These Women ...

These women Their shoes are maxi-high Their lips are full-on red Their bags and dresses fit And match like the perfect sky But their attitudes, oh their attitudes Their attitude roar like a roll of thunder. These women They laugh, smile and gaze Like it's all little, casual yet So small; they call shots and spots As if they mean harm and no more, nothing extra These women They desire neither acquire No remorse because after all They are women. (c) Adeola Ojedokun

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

This is a Confession...

Okay, I'll just put it up here because it definitely appears noone out there wants to listen to me and few that do don't seem to understand my rants yet again.....I mean, how do I even explain it here?

Well, it's simple, I notice I've become too emotional lately..as in, too damn emotional especially about personal stuff and fashion(great fashion content, piece, item, idea, etc simply blows my mind off beyond the sky). I get so emotional to the extent that I feel the shivers in my veins. I feel so concerned, involved (I guess that's called empathy) about everything, why? I ask myself.

I sure need answers, but where, from who, myself?

Still searching but while at it I have this strong feeling I'm transcending into someone else or something entirely different from what I am presently. Thoughts like "am I turning into another being, say a vampire (..and that's what happens when you've seen seasons 1& 2 of vampire dairies) but then, it all started before I spent a whole weekend watching Vampire Dairies (nice movie btw).

So then what is it?

I am confused, messed up, wandering, asking questions, thinking...errm, errmm, okay let me say I'm just too EMOTIONAL.

*Hold up*..Let me Google emotions....

Really... I Don't Have a Title

I know this isn’t right or perhaps selfish of me, I’ve left this blog alone for too long considering that I started here first after which I started - http://debuzzevents.blogspot.com/ but I think from this moment forth I’ll blog more often I shall truly bear every bit of my inner most burdens…well, I will, I should….so be it.

I shall share every bit, nothing held back: my silly thoughts about people around me, about the guy that thinks he’s so fantastic (can I just get off this word btw), that lady that thinks she’s got it all but it appears all belongs to her husband, my mind that keeps worrying about that tall, fit, fair complexioned, cute guy around my office and billions of other thoughts.
This blog shall now truly bear all my thoughts, my rants (good, bad and ugly too) and maybe thoughts in people’s head…yes! I hear others thoughts too.
*just kidding*
No I’m NOT!

I wont send roses

This is a poem from a random friend I've not met in any way, I have lots of poems like this from this anonymous friend and I've decided to start sharing so I won't get too flattered...lol

Here:

I wont send roses

Bunmi:



I won't send roses or hold the door,
I won't remember which dress you wore.
My heart is too much in control, the lack of romance in my soul
Forget my shoulder when you're in need.
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed.
And should I love you, you would be the last to know
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.

My pace is frantic my temper's cross,
With words romantic I'm at a loss.
I'd be the first one to agree that I'm preoccupied with me
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things that you deserve.
And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go.
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.

Have a nice day, Bunmi, and when you see a rose
think about this.

Simon