In the words of the great musician Daddy Showkey, “somebody tun le se, somebody da le ru”
It is not news that the mental-physical exercise of dance and music floods in from an emotional court of creativity heaven. Dance music is one of the most favorite types of music, and it cuts across different genres.
In our culture, dance music is the most appreciated form of music which is little wonder as we mainly use percussion instruments to create music. Yoruba people have the Talking drums, Hausas have the Kora and for Igbo people, it is the Gong. I love eastern music; they are the real originators of highlife. Don’t let me get you started on that flute. My God!
Why am I telling you all this? I do not have the slightest idea. Maybe I’m simply trying to build an intelligent background for my Anti-Marlian premise. Yes, Anti-Marlian because na him de da le ru.
In my experience, there are two types of Marlians; the Naira Marlians and the Dollar Marlians. The Naira Marlians are the actual marlians. They are the ones dancing legwork, poco, obama, and the rest of the dances on the streets. They sing ‘Pxta’ with meaning; they believe that baby girl is a puta and they will say it to her face. They are the revolution. You could even go so far as to call them extremists.
The Dollar Marlians on the other hand are here to have fun, they enjoy the songs and what it makes their feet do. They also enjoy the thrills that the Naira Marlians get from the Marlian kind of music so they basically join in and feed off the excitement. I’m not saying a dollar marlian isn’t a true marlian, as a matter of fact, a dollar marlian is the worst kind; they do the paper work, the validation. They are practically the ambassadors and twitter lawyers and boy, are they the best representation that Marlians can have.
You see, the Dollar Marlians are my problem. They feed off the excitement and pawn off as Originals when they were in fact Sired. They give Naira Marlians the required legalization and their most common trait is knowing all the slangs. They are the ones that shout “Mafo!” from their Honda Civics and “Baby girl you’re a puta!” on their way back from ward, still in their lab coats. I tire for their group. Office workers, the rich kids, the educated, the smart and intelligent in the society that identify as Marlians, shitting in the face of socially conscious music and laughing off music that transmits the best parts of our culture. This is not you!
The truth is we enjoy our culture and the benefits in it. Contrary to how we might feel or think in the moment, our culture protects us. In security, culture is the first form of defense and in love, culture is Cupid’s potion. Culture protects us from the danger that is ourselves and also from dangers in the community; who doesn’t admire a cultured man or woman?
I cannot write an article like this without giving some credit to Falz the Bahd Guy who, antithetical to his name, is actually a good guy and Asa who just released the album ‘Lucid’ after a 5-year hiatus. Why does “Hiatus” sound so much like the name of a boy from the South-south of Nigeria? More importantly, why does every region in Nigeria except the north have a prefix? Think about it; South-west, South-east, even South-south. I mean, how south can the South be?
We all enjoy Love songs. It’s love, it’s natural, and we were born from it, one-night stand or not. We enjoy socially conscious music, that much we saw from the responses that viewers gave “This is Nigeria”. Let’s slow down for a minute and gauge our support for Marlian music and maybe do a give and take analysis.
For example: Give; I will dance poco. Take; I will not sing Pxta.
Give; I will sing ‘Inside life’. Take; I will not dance ‘soapy’.
In the end our society is hurt so you could either do more to heal it or less to hurt it, either way you are doing something.
I am not a Marlian
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