"The attacks on Neogy and his new Accra Transition seem to have come from several sources -- some new, some left over from the old Transition..." ~ Benson.
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Saturday, December 12, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Take it Slow by Zikki ft. Jaguar: MUSIC
Zikki and Jaguar outperform in their new 'drop': Take it Slow. This particular M/V rendition came out on November 20, 2015, and already has 55,546 views.
Take it Slow is a tuneful song, sung at a super-high level of vocal refinement by Zikki. Nor does Jaguar disappoint here. He's in full control of his singular talent. I personally don't remember him at all at this rarefied level of performance.
The band elevates -- in every which (and sort of) way!
Mellow's the singing, yes. Cool passion is the mode here. My goodness, the lyrics, mostly in Swahili, are pure poesy. Pure lyricism! What a choice of words and phrases! What a vocal ensemble, what instrumental harmony, with which to move it all, all of it, forth! A seamless flow of musicality without a tinge of self-doubt, then. Indeed, a fullness of self-belief.
I spy no second-fiddling here. Not to the non-stop scores of Nigerian performers who continue to dominate sub-Saharan airwaves with grit and number and verve; nor to those inspired Tanzanians we've come to greatly admire. I think Zikki and Jaguar know that they have come a long, long way. And I think they know that this is the way, that this is how one arrives at the pinnacle: Blazing, tearing (nicely), away without a ruffle. With blinkers -- as someone (thinking about the lessons to all of us from race horses) has suggested -- and not side-winding, or looking back.
And the girls (from nouveau Runda, one supposes), the girls, do dance; a fine sort of dancing. None too self-consciously; and none too weighed down with the track records of others, or past narratives they're really not in tune with. Choreographed in a spartan sort of way, which works. And so it's not just the looks that drive them here, or will endear them (wherever) there. Where ever this vessel may take 'em.
Contrary to rumours then, the route from Dandora to Runda is paved with desire, methinks. The guy from the slums of Dandora just has to Take it Slow. That's "pole poooleee"
Here's to pure goodness, from start to end: the vibes, the vocals, the visuals!
So very proudly Kenyan!
Click here to watch the video
Take it Slow is a tuneful song, sung at a super-high level of vocal refinement by Zikki. Nor does Jaguar disappoint here. He's in full control of his singular talent. I personally don't remember him at all at this rarefied level of performance.
The band elevates -- in every which (and sort of) way!
Mellow's the singing, yes. Cool passion is the mode here. My goodness, the lyrics, mostly in Swahili, are pure poesy. Pure lyricism! What a choice of words and phrases! What a vocal ensemble, what instrumental harmony, with which to move it all, all of it, forth! A seamless flow of musicality without a tinge of self-doubt, then. Indeed, a fullness of self-belief.
I spy no second-fiddling here. Not to the non-stop scores of Nigerian performers who continue to dominate sub-Saharan airwaves with grit and number and verve; nor to those inspired Tanzanians we've come to greatly admire. I think Zikki and Jaguar know that they have come a long, long way. And I think they know that this is the way, that this is how one arrives at the pinnacle: Blazing, tearing (nicely), away without a ruffle. With blinkers -- as someone (thinking about the lessons to all of us from race horses) has suggested -- and not side-winding, or looking back.
And the girls (from nouveau Runda, one supposes), the girls, do dance; a fine sort of dancing. None too self-consciously; and none too weighed down with the track records of others, or past narratives they're really not in tune with. Choreographed in a spartan sort of way, which works. And so it's not just the looks that drive them here, or will endear them (wherever) there. Where ever this vessel may take 'em.
Contrary to rumours then, the route from Dandora to Runda is paved with desire, methinks. The guy from the slums of Dandora just has to Take it Slow. That's "pole poooleee"
Here's to pure goodness, from start to end: the vibes, the vocals, the visuals!
So very proudly Kenyan!
Click here to watch the video
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Micro Fiction: Encounter With a One Who Dident Sey Notin or Who She Was Eben, An Wey She Come From, or Goin
Thote u came from de nort as de sun sails in de big sky.
No, I dident no dat. Dident no dat wey de sun set depen on u, an u alone; an not de one nex to u, eben. Dat de East is jus as well 4 de big sun of...
An nort jus as gud as sout.
B'cause what is direction anyways in de bast notinness. De bast bastness, all oba de pig -- de big -- sky in which u can pain as many horizons as u wan. As many rainbows. So many dreams of to do tins. An gib it 2 a gal who b'lieve in u, in me.
Dough I neba seen mo dan 2 rainbows at a Time. No neba. I am sayin. An my dreams are tru, wid tru truness.
I been to a place, let me tell u, wey de East dat I knew was West. I tell u. An de sun still set wid no difficult. De confucius was in ma own min. Is what I re memba eben up to now. An will not 4get. No neba.
Ebrytin ebryone sees is flotsam. An sumhow inside an endless parallax of sorts -- sort of. Sumhow.
You said you come from...wey?
Wha did u say your name was, is? Eh!
Whoa! Wey u go, now!
O dere!
No, I dident no dat. Dident no dat wey de sun set depen on u, an u alone; an not de one nex to u, eben. Dat de East is jus as well 4 de big sun of...
An nort jus as gud as sout.
B'cause what is direction anyways in de bast notinness. De bast bastness, all oba de pig -- de big -- sky in which u can pain as many horizons as u wan. As many rainbows. So many dreams of to do tins. An gib it 2 a gal who b'lieve in u, in me.
Dough I neba seen mo dan 2 rainbows at a Time. No neba. I am sayin. An my dreams are tru, wid tru truness.
I been to a place, let me tell u, wey de East dat I knew was West. I tell u. An de sun still set wid no difficult. De confucius was in ma own min. Is what I re memba eben up to now. An will not 4get. No neba.
Ebrytin ebryone sees is flotsam. An sumhow inside an endless parallax of sorts -- sort of. Sumhow.
You said you come from...wey?
Wha did u say your name was, is? Eh!
Whoa! Wey u go, now!
O dere!
Monday, December 07, 2015
Industrial Revolutions in World History, I ~ Lecture Notes, CSO 405
Mauri
Yambo
I.
Introduction
Scholars
and other commentators engaged in conversations about pivotal industrial
change, or about crucial turning-points in the technologies of production, know
how easy and tempting it has been to use the euphemistic phrase, or the meme, The Industrial Revolution. It is as
though there was always the one ‘moment’, at the one ‘place’, when a special
event, The Industrial Revolution,
took place – detailed knowledge of which sets apart those truly educated in
‘these matters’, from those who are not quite so (see, for example, Deane,
1979).
The
concept of an industrial revolution is the offshoot, so to speak, of the
broader notion of scientific revolution – itself inspired by Marx’s conception
of class-driven political/social revolution. As early as 1962, Kuhn (2012) had conceived of a scientific
revolution as the culmination of a six-stage process representing the
displacement – or ‘overthrow’, to use a Marxist term – of a previously dominant
scientific paradigm[1]
by a new one (see also Hacking, 2012: vii-xxxvii)[2].
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