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Studied, the crux of Fela<\/a>\u2019s m<\/span>usic, although revolution, will be known to be laughter. The man had an uncanny knack for translating the pain of his story into laughter; but not just the jaw-cracking laughter issued to a stand-up comedian\u2019s joke. Fela\u2019s jokes tend to be rooted in deep political turmoil, one he is often affiliated to, either by his songs or his fiery self.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n For Fela had made quite the enemy of the Nigerian military governments he lived under as a citizen. But the attention given to Fela was because of the recognition of his place in the then Nigerian nation, even more so now. Some twenty-two years after his death, artistes still pay homage to his incredible energy, the relentless criticism of all he considered unjust and exploitative. A Burna Boy, probably because of his nuanced understanding of the man\u2019s music and person, charts his creative growth and output in similar lines; a\u00a0Wizkid<\/a><\/span>\u00a0however, features a\u00a0Femi Kuti<\/a>\u00a0<\/span>and, some years later, releases \u201cExpensive Shit\u201d, a worthy brag detailing his penchant for the flashy, girls and all. It is a song whose title is taken directly from Fela\u2019s 1975 \u2013 and that\u2019s where all similarities end.\u00a0 This back story faithfully bears the brunt of the album he would release the following year. Paul Cooper, in 2000, writing about the album, wrote that \u201cIts complex, bongo-centric percussion is tempered with funk guitar, discordant piano, and brass eruptions. And when, six minutes into the semi improvisational, instrumental jam, Kuti awakens with a yowl and begins his political rant, he changes music forever.\u201d\u00a0 The lyrics itself, delivers not too much detail, but just enough. First of all, Fela lets it known that no one, not even a goat, seeks to stay with his bowel excrete. Simple reason why: because the shit dey smell! And from this premise, does he call out the government and its agents,\u00a0<\/span>fools<\/span><\/i>\u00a0and\u00a0<\/span>stupid people<\/span><\/i>, who sought to quench his soul. In the chorus, he sings:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Them go use your shit to put you for jail Such compositions make Fela a master satirist who sought to expose the great lengths the government went\/will go to hide the truth, of which he a fierce agitator for. As Joe Tangari writes, \u201c\u2026 The only thing keeping Fela from a lifetime in prison was the instability of the Nigerian government itself. Whenever he was jailed, a new regime would release him when it came to power. He remained an activist to the end of his life, never compromising his beliefs or positions to accommodate anyone.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The second track of the album, seems to bear many contrasts to the first. Whereas shit denotes impurity and the foul, water, as universally understood, stands for purity and cleansing. Fela is also known for his preference for African traditional religions and water, with its various uses, possesses a sacred place in all things considered sacred, especially when it is Afrocentric.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Philosophical rather than political,\u00a0<\/span>Water No Get Enemy<\/span><\/i>\u00a0features grand production: percussions, bass lines, and a searing saxophone. When Fela\u2019s baritone drops, it does so in Yoruba, his first language. Later, he infuses the Pidgin English and alternating back-and-forth effortlessly into his native Yoruba, explores the subtle ways water moves in and out of our existence, saying that it has no enemy.\u00a0
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This album \u2013 like most of Fela\u2019s acclaimed works \u2013 takes precedence from a personal event. The year before its release, the Afrobeat star, characteristically, had been very critical of the military government. And, as we know, the government went after him. Having beaten a narcotics charge, he was the victim of a more purposeful persecution mission: his Kalakuta Republic compound in Lagos was swarmed by the police, and an attempt was made to plant a joint of marijuana in the premises. Albeit successful, the enigmatic musician, born Olufela Ransome Kuti, swallowed it, whole. And by the virtue of this largely humorous act, they had no evidence to hang him by. Arrested, he was remanded in prison, and his excrete be tested. It was a well-developed plan after all, to throw the government\u2019s most vocal critic behind bars for a long time. Providence however, had other plans. Where he had been kept till his shit was tested, he managed to get exchange his for another specimen.<\/p>\n
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The music, mid-tempo, echoes of James Brown. Funky, its purposeful disarray lends power to the narrative style of Fela, his humor\u2013laced storytelling, his occasional high-pitched singing. Much of \u201cExpensive Shit\u201d is layered over by this music, an indestructible quality of Fela. His prudence, especially when it comes to words, contrasts the generosity of his music, sound tracked by its vibrant instrumentation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>En! Alagbon o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>And don tell my shit too expensive shit
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>En! Alagbon o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>My shit na exhibit, it must not lost o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>En! Alagbon o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>And don tell my shit too expensive shit
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>En! Alagbon o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>My shit na exhibit, it must not lost o
\n<\/i><\/span><\/strong>En! Alagbon o\u00a0<\/i><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWater No Get Enemy\u00a0<\/b><\/span><\/h4>\n
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