Bukola Olafenwa

Mozambique Hall was in one of its finest of mornings, fully awake, reasonably hustling and maximally bustling. It was rejoicing in the euphoria of the sweetness of dawn that crowned memories of the passing lecture free week, urging a more serious preparation for the forthcoming examinations and exhibiting hopes of general successful performance and results for the rain semester, girlishly, genially and gracefully, when, the heroes, the giants, the elephants, the lions and the kings of Awolowo Hall barged in like a storm with ‘glad tidings’ to the heroines, the giantesses, the lionesses and the queens. While an effective public address system announced their arrival, their mission was pronounced from room-to-room in a very embracing manner. It was Ewa Day. They needed ‘wife materials’ to help separate the chaff from large quantities of beans. They were armed with masculine gestures, so tender, so endearing, so urging, that short, tall, fat, slim, plump, fair or dark ski

 My opinion of music is high. What about you? I find time for great ones and they appeal to my whole body as though a series of love potions has been administered to me and they lure me easily into more fulfilling encounters without ceasing. The truth is, beautiful musical compositions consist of natural, innocent, guilty rhythms that touch the heart marvelously with melody and corrupt the soul so intensely with goodness. They are concrete abstractions one is made to make out of one's feelings, as if they were sweet dreams, to be constructed and delivered by endowed minds and voices in lines and rhymes and tempo with content based, exceedingly riveting, extraordinarily gripping, hugely relevant and largely appreciable words transmitted orally or written to humanity through generations to affect lives mainly positively.           Spell binding musical presentations are powerfully, profoundly and remarkably revealing.         The aesthetic value of life, as port