NaijaBrains: Celebrating Music On The Web

Recently, i have been too lazy to Blog. Have i been lazy, i am not sure, i guess i got much more busy and my plans as to thing changed. I am feeling depressed, why?……….I missed the Nottinghill carnival party bash organised by Blacknights Entertainment. As usual, i got a free Media pass ( courtsey of TUnde)for the programme but for some reasons, i didn’t make it. I guess Tunde, Dutch, Amour and the rest of Blacknights Ent, enjoyed themselves.

 I won an auction on ebay recently for a toshiba C6100 laptop with 1.7ghz, 256 Ram, and 40GB hard drive. It gladdens my heart as i can now dispose off my old compaq presario 1200. I won it for 350 Dollars, which is 225 pounds. It will help me make more changes to my blog, use some new cool features and plugins etc. I can’t wait for it to come through the post.

 Also, while channell surfing yesterday i suddenly switched to BenTV. I was thrilled with the video quality, great vibes and visual presentation of DBanj’s new hot single titled “why Me”. Someone who had the opportunity to watch it as well posted it on Nairaland. I was so thrilled that throughout the duration of the 6 minute video track, my mouth was wide opened. Isnt it good that the Nigerian Music industry is able to produce great video that can compete with its American counterpart. I doff my hat for Dbanj and Don jazzee, you guys are da bomb.

 I need to work more now to earn some more money, each day, i dream of winning 10 million pounds. I had the whole idea of how to spend it on my mind that i felt so depressed. I quickly came back to myself when someone asked me if i ever play the lottery. I shrugged and walk away. The person was right. How can i win a lottery when i don’t even play one!

I rushed outta my bed last night when i remembered i nearly missed a drama.”shoot the messenger” was the story of a Young black teachercalled joe (David Oyelowo)

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who was fed up of black people blaming their bad performances on everyone but themselves. He was passionately committed to improving the lives of inner-city black youths through discipline and high standards, until he was falsely accused of assault and he was hounded into a state of rejection and lost his job. it was a brilliant drama as it highlight one of the basic mentality that we as blacks have carried on for ages. The drama showcased at least 10 Nigerians that i could decipher from their names seem to be the very best of drama’s have watched. Isnt it a thing of joy to see the Daily Metro showcase a review and portray Africans as not just Hungry starving people pictured on the front page of Hunger alert news, but that “something good can come out of our Nazareth” 

For so many years, I have lived with the murderous tortue, given to my name. Right from primary school, i was address as “ijotan”. My first name is “Gbenga” and my last Name is “Aijotan”, which means “Ajo ki tan” and which simply translate as “good will never ends”.But for some pronounciation reasons, the real name was murdered,tortured, manipulated, massacared.

For so many years, i fight against it, i remembered talking to my dad 10 years ago about changing my last name to his first name. He refused, telling me that the “The son of a warrior never runs from the battle ground”. For those years, i lived in anger with it.

While in high school, i tried as much to try and make sure people call me by my first name. Infact, if anyone calls me by my last name, i simply don’t answer. I was a very popular figure in highschool in those days, one of the reasons why i never succeded in removing my murdered name from their lips.
My high school teachers were guilty as well, calling me differnt forms like “ajootan”, “jotan”, “atojan”. Infact when i took my time to explained my full name to a teacher i thought would understand, he simply shrugged and started calling me “ajookitan”. Can you imagine?.

When i look back to those days, i feel proud for a name that adhered so much on the lips of everyone. It brought me much fame than troubles. I was never a prefect in high school (i simply refused to be one!), but i was popularly known more than the senior boy ( who happened to be a friend) in my days.

While i live in the Uk now, the trouble now is not my last name, but my first name. A white man simply cannot pronounce “GB” together as fashioned in yoruba.
Don’t be surprise if you visit me and you hear various names like “babanga”, “gabenga”, “G benga”, “benga”, “abanga” e.t.c

I simply got tired of those that i change it to “ola” for the sake of simplicity. Now, i learnt its a spanish word for “Hello”.
I heaved a sigh……..This is driving me nuts!