FELA in The Life House All Week and Weekend Long!

For the rest of this week the entire Life House family and friends celebrate the legend, Fela Kuti and the historic arrival of the acclaimed Broadway show FELA! in Lagos.

The Life House shall host a mini-festival which will feature an art exhibition, film screenings, book readings, open-mic session, poetry and a couple of live musical performances.


FELA IN THE LIFE HOUSE – a mini-festival inspired by FELA! in Lagos from 19-24th April 2011

Wednesday 20th April - ART EXHIBITION
"Art of Rebellion”: An art exhibition featuring works by acclaimed graphic artists, Lemi Ghariokwu and Weyinmi Atigbi.
Gallery open daily (except Mondays)

Wednesday 20th April - LISTENING SOIREE
In the ambience of The Life House patio and lounge, enjoy “Unknown Fela” for one night only. We’ll be playing unreleased and less known songs from Fela’s oeuvre. Groove.Chill.Ponder. From 7pm

Thursday 21st April - FILM SCREENING
Film club Reel Life will screen 2 great films about Afrobeat as part of the mini-festival – “Music is the Weapon" and
"Ginger Baker in Africa". Don’t miss this. Film starts at 7.30pm.
Reel Life Film Club screens world, classic and alternative films and documentaries every Thursday evening. To join Reel Life Film Club please send email to reelifehouse@gmail.com

Friday 22nd April - READINGS, POETRY ,OPEN-MIC SESSION, HAPPY HOUR
The Fire Dance Readings by Sola Olorunyomi .
Starts at 5pm sharp
Sola Olorunyomi is the distinguished author of “Afrobeat! Fela and the Imagined Continent”.
This will be followed by an open-mic session of poetry, spoken word and acoustic music. Guests are encouraged to share their talents and inspirations to an afrobeat twist.
Open mic session starts at 7pm as does the cafe’s Happy Hour so come one come all!

Saturday 23rd April - WURA SAMBA LIVE CONCERT
Tribute Afrobeat Jam Session featuring the wondrously mesmerizing percussionist Wura Samba with his band.
Experience this special concert and the art of percussive afrobeats as interpreted by Wura Samba. We look forward to sharing this wonderful artist with you. Gate:N1000
Time: 7pm

Sunday 24th April - LIVE REHEARSAL AND KARAOKE
We will reenact an afrobeat session Rehearsal with The Life House house band and in true TOCATINA spontaneous
style incorporate the audience culminating in a Karaoke Sing Along session. This will end our festival tribute to Fela
and this is for everybody and absolutely free. If you love to sing, mime or just have fun then look no further.
Time: 6pm


Go, Enjoy!

Writing is a Performance

Quote of the day:

" The first and perhaps the most important requirement for a successful writing performance—and writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig—is to understand the nature of the occasion". STEPHEN GREENBLATT

I See You...

I see u
I see us

I see u
I see more of us

I look at you
And it seems like 2mao will
Never come

Each day

I pray
I seek
I search
For a day when
I'll never have to let you go
Cos without you
Life is empty

Come, come to me my dear
Look at me, look into my eyes
My beloved
Dont just say you love me
Show you love me

Listen, listen my love
Hear the sounds of my heart
Again listen to the love beats Reveling in my heart

Listen to my heart say....

Me u, us two, now and always.

Well, do u believe my heart?

My Coffee Cup

It lies quietly on the shelf
Every day it smiles at me
Revealing that look of ‘return’
The story behind my retired coffee cup;

It was a long, long time ago
When all felt and smelt tiring
I look around, trying hard to get some comfort,
Some console just to give me that spurn, that gear
To pick my pen, pad and write as much as I could

But alas!
Nay consternation!

There I stared in abstract air
No words,
No lines
No meaning to my scribbling
Not until I picked ‘the cup’
Made my constant mind racer; coffee!

Whao! Now, my notebook is full with meaning too.
My eyes lusted after the coffee cup
Just as my taste buds coined avenues to sip a cup of
Coffee every hour and then;






Then the severance, my coffee felt uneasy someday
Dropped and chattered to pieces
As my mind dragged through clearing the remains,
My taste buds told tales of memories that appeared real

Days, weeks, months passed
But I could not get over my dear coffee cup,
My dear coffee cup would not return to me.
Then gone with my coffee cup is the usual dialogue
Between my taste bud, brain and mind.

I must rescue it!

After few recalling days my cup returns.
Although in a different design and colour.
But not my lost one, another it is.

My coffee cup is!
Now, like the new splash of cloud on the sky
My coffee cup returns
Like the shining glow striding
Through the morning tap.
My coffee cup returns
Like my lost heart and mind
My coffee cup returns
Kudos to my coffee cup
My coffee cup!