(Quick note: half this blog is going out in Pidgin, so if you don’t understand any of this, I apologise in advance… 🙂 )
Nah wa o.. see me see trouble o! So, man pikin dey for waka where em dey have ‘evaluation’. So far, no palaver. My immediate oga dey conduct this review and tell me say, “So far o, you dey do waka well, well. But you get one problem!” “Problem, kei?” I ask am sey which problem be dis, o. “You no be team playa!” I no be team-playa, kei? Which kin nonsense be dat? Ok, sha.. wetin I do, o? Na I give client problem? De editors no like de way wey I commission?? I get wrong image?? Wetin I do wrong??”, I ask am? “Well, nah oga patapata tell me say you no interact for one kin induction wey we do for Monday past. Oga patapata say you no chop during team lunch!” O ga, o!! You fit wan tell me say because dem they serve sandwich for lunch whey I no fit craze to chop, when I bring my own Niaja made rice and fish stew, I no be team playa?? BABA N’LA PETTINESS!! The ting wey vex me sef na be dis: dem people no be my team!
Anyway, now that I’ve got that out, I had to go out during my lunch break to cover British Jazz Legend Stan Tracey at the Barbican. A good thing, too. There’d be no way that I or any of the photographers would have snapped a decent shot during the main performance due to movement restrictions and harsh lighting. That said, though, the sound check was awesome. And (get this), we actually managed to go on stage to shoot to get some great angle shots! Can you imagine that kind of freedom with some of these ‘shakara’ performers these days? Anyway, shot from the sound-check: