Don’t Come Too Fast!

Okay so I love my new city! Toronto Rocks, ‘coz in Summer they have free concerts down by the Harbour Front and last night was Femi Kuti, son of the world renowned Fela Kuti. I was out with my great friends F, V and T, and then we ran into other friends C, T and B! And for at least two hours last night we literally became Nigerian. From Lagos specifically! Femi taught us expressions like “reverse back very well” and reminded us of things we can’t possibly miss about the Motherland like lack of electricity and abundance of mosquitoes.

I couldn’t believe how much fun we were having!
It was like we were high on something!
Perhaps it was the warm sunny weather,
Perhaps it was the company of awesome friends,
Perhaps it was the fact that the concert was free,
Or perhaps it was the second-hand smoke from the guy-in-the-eighth-spot-of-the-twenty-seventh-row-near-the-third-aisle’s potent spliff! I’m telling you that joint was enough to bring Bob Marley back to life!

It didn’t take me long to realize that we were mainly high on the music. Even though we couldn’t hear or understand most of the words, the beat is a universal language. It transcends not just economic and social boundaries, but also time, moods and feelings.

We ate good greasy food and washed it down with equally high-calorie summer cocktails and then we jived until said calories melted into forgotten pools on the concrete below.

Femi finished the concert with a bang! Literally his song Bang Bang Bang, and a quick lesson on the art of making love – see title.

And we all danced home shouting: Ala la la la! Alo lo lo lo!

And from me to you:

“When you get the chance to sit it out or dance,”

Shake your booty!!