On Sunday, African Giant, Burna Boy won his first Grammy for Best Global Music, and Wizkid’s collaboration with Beyonce (and her nine-year-old daughter) won Best Music Video. Nigerians were ecstatic.
Even Tiwa Savage and the two Kuti brothers, Femi and Made, whose collaboration with Coldplay would have won them certificates (rather than Grammy statuettes) had it won (which it didn’t) were being congratulated on Twitter by Naijans for winning. All win na win abeg.
I am not being facetious. Far from it. It's easy for us, now, to take the fact of Nigerian music going global for granted. H/ever, those of us who were born in the 70’s and came of age in the 90’s know exactly how big a deal it is -
that Nigerian music is dominating even our own local stations. At all of the birthday parties my parents hosted or I went to as a child, I do not think that anyone would have played any music by a Nigerian artiste.
Split clearly into the ‘serious’ (highlife, Afro-Juju, Afrobeat) and the ‘frivolous’ (pop, mostly heavy imitations of western pop), Nigerian music was for weddings and naming ceremonies and for our parents.
Sometimes, TV stations gave it airtime. Yet I remember that there were some really good singers. Onyeka Onwenu for starters. Yet, hardly any of the nightclubs which had become popular in Enugu in the 90s would have played music by Nigerian singers.
Nobody went to a club in the 90s in Nigeria and expected to hear local music played. When the popular BBP- a group of four Engineering student-performers at UNN- performed, they danced to American pop and hip-hop.
These days, however, a lot has changed. Clubs in Nigeria are more prone than not to play Nigerian artistes. And outside of Nigeria, our music is taking over too. Since the early 2000s, a quiet revolution has been stirring on the music scene.
Last year, I was talking to a French teenager in Morocco who loved music but said he knew nothing about Nigerian music. Yet, every recommendation I gave him for a Nigerian artiste, he already had on Spotify. He shouted, “He’s Nigerian?” each time I gave him another name/song.
The way I was nodding and smiling proudly, you’d have thought I birthed all those singers.
I went to a party at the home of a Trinidadian writer in Port of Spain in 2012(?) and the local DJ knew as much about contemporary Nigerian music scene as I did.
When he played D’Banj’s Oliver Twist, the floor was packed with everyone chanting the lyrics. On a recent episode of the BBC’s long running soap, Eastenders, Simi Gold’s poster was plastered very conspicuously on a wall.
The last time I was in Johannesburg, a trader on hearing I was Nigerian, started humming Tekno’s Pana. When my teenage son shakes the house with his music on Saturday mornings, he is as likely to be playing Rema’s Dumebi -
as he is to be playing whichever non-Nigerian/African artiste he is into at the moment. When I go to the salon to have my locs maintained, the music from the boombox is as likely to be by a Nigerian artiste as it is to be by one of their American favourites.
In fact, the last time I was at the salon, two of the hairdressers were wondering aloud where the artiste whose music they were blasting was from (Nigeria) and what the language was that he was mixing his English with (Yoruba).
While Naija has a lot of ground to make up in the global technological and economic race, it is thrilling to witness how we are gradually becoming a super power in culture. Entertainment, music, especially, is becoming one of our major soft power assets.
All these collaborations left, right and centre with global mega superstars like Beyonce and Ed Sheeran, all the performances on the global stage, the inundation of Nigerian musicians on radio stations across the world, no be agidi.
Years ago in Norway, someone told me of how their Nigerian organisation had tried to invite P Square to perform for them, but the group had many “unreasonable demands” and so they hadn’t gone through with the invitation.
This was at the time when they were thought of as ‘local stars’ and Naija musicians could only hope to play at events organised by Town Union Associations or at some ‘Third World Music’ festivals.
That a band, a Nigerian one, whose air fare was already being paid for would dare to ask for more seemed preposterous. It occurs to me now, with the benefit of hindsight, that P Square’s demands were not unreasonable-
any more than Burna Boy’s insistence that he be treated with as much respect as the other stars he considered himself their equal at the Coachella Festival in 2019. They were already in the future we could not see, already seeing the Nigerian wave, already riding it.
The present is bright and we expect the future to be brighter still. So, wherever you are, raise a glass to our Naija creatives.
I woke up (earlier this week) to the good news that the 279 girls kidnapped last week from Government Girls Junior Secondary School (GGJSS), Jengebe, Zamfara State, had been released.
I had my piece for this week all ready and had to discard it, but I have never been more grateful for a curve ball being thrown at me. When the news of their abduction broke, parallels were immediately drawn with that of the Chibok girls which happened seven years ago.
Everyone wondered if in 2028, the Zamfara girls would still be in captivity. Of the 276 girls kidnapped by Boko Haram from Government Secondary School Chibok in 2014, 103 were released, 57 fled and four later escaped while 112 are still missing.
So last week I wrote about the disinheritance of daughters in parts of Igbo land & to my disbelief, there were Ndi Igbo claiming that this customary law of inheritance that privileges sons doesn't exist, that I had somehow fabricated this out of thin air dailytrust.com/free-yourselves
(even as I and others on my TL gave concrete, real life examples and some Igbo daughters have successfully brought cases contesting the law before civil court).
One ill-informed young man stated that I had to “malign Igbo culture” so that “white people” would give me money. LOL. I understand that we don’t like to see the worst of ourselves reflected back to us but how do we progress if we refuse to confront it?
from: escr-net.org/caselaw/2018/o…
"Onyibor Anekwe & Anor v. Mrs. Maria Nweke, Supreme Court of Nigeria, SC. 129/2013.
Gender Equality in Inheritance Rights affirmed by Nigerian Supreme Court
This case challenges the customary law of male primogeniture of the Awka people in Nigeria.
The Supreme Court of Nigeria found that any custom that denies women, particularly widows, their inheritance, is repugnant to natural justice, equity and good conscience and is condemned by the Supreme Court.
Following the death of her husband, Mrs. Maria Nweke was asked to vacate her house by her late husband’s father on the ground that she had no male child in the house. erty goes to the deceased’s father and eldest brother.
I write about disinheriting daughters in parts of Igbo land, a culture that privileges men and Igbo fathers not writing their wills in toy column today: "In 1981, when Lazarus Ogbonna Ukeje died, his daughter Gladys, was supposed to inherit nothing from him.
Not because the father thought she’d squander whatever inheritance she got. Not because she didn’t want any part of it. The reason was because she was his daughter and not his son.
Like many men of his generation, Lazarus Ukeje had no will, but it was taken for granted that the Igbo customary law of succession excluding female children from eligibility to inherit their fathers’ property would prevail.
Of all the stupidest things I read this week, none was more stupid than the Ekiti State Police Command standing behind their dismissal of a pregnant policewoman because according to Mr. Babatunde Mobayo, the command’s commissioner,
“Section 126 of the regulation (states) that married woman police (sic) who is pregnant may be granted maternity leave, while Section 127 (states that) unmarried woman police (sic) who becomes pregnant shall be discharged from the Force" & needs IGP's approval to be enlisted
So if Sis had been married, she would not have been punished. And if the man who got her pregnant had been a police officer one is to assume he wouldn’t have lost his job. It wouldn’t have mattered then whether he was married or not.
Reasonable people make the mistake of thinking that everyone on Twitter is reasonable. That's why they fall into the trap of arguing with people, wondering why they can't see sense. Do you walk into a market and start /sustain conversations with everyone?
When a stranger walks up to your car window and starts telling you your choice of music is crap, do you stand in traffic arguing with that person?
When your child's mate comes to your front door and starts shouting madly that you know nothing at all about something you're an expert in , do you try to reason with them?