A good summer day is like a well-tailored shirt, a nice pair of customized pants, a pair of patent, winning shoes and the dazzling scent of a sexy fragrance that wouldn’t quit for nothing!
It’s a day science is meaningless and walking on air seems plausible! A day when attitude is busy making love to confidence- holy wedlock could be years in the future, but for the record- they were madly in love at that present moment!
Such a day when the overwhelming exuberance of nature stubbornly overrides the dull happenings- the sulking, moody moments created by its own other half. If Summer is gay! Then Autumn is its dull, antisocial counterpart!
The kind of days specially made for confessions! And I had one! A very good one!
Remember that old Michael Jackson song: “DON’T STOP TILL YOU GET ENOUGH?!”
Turns out I have been singing the chorus all wrongly for the last 37 years! The only explanations for that musical oversight could be deeply entrenched in my growing up in Ibadan! And maybe, just maybe cause Micheal himself chose to overplay, over-sexualize his unique tenor with its strong falsetto on that record!
Every catchy tune, well-played record must definitely succumb itself to the Ibadan ‘press and mill house’ for a thorough “Ibadanization” regimen. Any music that wasn’t given that special Ibadan touch was a music, or album that either wouldn’t sell, never going to be a hit, wouldn’t go anywhere, and please forget it ever being a crossover!
Doubt me?! Ask anyone else!
“Keep on with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Keep on with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Keep on with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Keep on with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough…”
I worded the entire recurring first line “keep on with force don’t stop” wrongly all those years till yesterday, when the sun broke into the darkest side of my head and like a huge broom declutter it from its “righteous stupidity.”
I got it finally!
I am sorry Mukaila Jékínsnmi! Dakun j’ebure awo Olugbebe!
It’s truly not “E gbe! Mo ti fò s’ókè, Omoge fè d’ílè!”
