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After a packed week
of events including debates, lectures, book readings and gigs featuring
a wide range of musicians who identify with the Fela Anikulapo-Kuti
legacy, this year’s Felabration came to a close with a bang at the New
Afrika Shrine in Ikeja, Lagos, on Sunday, October 17.

There were
unbelievable scenes outside the New Afrika Shrine on the night, with
hundreds of people milling about on the street, hoping to get in or
just soaking up the atmosphere. And what an atmosphere it was. It was
night time, yet a bustling ‘market’ was in place, with rows of traders
selling liquor in small bottles and sachets. Food and stick-meat were
also on sale. Hardly surprising, for the grand finale of the
celebration of a man known for his use of marijuana, it was an
igbo-drenched night, as music boomed out from the Shrine.

Cars had to
negotiate a tight passage through the largely male crowd and the
‘market’ that had claimed most of the road. Those seeking to enter, had
formed a long queue. Security was tight, and crowd control measures and
stoppers that allow entrance only one-at-a-time, prevented any kind of
stampede. “From one chicken point to another,” remarked one punter, as
we waited to clear the final hurdle into the inner compound that
surrounds the concert ‘main bowl’ that is the Shrine.

The last tribute

Inside, the venue
was an impressive, well fitted one, and it seemed a shame that more
concerts do not currently hold there. At the height of the Felabration
finale, the Shrine’s ‘The Last Tribute’, commemorative images streamed
on large screens above the stage on both sides, paid homage to Fela,
showing photographs from his life, including shots of his mother,
Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti. Alternating with Fela were images of Dagrin,
whose untimely death from a motor accident earlier this year served to
take his fame through the stratosphere. Like Fela, Dagrin is bigger in
death. The tribute was also a well judged emotive factor with many in
the crowd, the generation that adores Dagrin.

Comedian Omobaba
pepped up the audience with jokes while introducing new acts onto the
stage. The batik-clad Gangbe Brass Band came on with an array of
instruments, including a stand-out tuba, borne by its player. “My
English is not so good,” said the jovial bandleader, who nonetheless
found another common ground with many in the audience, greeting them in
Yoruba, which is also spoken in Benin. The group played several numbers
in Yoruba and French, before bringing out a real crowd-pleaser, Fela’s
son, Femi Kuti. He had been on the bill, but no one expected him to
take the stage so early in the programme. Clad in a Fela T-shirt under
unbuttoned orange batik shirt and matching trousers, Femi launched into
a blistering performance on his saxophone, bringing the audience to its
feet. He wore neon-yellow plastic ‘clown’ glass-less eye-wear,
underscoring the ‘fun’ factor of Felabration (his sister, Yeni, would
later be seen in the crowd with similar ‘glasses’ in orange).

Femi carried on
blaring the sax for several minutes and the crowd whooped in
excitement. Stage smoke billowed onto the stage and photographers
crouched to the left and right of Femi to catch the best shots, adding
to the spectacle. That Femi came on so early, confirmed the agreement
of all that the headliner of the night was a man that would not make an
appearance for a while: D’Banj.

After Femi and the
Gangbe Brass Band came a succession of multi-genre acts. Mallam Spicy,
his stage show accompanied by two female dancers who jiggled
frenetically to the Dancehall star’s ‘Free Cure’. Solid Star, sporting
a Mohawk, followed close behind. Then came Tunde and Wunmi Obe, better
known as TWO, who performed an exuberant set with their band. Dressed
in white and black, the clean-cut duo got great reactions from the
crowd as they rendered ‘old school’ hits before performing their own
material, including ‘Fine Bara’ and ‘Mo Gbo, Mo Ya’. A juju band began
and ended their set by singing humorous lines from Saint Janet’s
notorious album, ‘Olope Plus’. In-between, the band played Yoruba dance
music in praise of the Egbas, the Yoruba sub-group of the
Ransome-Kutis.

Mo’Hits Crew

It was a well
behaved crowd, and there was evidence of swift action by staff to eject
troublemakers. Anticipation reached fever pitch with Omobaba’s
announcement of Wande Coal, Don Jazzy and D’Banj onto the stage. D’Banj
didn’t show, but a number of Mo’Hits Crew stars stormed the stage,
including D’Prince (‘Who am I?’ he asked, and the crowd chorused: ‘Omo
Oba’). The set was mostly dominated by Coal who performed his highly
popular hits.

The audience was
going to have to wait a bit longer for D’Banj, but no one seemed to
mind. All the high energy of Wande Coal and others slowly dawned as
mime acts to the detached observer – no instruments played, no backing
band. Was this to be the extent of musicianship on displayed at the
climax of this show? Surely D’Banj would have to do more than this? It
was not long to wonder, for just as the Mo’Hits bravura started to grow
a bit thin, the real deal came.

Superstar

To behold the
spectacle of D’Banj’s arrival onstage, was quite something. Watching
from the raised VIP balcony, the eyes swept over the two thousand
strong audience as D’Banj emerged, clad in white, his tight trousers
reminiscent of the style favoured by Fela. There were unbelievable
scenes as, with Fela’s signature two-fisted Black Power salute, the
singer soaked up the adulation of his fans, as heraldic music wailed a
crescendo. This was the most important performer of the final night of
Felabration, the star attraction, and everyone knew it.

Much earlier in the
evening, posters of D’Banj had been distributed free through the crowd.
Then, minutes before his arrival onstage, he signalled a departure from
his Mo’Hits contemporaries’ performance mode, as his band took up
positions behind musical instruments onstage. After several minutes of
star-worship, D’Banj playfully lifted his ubiquitous shades to take a
playful peek at his adoring fans. Then the band struck up the beat, to
which he sang live.

To watch him was to
observe a star at the height of his powers. With D’Banj’s incredible
stage presence, there were echoes of Elvis Presley at the crest of his
fame. When someone brought D’Banj a face towel – white to match the
outfit, of course – one thought a James Brown cape-drama was in the
offing. D’Banj just needed to wipe the sweat off his face now and then,
and the towel also became part of the showmanship, flicked from time to
time as traditional dancers do with their handkerchiefs. He didn’t have
to do much; wowing the crowd effortlessly. There were no sexy dancers,
no gimmicks; and Wande Coal deferred to a bigger star, singing backing
vocals for D’Banj. There were Fela touches here and there in the
movement, as D’Banj sang his own hits and played the crowd, who lapped
up everything he said or did. “I said it before; I’ll say it again,” he
half-sang, about God-knows-what. He can say it anytime he wants: a star
is born.

There was some talk recently about D’Banj possibly playing Fela in
the hit Broadway musical, and it seemed he came onstage determined to
settle the argument. Anyone resistant to the idea of D’Banj as Fela,
would have had a rethink, seeing his reign at the Shrine. By now it was
1.30am – thousands were inside, many more outside. We decided to leave
in the middle of D’Banj’s set, regrettably, to avoid the crush of the
crowd at the end. As we exited the New Afrika Shrine, D’Banj said over
the loudspeakers, “We all know why we’re here.” Then from the street,
we heard as he launched into Fela’s songs proper, a fitting conclusion
to the evening.