First of all, He was loved. He was the best.
He was the best that He had a record after him being called 'The Best Best of '.

Octavian became Augustus. You know his story. Octavian was Augustus, a Caesar that everybody loved him, you know why? everybody loved him because he never ate alone. He had the longest time of peace in Rome history, he was a fair leader and all his people loved him for that. And no ! He wasn't the one they stabbed in the back, that was Julius. Augustus shared his wealth and all his people loved him. 3 times I thought, his people loved him.

Like Octavian, in Nigeria, He was loved. Arguably had the second highest turnout for his burial ceremony, only best by the true leader and Matyr himself Murtala Ramat Mohammed.

Every character has an ark. Everybody start out somewhere and they do something or something gets done to them that changes their life. I felt pity for him, the abuse and cruelty done to him, showing his injured butts and back on every foreign interview. It was a shame to our country as though we lacked the rights and freedom of freewill to act, speak and be a human.

Their was no telling a kid about growing up. No telling him about being an adult, it is as simple as it's sounded, you don't need to be told what's right or wrong It was all a default buildup in our gene, you just know what is wrong. He learned to build his own experience in his own image or life would have done it for him.

He was one of Africa’s most acclaimed musicians, a genre with a peculiar late-twentieth-century mix of shaman, politician, ombudsman, activist and musical genius. He had been singing in his mother's womb 'tun wata tara' for nine months.

A figure of inspiration he was to everyone that stood up for everything worth fighting for. He was a self inflicted inspiration to himself and those who saw fit to be a fan. He was proud and arrogant, he bore the attributes of a fighter, an Activist with special traits for being rebellious and rogue without a justified course.

The supreme commandant and ruler of the Kalakuta Republic. His 3 arms of Government: an executive congress of adolescent girls 'Olosho', a judiciary of dibia's with fetish superstitious laws and a legislatives of rogues and rebels. The chief justice himself, a diabolic Professor Hindu and his treacherous schemes that strikes fear in the heart of men, having to watch and see another fall in his presence and at worse by his own hands at the cost of an amusement to elite.

Their was a sense of uncertainty around his loyalist and lovers of his personality about his religious views and mind of morality. Practices of ancient ritual that has existed for a thousand years. It was worrisome to note that while others pick a more standard spiritual status in Christianity, Islam or at worst Judaism, their man was more into creating an African spiritual faith that indulges worshiping idols and giving out blood sacrifices to his fetish masters.

He was well educated during his youth but to educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society. Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine. Immorality became the morality of those who are having a better time that which has become the case of celebrities and their folks alike.

While i felt it was always reasonable to be in a standard faith rather than worshiping objects created by men to a higher esteem. I think it's a problem that people are considered immoral if they are not religious. That's just not true. If you do something for a religious reason, you do it because you'll be rewarded in an afterlife or in this world. That's not quite as good as something you do for purely generous reasons. Indeed compassion is the basis of morality.

A person is born with desires of the eyes and ears, and a liking for beautiful sights and sounds. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to immorality and lack of restriction, and any ritual principles and propriety will be abandoned.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

Shege Mutumi !

He swayed the world with his musical prowess and being a lyrical mogul of his generation. This was his world and his leadership. He always assured how untouchable and defiance he had grown to be and boast how death was a mere resident of his pocket, believing that only He had the chance to leave up to 135 years on earth.

It wasn't a father like son instance because he was more far away as being as gentle as his father a Reverend. It was a like mother like son play, always putting the government on its heels, from arguing with the Colonials Masters to performing on the shores of the Dodan barracks.

A master of his Art he was. a maestro and a master, good at being both. The Asians called him Shifu in their native Mandarin, he was called Shifu and still be addressed as Master Shifu, being twice a master as he was.

A symbol of rights, a rights movement specialist, a freedom fighter. An advocate for human rights and one who specialises in pointing out the animals in 'Agbada' wears.

His songs were unique and rare from any kind. His song titles ranged from the poetic to the hilarious allegory citing brilliance in the technique used, pointing out his mastery of the guitar and the sounds like bird feathers in the ear of his audience all hypnotically persuasive.

Felaism as their subject, but whoever listened to his music and had a passing interest in his lifestyle would feel a subtle, but abrasive philosophy hitting at your subconscious core.

He created a commune, Kalakuta Republic, themed by music and spirituality and declared them independent from Nigeria, the flawed sovereign entity.

His religion was of the tenet that the natural and basic cravings of man, including carnality is not to be repressed. And it expressed itself in his life. Polygyny was his way, and so was his love for the truly African beauty which he fondly referred to as ‘Market Woman’. Hypocritical he was that on his release from Jail, He divorced his 12 remaining wives, saying that 'marriage brings jealousy and selfishness'.

His infamous voice for the African woman was well noted due to his savage like nature to acquire them as wife's in two tens. His vocal stance that less-privileged prostitutes should be pitied, and afforded ample legal protection.

John Darnton wrote in the New York Times that one of Fela’s most popular songs, “Upside Down,” describes a traveler who finds an organized, well-planned world everywhere except in Africa, where there are villages, but no roads, lands, but no food or housing. He said 'These things are the daily lot of all Lagosians' Darnton noted, 'When Fela sings this song', listeners nod their heads solemnly and look into their beers'.

He unabashedly preached the virtues of sex, polygamy, and drugs, in particular the use of marijuana as a creative stimulant, ruling over the Kalakuta Republic with an iron hand, settling disputes by holding court and meting out sentences, cane lashings for men and a tin shed ‘jail’ for women in the backyard.

Elaborating on his excesses are stories abound of his setting fire to hotel rooms, firing kobo-less band members on overseas gigs, making interviewers cool their heels for days and then receiving them in his underwear. His campaign manager and agent was ten years behind ten years ago.

He had try to perfect the art of his music and his bands but little did he know that the perfection of art itself is to conceal art. One should be careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence can be reached but perfection is God's business.

Why, when we know that there's no such thing as perfect, do most of us spend an incredible amount of time and energy trying to be everything to everyone?

Is that why we really admire perfection?
No - the truth is that we are actually drawn to people who are real and down-to-earth. We love authenticity and we know that life is messy and imperfect.

If I a Writer, and He a complicated Artist and Activist have a desire to wait for perfection, We would never write a word. Perfection itself is imperfection but looking for perfection is the only way to motivate oneself.

They all screamed 'Fela lives on !', holding a bottle of gin, dancing in a hall full of fog caused by the stench smell of 'weed' marijuana and alcohol. The venue, 'The Shrine', the event - 'Felebration'. An assurance when he wakes from another life He won’t have to look further than the mirror to see the legacy he left behind. If they were worth mentioning.

How the world seem predictable, you think you know what you know but you don't, our world is full of greys of shadows. Remember while some are destined to pass the torch, others are destined to run with it. It's not bad to follow on someone footstep but what's important is leaving your footprint.

Let's put stress to rest. Even though our ancestors all hail from a sunny peninsula It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

In truth is we live, we learn, we do it as it's done and it's done proper. There's an Absolute truth. The absolute truth is God, the only supreme being.