'BODEDEREK

Warning!! If you are squeamish or easily scared, I would advise you skip part 3 of this story and wait for part 4 to be published.  Don't go past this point! okay? All right, where was I? Ah yes, my left arm swollen like a melon, that is, if you look from one angle and a pumpkin if you check it from a different angle, me crying like an son of a @%&/gun surrounded by first aiders and curious spectators. The whole of my left arm was supported by two others and myself, as we gingerly made for the rickety taxi magically summoned from somewhere. I was still sobbing as we headed toward the nearest hospital which was in a town about twenty five miles away. The country air that blew across my face as the taxi raced down the rural road,  had a bit of a calming effect, if I didn't look at my left arm or think about my situation, it kind of made the trip to the hospital more bearable until we rolled toward the gates of the general hospital, that is when the pain reall...

Clarification: Just to be clear about one thing!!! All the stories on this site, are works of fiction i.e. Crayon and the Jujuman, A Factional Tale. Kalakuta Tales, The Flaming Flamingoes etc. Names, characters, places and incidents of every type are the product of the author's imagination or have been  or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is totally coincidental.

A lot of fouls in today's soccer games were never considered as fouls in my day, they were considered part of the game, if you don't hop out of the way of a wicked kick in those days and you got caught, tough, you just had to grin and bear it, some spectators even considered it hilariously funny if you ended up rolling about on the ground in agony, especially if the foul was committed discreetly. So whenever I ended up on the wrong end of a tackle which usually hurt a lot, the last thing I wanted to show, was my agony. I may wince a little and limp for the remainder of the match but would never give our opponents the satisfaction of letting them know they hurt me. The best revenge, would be to finish the match as winners, which happened often.   In a fifty, fifty situation when the foul actually was blatant, the benefit of the doubt was usually given to the defender that clumsily tackled you and it was never viewed as intentional which in a lot of cases, it was. If you compl...

'Bodederek   This is my link to the cloud (i.e. Soundcloud) people. One click and you're there! Enjoy, it's All Pleasure and No Pain! Lots of stuff coming your way. I just don't know whether to assail your senses all at once or give it up in little doses like the most effective medicines. Whichever way I decide, it will be done with a lot of love and understanding. Stay cool and watch out fo r "Kalakuta Tales"   it is coming to this Blog page shortly! I have set up a group on Soundcloud called "The Shakatu Brigade" where we will explore the most relevant concepts and sounds group members feel needs developing. The site should explain itself better than I can do here! Salut! 'Bodederek

Flaming Flamingoes: A football Story  We called ourselves the flaming flamingoes and happened to be the most exciting seven a side team of our era. This was a team dear to my heart because I conceived, planned and with the help of a few friends, made it happen.  I was already a member of a senior team of semi-professional players, but that only made me a small part of a bigger team which I felt privileged to belong to as I was very young and liked the attention and look of awe my playing provoked in the eyes of the spectators. I was never a humble player, I was a stubborn one, and because of my demeanour the older boys would try to hurt me by committing various wicked tackles and fouls on me. The harder they chopped at me, the more determined I was to make them look stupid. It worked for me a lot of the time and there have been a lot of guys who quit playing altogether because I made them look so clumsy, some even lost their chicks after they revealed on the football fi...

'Bodederek   This is my link to the cloud (i.e. Soundcloud) people. One click and you're there! Enjoy, it's All Pleasure and No Pain! Lots of stuff coming your way. I just don't know whether to assail your senses all at once or give it up in little doses like the most effective medicines. Whichever way I decide, it will be done with a lot of love and understanding. Stay cool and watch out fo r "Kalakuta Tales" it is coming to this Blog page shortly! I have set up a group on Soundcloud called "The Shakatu Brigade" where we will explore the most relevant concepts and sounds group members feel needs developing. The site should explain itself better than I can do here! Salut! 'Bodederek

Kalakuta Tales are stories relating to Kalakuta Republic the residence and community of the late Afro beat king, Fela Anikulapo-Kuti. The interactions within the organisation of musicians, dee jays, dancers, artistes. The intrigues and struggles with various military regimes in Nigeria at the time. The authorities constant raids in search of evidence to criminalise Fela. Government spies and agents trying to infiltrate Fela's organisation to get evidence to silence this thorn in their side. Visits from international artistes and musicians coming to show Fela solidarity and also to express their admiration. Ginger Baker's stint in Nigeria included collaborative work with Fela which culminated in a recording at Abbey Road studios in London. The album was called "London Scene", these were the happening time in Nigeria. Paul and Linda McCartney happened to be in Nigeria during these exciting times also recording the wings album "Band on the Run" at EMI studio...