appeal to the wife’s intellectual and romantic sides.

Idea: The husband will write a cool and romantic poem and share couplets with the wife's friends who will post it on Twitter, on schedule, with the hashtag - #T32.

How’s this relevant? The wife likes poetry. She’s a Twitter citizen. Her friends appreciate poetry. They will love to surprise her. Her husband writes poetry. I write poetry too. And I’m readily available to edit poetry. I’ll be available to pressure the husband to complete the poem before the birthday. I can help to break the poem into tweets.

Everybody made it happen. And the celebrant was happy.

Here are the tweets:

And the full poem:

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Perhaps My Favourite Nigerian Ad of 2017

I pity any jury this year or next year that would be tasked to judge this ad by Airtel versus the "Achebe" one for Wikipedia. Tough one. Two incredibly beautiful campaigns.

I had shared by opinion about the Wikipedia one. I love this for its simple insight; it's clever demonstration of the filial connection between Nigerian mothers (African mothers, especially) and their children.

So relatable.

If not for that epic one by Wikipedia, this would easily be my favourite by a faaaaaaaar distance! And the acting is spot-on. They killed me with the cut back to scene after the announcer. I'd give the credit of boldness to the client. Not many of them approve such playfulness.

Lovely.

A Beautiful Ad for Wikipedia Features Africa's Greatest Story

I found this gem! (But I should digress for a sec. A few weeks ago, I stumbled on an Instagram ad for Wikipedia. The ad features that tiny Internet phenomenon called Emmanuella. Expectedly, it has the slapstick humour one expects from this girl, sometimes exaggerated for effect. I love it).

Then this one. Still by Wikipedia. It features Pete Edochie and Achebe's famous book. One must commend the guys behind this for a clever casting of an actor whose career is most notably associated with his role as the lead character from a TV adaptation of the book. (In my head, Pete Edochie is still registered as Okonkwo).

There are many layers to this beautiful ad. One of this, it seems, is that our stories, and cynically, like our humanity, are at the mercy of capitalism. This is a simple evidence - Wikipedia wants to sell itself to a Nigerian (African?) audience, and so the advertising minds - for sake of advertising profits - exploit arguably Africa's biggest story to tell the story of Wikipedia. Capitalism!

But that's not necessarily the most important layer. It is the storytelling quality - of the directing, of the acting, of the very substance of resurrecting Things Fall Apart in an era where history is a footnote in Nigerian classrooms, and in an era where creatives elevate technique above good idea. This ad - let's appropriately call it film, doesn't distract with techniques. This is a strong narrative informing an execution, not the other way round.

I love this work. Proud of it.

(It's the work of Anakle, a digital advertising agency)

Oops! This Writer Went In On Fela!

"Basically there was no Rosa Parks kind of momentum, no Martin Luther King massive disruption of an entrenched system of segregation which led to concrete achievements in the areas of adult suffrage, women and minority empowerment, desegregation in the educational system to mention just a few."

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"For Fela specifically, his failure could not be taken too far away from his personality. He was seen as a caricature by serious minded people who although loved the rhythm of his songs and the powerful lyrics consigned him to just side attraction that only interest you on a Friday night. His message, however, resonated on the masses, those who were dislocated from the system, who apart from the tendency of morphing into a mob flow were dim-witted and unable to effect a real social change at the levels where it matters the most."

Fela Lives But Was He a Fraud?