Got to work this morning and settled down to Asa’s music. As I was being serenaded by the crooner with music that really speak to the soul and situation around us, I just couldn’t help but identify with songs like Jailer, Preacher man, Bibanke, even her cover of “Feelin good” by Nina Simone did not escape her special touch. Such a huge talent she is.
Then came Fire on the mountain and I just could not help remembering having read something on twitter two days ago by Ayo Sogunro; “So much violence in January alone. @Asa_official has captured our irrational calm attitude towards news that should shake us. Sigh”.
“There is fire on the mountain,
And nobody seems to be on the run,
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
And no one is running.
I wake up in the morning,
Tell you what I see on my TV screen,
I see the blood of an innocent child,
And everybody’s watching”
So I say to myself, that’s true, tune to news channels on cable television, even our local stations and stories of mayhem, violence, destruction and all that speak devastation and obliteration are what stares us slam bang in the face. All we do is watch and sometime an occasional gasp or in our local parlance, an “eeyah” are the much we utter and life goes on. And we continue watching!
We are so dead to emotions now that we take it in our strides as if these violence and dependencies are part of the daily routine, like they should be expected. Some even tune to these stations to play catch up.
The song so much made me think about everything and all things, and her question reverberates in my head again; “Don’t you think there’s something wrong with this?” How can we feel so calm and unperturbed? “Don’t you think there’s something wrong with us?”
We need to sit up and begin to ask the questions relevant to peace, there is some good in everyone, however little; every conscious effort towards harmony is a step forward and a signal to terminate perpetual evil. Otherwise we will be heading towards the end, and as Asa succinctly put it;
“One day the river will over flow,
And there’ll be nowhere for us to go,
And we will run, run,
Wishing we had put out the fire”