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Imploring Wisdom: A Review of Boosit by Cobhams Asuquo ft. Falz

Imploring Wisdom: A Review of Boosit by Cobhams Asuquo ft. Falz

By Oluwatobi Moses Sotanmide

Music, like writing, is a tool; it is as potent as the one who wields it. With latent appeal to body and intellect, the soulful nature of music often grants it a unique push. Sometimes applied as an arrowhead of cultural, social, and even political revivals, history boasts of its revolutionary strength. With music, flames can lick with beauteous charisma. From Afro kings to Reggae masters, from Jazz maestros to Highlife experts, the art of sound and melody has been exercised to impactful heights.Boosit

“BOOSIT”, a thrilling musical composition by Cobhams Asuquo featuring Falz (Folarin Falana), is more than a creative sleight and cerebral blend of thumping beats and spiced melodies. This is pure poetry here! Bravely, the well-timed euphony immediately bares its motif; it is an outcry, an objective social and political agitation, albeit shocking and crude. The lyrics snarl with intent, projecting a persona that will no longer tolerate injustice. Enters the punchy rap:

You wear your coat and your title,
You say you want to swear a oath you will abide to (Eeeeeeeeeeeeh, yinmu),
You wear Agbada with a sharp shoe,
Then you manufacture qualification and title (Ole),
And you say you got a plan for society (It’s a lie)
Mi o kolo, you can’t colonize me,
You tell the people that you are really having plans ni,
Stomach infrastructure, poverty neutralizing,
It’s so clear; it’s black board and white chalk,
It doesn’t take a Einstein to know it’s a planned work (Won plan e ni)
But you think I’m dumb and I can’t talk (exactly)
You are treating human being like livestock,
Climb up and chop money is your blueprint (Barao!)
It’s like you take me for a bush meat,
All ya lyrical gimmick will not fool me (Lailai)
Wo, I’m only patient I’m not stupid,
Oga your mouth is too sweet,
Who are you deceive, who do you kid,
It’s like you take me for a dons or a stupid,
Look, I’ve had enough of your BOOSIT

Don’t tell me BOOSIT,
Don’t call me BUSSMEAT [Bush Meat],
Eranko is a animal that don’t have sense,
I’m a human being, you can’t dispute it,
If you cannot give me something,
Don’t tell me nothing,
Eranko is a animal that don’t have sense,
I’m a human being, you can’t dispute it o

Don’t tease me nonsense,
Don’t teach me nonsense,
Don’t tease me nonsense,
If you have to be talking
You must try to make sense…

Both satirical and personal in their emphases, the lyrics personify strained social, economic, political and individual realities that brand the Nigeria polity. It forms, in an instant, a deep watercourse that floats disquieting realities. Amidst the stifling embrace of poverty, violence, and social inequities, it has become clear that the common man will always bear the burden of social-economic and political imbalances. Even when the call to endure the severities is rather patronizing, an average Nigerian has been conditioned to absorb the rude shock!

But it can’t all be ugly; objectivity demands we see the other side of the coin. We all can see the moving train, can’t we? Days are coming when dust will not greet our curious heels on garnished freeways. Streets will beam with happy chance; there shall be mean barters and cheap delights.

But who will stay the sway of gloom on plundered breasts? A promised reign of concrete novelty; no problem! Towering heights and elite savour; no wahala! But will hope not disappoint again? Will consolation ever come? These are sincere agitations, no matter how emotion overrides their objective expressions sometimes. Yes, the throne is sacred, but what about the king? True consolations must be as sure as the people offering them. Or what else can fitful boastings not do in the camp of enslaved wills?

The rap bears on, exposing the evil of sexual violence against women even within spousal relationship.

Wife-beater like your popsy,
Striking resemblance,
Shey you say you will love me die,
If you get chance,
Now my eye open,
Now I see you get plans,
Kill me for my mama already with your bare hands…

The lines above beam on the very nucleus of the society. From the sturdy stance of the victim, the drunken lover man, like his father, is recounted as crafty and beastly, often feasting with impudence on the greasy thighs of the victim; perhaps a wife or maid! But then, one may curiously inquire; if truly vile desires could be met through such bestial means, why visit the tent again? Vermin of vermin, when will you ever know shame? The music furiously questions!

The concluding malediction showcases the height of frustration that marks the common folks, and sends a crude warning to those behind the ripping sufferings of the masses. The call is simple: RESPECT THE PEOPLE!

…whether you are a husband, politician or pastor,
If you cannot give the people whatever they ask for,
Don’t promise them…

Simple, isn’t it?

Oluwatobi Moses Sotanmide is a poet, singer and comedian based in Ibadan, Nigeria. His debut poetry collection titled Haemorrhage will be released in June, 2016 by Winepress Publishing.

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