Music in the third row was something different when the three of us swaggered into the third section. There was a team of entertainers who had gathered, and to my utter surprise, they were performing Fela’s piece, Trouble Sleep Yanga Wake Am.
I had thought earlier that they play only French songs in the hotel, but now, my soul was gladdened at the sound of the fella’s pretty piece of sweet music and wonderful choreography.
Well, if his panties were sampled in France, why then wouldn’t they perform his music in the French colonial hotel? I stopped. There was no point going into my room while such a sweet performance was going on. The man who was the lead role, the one posing as Fela was as slim as the man is in pictures and old videos, and he was good in the trumpet and smoking a lo
