By Talib Gibran
When Flavour arrived in the country to perform, the whole youth population burst; some even budgeted for the tickets and what they would spend on drinks and food months after his rumoured musical show staged in the Gambia started coming out. People tweeted, posted and texted it all around; already conducted an opinion poll gauging the fan base of the buttock-flexible Nigerian superstar.
The first time I watched Flavour dance (on his shake video), I was baffled with the way he moved and rotated his buttock (no offence). He’s gifted in that area…..and not only that, the women on that video are apparently better partly because, I think, they are more heavily endowed with the backside feature than Flavour will ever be.Okay no more descriptions, for now.
Flavour’s visit to the Gambia was considered successful because fans had the chance to stay with the star for a little over four hours of nonstop buttock shaking. As a matter of fact, he invited some stunned riff-raffs on the stage for his famous but rather bizarre dance. On the stage, judging from the amateur smartphone videos I watched which trended almost equal to #BringBackOurGirls, he lined some girls and started his erotic dance with them. The dance was simple:the girls would bend and he would glue his front to their backside while they acrobatically twisted and turned their bums; immorally simulating sexual intercourse for as long as he felt bored(excuse my language).
I’m not claiming to be a saint or a moral crusader here but I found it quite disturbing seeing young Gambian girls involve in such barbaric dog-like mating simulations. Where are we heading to? Back to the Stone Age?And the problem was not only with the dance but almost everything; ranging from the short-short skirts they put on, the way they rolled their eyes while Flavour busied himself at the back, the way they moved their waists, etc. multifaceted. Everything about the dance and the outfit had sexual connotations which, quite honestly, has been invited into this small country together with Flavour from Nigeria (no xenophobia intended).
I don’t know what kind of a gifted man he is but that serious attachment of two sensitive parts could trigger a reaction from Uncle Jack in the pants even if you are Muhammed Abad, a man with a bionic p***s for 4 years.And the sad thing is, not even a shred of shame appeared on their faces. How would your mum and/or dad feel if they stumble on such videos of their daughter in a situation similar to a bacchanalian orgy?I felt so ashamed; more than Chris Gayle did, a West Indies cricketer who asked out a female journalist live on TV interview and then was later fined for 5000 dollars.
Any musician who sings one song and it becomes a regular gig in that country, the first thing event organisers like Ramcell, Resolute Slam, Bafricell—whose coffers are filled with monies of poor Gambians—invite the artist with a staggering ‘call-in cost’. On the day of the concert—having known that the guest artist has got only one recorded song—they will line Gambian artists to perform on the same night. These poor Gambian artists would entertain the audience throughout the night for a few thousand and, an hour or less before dawn, the so-called foreign artist will get on the stage, sing that one song and then go home with millions. This is what George Ayittey would call ‘discipline extortion’.
Not only that, the person so masterfully and tragically for us, will pay a ‘courtesy’ call to the president….well, we all know how generous he could be with such ‘bonding’ visits. But, hitting the nail right on the head, I don’t blame the foreign artists; I blame our own. Why is it that they are so bad at singing? Is it that they lack the education or creativity? Look, we have exceptional poets in the country, consult them when you get stuck and they will gladly sell you their poems you can use as your rap or whatever lyrics.
It is so disheartening to see Gambian talents start well, attract a few hundred fans with gospel messages but before they could launch an album, people would already listen and memorise the songs because the songs are incessantly played on national radio stations that avoid broadcasting news; only sports and music. And then, sadly, the totally ripped off and demoralised artist will be shifting from one music genre to another; the inconsistency Dr Zakir Naik Jnr would describe as Jahass Bahass, officially.That’s why one-time household names in Gam-music suddenly become ghost names and deejays are partly responsible for impoverishing their own artists.
Flavour’s coming no doubt set the stage for what would become a sequence of visits of Nigerian artists. After him, Timaya, young starboy Wizkid and then, finally to start a New Year, Davido—the American-born Nigerian singer whose few songs reverberated throughout the length and breadth of the country for a while prior to his coming. The OBO (whatever that means) fans got the rare chance to crowd the Independence Stadium to lip-synch and dance with their star. However, even though Davido didn’t match Flavour’s on-stage prances and erotic dances (sounds rhythmic, doesn’t it?), there were occurrences of indignity; this time, too, the dress code, the simulative sex dance and, more preposterously, collapsing in front of the artist under the pretext of sheer love and admiration.
Davido came with a varying style to that of Flavour because he used the front of ladies as opposed to Flavour’s favourite back.This is beyond the realms of ridiculous. Honestly. The ensuing days of Davido’s concert here, hundreds of girls if not thousands took hundreds of selfies in different styles most of them in shorts and skirts even 10-year-olds would feel ashamed of wearing; posted them on Hellbook and Nakedgram; pictures of them in outfits as revealing as windowpane. And they called that ‘civilization’.
As a young girl from a poor family and every day you watch, as you grow up, your dad and your mum toil to shape your future. They toil so that your hands will not have blisters like theirs; so that you will go to school and learn modern and better ways of living your life in a stress-free manner; so that they will lay peaceful six feet under the earth knowing they had never given up on you. Now, at 17 and above, all you can repay them is to faint spread-eagled before an artist that barely comes to limelight because you are engirdled with admiration.
One of the main reasons we still have our aging parents around is because most of them don’t get on social media; otherwise, the rate of death resulting from heart attack would skyrocket in the country. Imagine, which parent would survive the thought of seeing his/her daughter—someone believed to have learned moral values—in such conditions? The haunting thought of the whole world watching their daughter in erotic dance with a complete stranger is as fatal for parents as drinking poison. If Flavour, Wizkid or Davido could make you dress and behave like the way you did, what will happen if Chris Brown or Drake comes here? You are likely to strip off!
The way you dress doesn’t only tell who you are, but it also explicitly tells what you want. As a modest and home-trained young girl, it is essential that you take good care of your outfit. The way you dress defines you and it equally determines the way people approach you. A guy may even ask you out believing you are indirectly requesting him to hit on you just because of the way you are dressed. And remember, like British clergyman Thomas Fuller said, good clothes open all doors.