Ok, the blog posts are coming too infrequently. Why? I micro-blog a lot so my blog itself suffers. How can we keep up with ever changing technologies? One catches up with one, another is buzzing ten doors away.
Here is a flyer I use to advertise my producer services…
Their boss the Area Crime Officer Magida now came out to meet us. He said I was insulting on the phone and he wanted to take me in a room so he can beat me up and possibly kill me like it happened to my friend & brother Paul Okonji. At this point I knew I was confronting a mediocre and I let him know. I said, bros, I will defend myself regardless of these handcuffs. I know my rights and I know to defend and protect myself. It made him leave.
We continued about my report. Officer Osawe wanted me to write his experience. I laffed and pointedly told him it was wishful thinking. Then I realized my sister was ordered detained too. I guess for supporting my beliefs.
Hours later we were at the second in command’s office with Mugu #13. The 2iC said I was wrong to have locked the stores. I was supposed to be the complainant instead of suspect. He wanted us to resolve the issue. I agreed with him and asked why I was held overnite if this was supposed to be a mediation session? I also asked why we were not fed or given water in their lock up cells. No answers.
We were asked to come back Monday to report our resolve.
I left with my mind made up to call a Fool a Fool. I was not going to let these clowns take my simplicity for a weakness. At least I got baptized going into a Nigerian cell. I now know the drill and what to expect. I am not mad at the experience, but at the folks who abuse authority. Gandhi said “Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin”.
Overnite, I cut a track on Mugu #13 (Notice I left out his name Mr. Fidelis Ugbah aka Fidora)
He heard the track and flew off to police. It came up during our Monday session. The 2iC said I was giving myself self-help. He said I could be sued for my videos and music of the incident. I laffed hard and said I was up for that game…
So, folks you tell me… how will one, get justice from a system that any fool can finance. Where is my justice? I sought help from Peter Tosh & Culture… in making a track. We are still finalizing the arrangement. Then we will cut the beats… time to ride the currency of creation and fix the devil.
How would you like this track… a remake of Peter Tosh “Here comes the Judge” or Culture’s “One Stone”… please help me with these decision… for Mugus are running my Land. I have to seek redemption the way I know so we can right some wrongs.
Now go catch your fish for 2day.
Fred Bardy
We got to the station. Behold it was under a tree. They force me to sit on the ground as one of them kicked me in the chest. I protested and said I will defend myself if he tried it again. He raised his rifle and cocked it pointedly at me calling me a criminal. So, I answered… fool because I am smarter than all of you together… and you can’t figure it out… you don’t have understanding so I must be a crook… Mugu.
The remarks above got me a space in the cell minutes later. They took my phones and the other items I had on my person… and it was goodnite. I went in there happy.
In the cell I made friends quickly. I was ushered to the president’s cell…. I think it was called “Zone 5”. I was handed a plastic bag to sit on. I was also advised to save same for I will sleep on it or the bare floor. Minutes later, presido called me into another cell and handed me a witch-looking-broom to sweep. I took the broom and made a joke. As I bent to sweep one of the guys got into a fight with the presido saying he can not let someone like me sweep for them. Instead he would do the job. They argued, and almost got in a fist fight; I stood and looked on in the darkness. Someone reaches from behind me and snatches the broom. I was escorted out of the cell to my assigned location.
The boys needed some cheering up… so we sang into the nite. Of course there was no power for us in the cell. The police station was operated on a candle sticks… somewhere deep inside I knew this was a big joke. Someone was really confused about their perceived powers. It is the Nigerian thing… show us the money; we’ll make your day Sir.
We slept on the tarred floor… in the stately grand police department. Next morning about 9am I was called out of the cell. As I came out lots of folks were at the front desk and the officers were saying “he is a real Rasta” “Na Daada O!”
I was led out in cuffs without shoes outside to interrogation. Along I saw my family. Some looking really perturbed; I motioned to them not to worry with these clowns. I have had a feel of Police runs and embarrassments… this was really child play.
At the interrogation under the big tree; the officers wanted me to write a statement, after they showed me a petition written by Mugu #13. I repeated to them as I informed the caller… it is a civil issue and the police had no business in this.
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Michael is dead. I am bereaved. The world stage is being reset. A Legend has passed on. A new page is open in History.
June 1st came by and Mugu #13 can not meet his back debt of over a year. He had been given grace a couple of times. This time around I warned I was going to lock up his stores unless he pays what he owes… this mugu man is running up the bills.
Yeah, you curious about the word Mugu? It means a Fool. By street definition it means victim of con artists. It is somewhat derived from the Hausa diction.
I put locks on the doors, but one for access so he can move out his junk. Guess what Mugu #13 had the Nigerian Police calling me. I answered my phone and asked the caller if he had my money (that is when he identified himself as the police. I also told the caller it was a civil matter and the police had no business in this unless Mugu #13 was paying them for the call. I advised the caller to tell his friend to go to court.)
Come Wednesday we voiced Live It Up as a tribute to Paul Okonji who was killed by a trigger-happy-police-officer. As we rounded up the session, I stood outside the studio to get some fresh air. A Volkswagen vehicle pulled up and men with guns jumped out heading for my direction. I retreated into my lab as they closed in. They were on me before I shut the doors. Soon we were in an argument, because one of them hit me, shouting that I insulted their oga (boss) on the phone.
I didn’t put up a fight because of the lab. I compiled and followed them to their rented vehicle. Inside was Mugu #13. The mugu was in the back seat. I promptly told these men I was being kidnapped. They laffed and said I was going to prison in Ogwuashi Uku. I repeatedly told them they kidnapped me. One answered that I can not be kidnapped to a police station. I said well I am having the experience so I should know.
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My life, music and writing share a format… I scope the project; share the pluses and the downsides… and offer solutions or find a way to build synergy if it matches our project need.
Kowa C 8 has 9 finalized tracks with 3 to meet our May drop dead deadline… too bad our Tascam is out of commission… fixing a work around so we can complete our work. In our sharing we learnt to negotiate.
Every situation has a creative solution… you either let it arrest your mind & toss your life. Or you discipline yourself in the Mastery of the language & currency from which you reap dividends through perceived Adversity… it is the Everlasting & eternal Truth known to all who conquer Self, Fear, and the Ignorance of Poverty.
Faith can be induced with prayers and sustained with Music… as you glean Truths off the preceding statements so does Money hear ones thoughts and vibrations…
My advice?.. Please set your sail of thoughts accordingly.
I spent a lifetime chasing the dream of being a superstar musician. Somewhere, somehow my drive got lost in translation… my quest for living got hijacked by other music makers. These experiences had me on a worldwide hunt till I heed my calling to come home and serve out my purpose and people with Truth & Simplicity in this experience we call Life.
Series of life altering events led me to rebuild my character thru study, relationship building and networking. These and more we share content-wise in the Kowa C 8 Series.
Our works has answers to the “Ahaba Questions” We start by experimenting with our finds locally. Our works educate our audience. We teach with our music & videos. We showcase how to make music that sells. We share by empowering fellow musicians & content creators on how to create & sell successfully using our learned experiences, case studies, strategies, common sense and technology.
We float a tested framework for cracking the Success DNA Code of achieving Name, Wealth & Power without “Mugurizing” or cheating anyone. “We are self appointed brand leaders of Ahaba”
We also let them in on some of our offerings…
Kowa C 8 on TV: an interactive TV Show for audience feedback. Key to creating works that sell.
Kowa C 8 Treasure Hunt: a coupon-code-based-single-page-yellow-pages-like-directory on Specialty niches redeemable at physical business locations… a high tech business service that uses low & lean advertising budget. A security like setup; that provides a real use for technology to help us check and contain our self defeating corrupt means of serving our people’s needs.
Kowa C 8 the Musical: a collection of Kowa C 8 skits with embedded 3rd party ads for downloads…
Kowa C 8 with Gov. Fred Bardy: as the name implies… it is for the political elites to copy good governance by shortcut. We will be leveraging simplicity to provide solutions in our complex Nation State.
These packages will provide the opportunity to showcase our users` generated but verified database of needs as we advance them in solving our problems.
Kowa C 8 is designed to create opportunities for self growth, promotion and trend shape. I hope you learnt a thing or two here… Now go serve your purpose for the day…
I found this blog post
I couldn’t help but respond… was it worth the post? You tell me.
The imagination to postulate and offer solutions should qualify you as a hacker… right?
Hackers and phreaks alike operate out of any country. Nigeria is not an exception. The latter “Phreaks” are just thieves; they use learned skills (social engineering) and technology to defeat systems and help others restructure their spending habits and patterns… in english speak… they rob others who trust in “their” technology.
Your entry is worth a response. It is a well articulated position that adds Fuel to the Rebranding 9ja Effort. It creeps on the Niger Delta issue from a lazy view point… like it or not it is a clarion call for us to individually use our creative to solve our problems then collectively at a granular scale solve the Nigeria problem.
These nigerianized social network tools might be addressing a business need. Correct me if I missed the point… Geo-Ip is not really handy for us here. Our reliance on alternate make-do technology has handicapped extending the existing social network solutions. I believe we bring something to the table… we can create a millions of virtual workers at wages that will make the Indians envy us.
These virtual workers if given the proper and ethical training will help fuel the world economy. Some trend speculator describe us as not having the spending power so some Functionalities of their applications can not be extended to us for use.
Teach my folks to Fish and not hand us Fish.
Join us in our musical #mocumentary @ curing ourselves of Ignorance in my hometown Ahaba. We share strategies to create and sell your music, writing and all creative stuff just like a master of simple living does.
Please keep the spirit alive.
1Luv.
Fred Bardy
Music Maker & Information Strategist
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