Friday, 28 August 2015

MACHO MEN: THE SWEAT AND THE GLORY!

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King Leonidas and his brave 300 fought in sweat and in blood till death for glory. The 300 Spartan soldiers faced without fear the Persian ‘god-King’ Xerxes and his unimaginable army of more than 300,000 men at that faithful narrow pass befittingly named the Hot Gates. Theirs was the Battle of Thermopylae and that narrow path was without a doubt their road to perdition; for that night, they surely dined in hell as King Leonidas promised. #300

"THIS…IS…SPARTA!!!"
- King Leonidas

[Switch-Up] Spartacus, Gannicus, Crixus, Oenomaus, Ashur and all the other gladiators of Capua fought gallantly on the Blood and Sand in the ludus, they were Gods of The Arena! But out of Vengance (because of babe) Spartacus himself decided to lead a revolution against the House of Batiatus and then against Claudius Glaber and the rest of the Roman Empire in a War, of the Damned! #Spartacus 


"My *Rock* Rages On!" 
- Gannicus 

[Switch-Up] He-Man was the most powerful man in the universe - with an intellect to match. He was also the Prince of Eternia and you will know him if you were born in the 90s and watched a lot of cartoons. Along with his pet Tiger ‘Battle Cat’, a mighty sword and a super sorceress (an Ekaette) by his side, he protects Eternia and Castle ‘Gray Skull’ against the forces of Skeletor!. He-Man could lift and throw a castle, a mountain or an iceburg with his bare hands and despite his strength and physique, he was quick and acrobatic! #HeMan


"By the power of Grayskull! For the honor of Grayskull!!!" - He-Man

Enough with all this reminiscing [check out Reminisce’s album ‘Baba Hafusa’, I hear say e dey blow, no carry last o]. What do 300, Spartacus and He-Man have in common? Yes, you’re right, very plenty macho men! Do you know what it takes to be built like Brock Lesnar, The Rock, The Undertaker, Me, Hulk Hogan or Triple H? Do you know what it takes to be a perfect Greek 6pac statue/demi-god? Let me tell you now, it is not easy. It takes a lot of hard work; sweat, time and effort but at the end of it all comes the Glory! Ahhhh!!!

Most people these days just want to wake up and *tada* have everything they have ever wanted right there at their feet. To them I say Ogbeni wake up well! The one that you are waking up now is from sleep level 2 just like in Inception, we are still waiting for you in the real world. 

We the people of this generation are suffering from a very terrible perception, one whose source I cannot accurately pinpoint but whatever its origin, we must change it. We are suffering from a mentality that demonizes hard work but still wants the glory; we all just want desk jobs where we can sit for 8 hours a day, do almost nothing and get paid a million at the end of every month. I laugh! - but sha if you know any job like this, abeg hook your boy up o. Do not misunderstand me, it is good to aspire to great heights but some kind of dreams, especially those not backed by solid plans and diligence are equivalent to ‘longathroat’, grand theft and larceny! You have to pay your dues because overnight does not happen in one night.

My mechanic, for instance, has an apprentice (like a Jedi padawan from Star Wars) and this apprentice is still quite young but the tenacity with which this chap is picking up the trade, I believe he might own several proper garages before he hits 30! He has started paying his dues, putting in hours a day to learn and understand and later when he blows, bad belle will start to worry some people that are sleeping now. The ability to use our hands to earn a living, artisanship, is a skill we must also never forget; not always Suit&Tie, sometimes bend back and sweat! Regardless of the level of your intellectual education; be a professor or super scholar, there is a certain satisfaction that comes from being able to create or do something tangible with your hands. Even if you want to create something that cannot be touched, there are a million and one fields for you, like music. I in particular have a thing for guitars and my guitar is named Schlum.

A danger, in my opinion, of modernization or westernization as we often call it (why west, why not east, north or south?) is that it tends to make hard work look like a sin. As I said before, people just want easy money; ‘do nothing and make millions’ kind of money. If the great Egyptians and Romans of old were like we are today, who would have built what we now call civilization. Yes I know they had slaves but at least they worked to catch the slaves before the slaves could do the rest of the work.
We have so much demonised hard work that some people will even be forming ‘bad guy’ to sweep their own rooms *sigh* just filthy. We like to pretend that we never have to do any dirty deeds, always forming fresh, and then some of these ‘fresh bad guys’ wonder why their bank accounts are dusty and collecting cobwebs. Clean up your act; bend your back and sweat! Now, let me tell you a story that will tell you something.

[Story, story…stooory] For the longest time, my father had this newspaper vendor, one of those ones that go from street to street blowing those infamous newspaper horns. I don't even know how to transcribe the sound of that thing, I think it goes *poopu poopu*, lol. There was something special about this vendor; it was a sleight of hand that could easily be missed if one was not very observant because the gentleman carried out his job with a certain degree of poise and panache. Mr Vendor was special because he reminded me always of Blood Diamonds (hmm, the second Leonardo Dicaprio Movie in this piece so far) simply because he was missing a hand. Not a whole hand, just from his right wrist up. Despite his handicap, however, the man marched on day after day, in sun or under rain to deliver the morning papers.

Finally, there is a certain ‘feel good rush’ that can only be felt from sweat. Even if you unscrupulously become as rich as The Wolf of Wall Street, without hard work, your story will remain as tragic as the Titanic’s or that of Romeo and Juliet. We need to Unchain ourselves like Django, but this time from the slavery of laziness, so that we can become as Great as Gatsby not because we work with the Gangs of New York or because we are snitches from The Departed but because we are simply great like J. Edgar, founder of the FBI. 

We need to fly like Aviators above any form of Compulsive Disorder that makes us want to take that devilishly quick route and remember, that the devil’s road only leads to the mad-house on Shutter Island.

So be a Macho Man (or woman), Sweat and feel the Glory!

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[PS: If you are a true Leonardo Dicaprio fan then you will truly understand the last two paragraphs, if you are not, well, then you have a lot of movies to watch, 12 by my count]



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Thursday, 20 August 2015

HUNGER GAMES – IYA BASIRA IS SERVING

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So the other day I was in the kitchen cooking - boiling water - and then guess what happened. A fly appeared! You don't know how much I detest pesky flies when I'm boiling water. First, Le Mouche (French for The Fly) and I had a stare down like in an old American Western and next came the high flying Jet Li manoeuvres; full scale forward back-flips, Chinese bending, Liu Kang dragon shadow kicks, Chinese get-up, afternoon tiger strike, another move named after China, morning peacock assault, omo see fight! At the end of the battle, the fly was victorious and I was shamefully defeated but just as Monsieur Le Mouche turned his back to celebrate, I struck a low blow; I swatted! Muhahaha-ha! Don’t judge me, it was a fight to the finish so it had to be done. Now that I have mentioned kitchen, cooking, fighting fly and boiling water, my stomach has been tickled and so I might as well talk about food.

There is nothing like osikapa ne ku anwulu, smoking hot rice, or amala to gbono feli feli, savagely hot amala, that has been placed on a plate before you and you know you are about to do justice, "Mine, mine, all mine!...my precciooousss!" Good food really is one of the greatest reasons to be alive and even Smeagol, aka Gollum from The Lord of The Rings loved to eat fresh fish every now and again; nwanne ifukwa point and kill. So what do rice and amala have in common, what makes them so special, what makes nothing else quite like amala or rice? Quite simple, they are both food for the masses, national saviours from starvation. Rice here stands for cereal, not cornflakes, and grain while amala stands for all swallowables: eba, starch, fufu, samovita, wheat, pounded yam and you know the rest. Whenever you see men lined up at Iya Basira’s shop and anwulu ne ku n’ebe ni ne, there is steam everywhere, then you know owo o ti wole o! dem done get alart! God win!  

Are you hungry, when last did you eat? But first of all, go down low! (Lol, sorry bad joke). [Now really] First of all, let me clearly state that hunger is not a game nor is it a joke. Who is playing with you? Someone is hungry and then you will be calling hunger game, e be like say you don dey mad abi. This title is not a play sometin, we are not here to smy with anybori; Hunger games?! People are starving and oyibo are using hunger as games, omo see rough play. To add pepper to pepper soup, they now called the Hunger Games Part II 'Mocking Jay', ahh *sheds one tear* they don’t know Mockingjay is bush meat here. Wadannan fari mutane za su kasha wani! Oyibo go kee pesin o!

When I finally started writing this week’s piece, I decided that I would write about the hunger of the masses in Nigeria, hunger in Africa but I really didn't know what I was getting into. The moment the actual staggering depths of suffering and starvation hit me was when I opened google images; I could not stop real tears from filling my eyes. The pictures of human beings looking more like simple skeletons covered in thin films of skin and children with distended abdomens brought first of all, real tears and then heaviness to my heart but in a flash anger took over. Anger because those who are deliberately leaving thousands and millions to starve to death are jejely sleeping with two loaves of bread under their pillows. We will talk about these evil men another day. For today, let me give you a better perspective of the real Hunger Games, no sci-fi.

The United Nations Food and Agricultural Organization (UN FAO) estimates that in 2010, 925 million people were hungry. That is approximately a billion people and about 15% of the world’s total population, fifteen percent! Of this gastric (ghastly) number, Asia and the Pacific take the cake with 578 million while sub-Saharan African is chewing the cord in second with 239 million but weighing in pound for pound, sub-Sahara is the main chef with 30% of its population being simply hungry while Asia and the Pacific with their plenty plenty people is at 16%.

The causes of this magnitude of woe and misery include poverty, conflict, terrible economic decisions, negative environment and population growth. They are more often than not intertwined but intertwined or not the end result is the same; misery and despair. Kevin Carter was a South African photojournalist who received the prestigious Pulitzer Prize for his photograph that aptly captured the 1994 famine in Sudan. He immortalized a once in a life time image of a fat and healthy vulture patiently waiting for a sickly and starving child on the verge of death to become its next meal. He was told not to touch the child for fear of transmitting infection to the child. Kevin Carter committed suicide three months after winning his career defining prize and these are his last words as written by his hand:

“ I’m really, really sorry. The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist…depressed…without phone…money for rent…money for child support…money for debts…money!!!...I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain...of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners….I have gone to join Ken if I am that lucky ”
Who was Ken? Honestly, I have no idea and I did not seek to find out. What caught my attention, however, was the fact that vultures have now added freshly starved Homo Sapiens to their menu and even the world’s greatest prize for photography could not keep the dreadful images from hunting Kevin Carter. Mr Carter happened as far back as 1994, it makes me wonder how many children that vulture and his friends have had between their meals since then.

Today, for the first time since I can remember, I could not finish a whole loaf of bread. I was shocked to say the least then considered that it must be the effect of the unsettling information and images I have recently acquired, yes I eat a loaf of bread on my own. Most times I take good food and clean water for granted because like most of you who can afford to read this, I am fortunate to have three square meals every day but after seeing what I have seen, I doubt I can ever forget to be grateful. Beyond my selfish gratitude it is more clear to me now that the number of people, children dying from starvation even if it is just 1 is 1 too many. We as a race, as a species need to get our act together and at least resolve the poverty, conflict, economics and population growth that we can control and then fight tooth and nail against the environment.

An International Non-Governmental Organisation, Save the Children says: “In Africa, hunger is a constant, chronic pain gnawing away at hungry children. Starving children in Africa can, and should, become a thing of the past. We must put an end to starvation in Africa and we can’t do it without you. The good news is, Save the Children has many proven ways to help stop hunger in Africa...”

Some 3 idiots - the Indian Movie - once said “All Is Well” and if idiots can see hope then why can’t I? We must all join the fight to save the children and not just the children but also the youth and the adults that have been forced to face the torment of starvation and sleeping on empty and growling stomaches.

Anyhow sha, I have said my piece, "Sistah Iya Basira abeg gimme flied lice and cully", Ogbeni don’t come near my food o, my love no dey reach that side o, because I was asking you if you were hungry before? If na play stop am nw o, don't be a fly, lol. I will end this piece with a Hausa song I seemed to have picked up at some joint a while ago, it is simply a song asking for some bread from heaven:

Abinci alheri shine zamunci
Abinci alheri Eh, abin ci rai shir ye-ye
Daga wurin adah on
Abina al-he-ri zamunci!

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