<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:29:35.576-07:00</updated><category term='curiosity'/><category term='ABA Music'/><category term='Murphy Williams...'/><category term='World Music Stage'/><category term='Chyke Fusion'/><category term='Music Stars'/><category term='Moore Black'/><category term='Vintage Music'/><category term='development'/><category term='invent'/><category term='economy'/><category term='growth'/><category term='Motown Era'/><category term='Funky Stuff'/><category term='Arthur Freds'/><category term='Don&apos;t Freak'/><category term='learning training'/><category term='Barrack'/><category term='networks'/><category term='Walton Arungwa'/><category term='results'/><category term='Jimmy Cliff'/><category term='Musicians'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='president'/><category term='learning'/><category term='training'/><category term='Radiant Color'/><category term='opportunities'/><category term='Bump and Boogie'/><category term='Barrack Obama'/><category term='Apostles Rock Group'/><title type='text'>The Engine Room Extension</title><subtitle type='html'>Those spices that keep life going on a common-sense basis are right around the corner. They are right here! Quantifiable doses of those common-sense approaches will wet your appetite. If you want to extend your consumption of those, the sky is your limit. You may then go from here to the source.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-1341712038117250849</id><published>2010-06-02T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:44:55.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Freds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Music Stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moore Black'/><title type='text'>Between Moore Black in Australia and Me in the United States</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Moore Black:     Honestly I was too young in the seventies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Me:     [AT THAT TIME, I WAS THE 2ND KEYBOARDIST FOR THE FRIIMEN MUSIC COMPANY (SOME PEOPLE CALLED IT FRIIMEN ROCK GROUP). FROM THERE I BECAME THE 1ST KEYBOARDIST FOR SWEET UNIT. WE LATER CHANGED IT TO ROCK OF AGES. I PLAYED KEYBOARDS AS A SESSIONMAN FOR VOICE OF THE CROSS AND TONS OF OTHER GOSPEL ARTISTS THAT STARTED TO COPY VOICE OF THE CROSS. THEY WANTED ME TO ALSO PLAY FOR THEM, AND I DID.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Moore Black:     However, in the early eighties I went to Abo Mbaise to learn music under Wahehe Njoku of the Rock Of Ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Me:     [WAHEHE WAS THE BAND LEADER OF MY GROUP - SWEET UNIT. HE AND HIS FRIENDS SAW ME IN LAGOS WHEN I CAME WITH MY FIRST BAND - FRIIMEN - FOR A RECORDING AT DECCA STUDIOS. THEY TOLD US THAT THEY WERE PLANNING TO RETURN TO THE EAST, AND WOULD LIKE TO FORM A BAND. THEY WANTED ME TO BE THE KEYBOARDIST FOR THE BAND THAT WOULD BE FORMED. MY MUSIC MENTOR, BENI TUDUMEY WHO WAS THE 1ST (MAIN) KEYBOARDIST FOR FRIIMEN ENCOURAGED ME TO FORM THE BAND WITH WAHEHE AND THE OTHER GUYS. WHEN THEY RETURNED TO ABA IN THE NEXT YEAR (JANUARY OF THAT YEAR 1977), THEY SAW ME AND WE FORMED THE BAND]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Moore Black:     It was tough for me, for I didn't like the fact that I was relegated to loading &amp;amp; unloading the instruments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Me:     [IF YOU WORK WITH WAHEHE, YOU WILL HEAR 'NWII', BUT BUT YOU WILL SURVIVE ALMOST ALL SITUATIONS. WAHEHE HAD SO MUCH LOVE FOR HIS GUITAR]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Moore Black:     So I left (but when I look back now I regretted leaving) &amp;amp; few years later I went to&lt;br /&gt;have some voice lesson from Ogugua "Stone Face" Iwuagwu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Me:     [STONEFACE WAS A HUGE STAR ALL THE WAY FROM ENUGU BEFORE THE GUYS PLAYING FOR HIM SEPARATED AND LATER BECAME 'SWEET BREEZE', JUST LIKE 'THE STRANGERS' WHO WERE PLAYING FOR BOB MIGA SEPARATED AND BECAME 'ONE WORLD'. STONEFACE IWUAGWU MOVED DOWN TO ABA AND WORKED WITH US WHEN I WAS WORKING WITH NTA, CHANNEL 4, ABA, IN THE PROGRAMS DIVISION, UNDER PAL AKALONU, AND JAMES IROHA 'GIRINGORY', WHERE ALSO I TOOK PART IN PAL AKALONU'S NOW SOUND AS A MUSICIAN, AND TOOK PART IN JAMES IROHA'S MASQUERADE AS A MINOR ACTOR]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Moore Black:     I made several demos (unreleased) in the eighties before I left Nigeria in&lt;br /&gt;the early nineties for Europe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Me:     [WELCOME TO THE INTERSECTION. I HOPE YOU WERE NOT ONE OF THOSE GUYS THAT I MADE DEMOS FOR, BUT THEY WERE NOT NOT FULLY READY TO COMPLETE THE PROESS... I SOMETIMES USED SUNNY ENANG'S STUDIO AT UMUNGASI FOR DEMO WORKS. WE STAYED ALL NIGHT LONG WORKING WITH SOME DEMO ARTISTS OR MIXING SOME TRACKS... ONLY GOD KNOWS......]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-1341712038117250849?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/1341712038117250849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-moore-black-in-australia-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/1341712038117250849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/1341712038117250849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-moore-black-in-australia-and-me.html' title='Between Moore Black in Australia and Me in the United States'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-2090586682671134548</id><published>2010-06-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:33:59.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABA Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Freds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moore Black'/><title type='text'>My Chance Virtual Meeting At The World Igbo Congress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;After reading some mails being exchanged by participants at the World Igbo Congress and the Igbo Forum, I could not help sending the readers to the following two places:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ArthurFreds" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ArthurFreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frederickn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;http://frederickn.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; mso-hyphenate: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Anything that we can do must be done to bring ABA back to where it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;All those musicians fell in love with Aba so much so that they returned to Aba, even as Aba is almost dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I join them to believe that Aba will come back to life again, and Unicoco, Ambassador, Rex, Crystal Park, Enitona, etc. will bring in revenue to their owners. I have been working on projects that could provide me with funds for reactiving the music and art life of Aba, but funds are usually difficult to raise. I still have the hope I will contribute my ideas, labor and time to re-energize Aba. Please d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;on't make me to begin to mention names of my personal colleagues who played the Wings, Apostles, Action, Original and Super Wings (after the old testament of the Wings), Friimen, Sweet Breeze, Sweet Unit (later Rock of Ages), Doves, etc. We need to award scholarships in the names of these individuals and in the names of their music groups. We need to roll out the red carpet for all of them, at least, once in their lifetime. Let us just pray!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-2090586682671134548?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/2090586682671134548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-chance-virtual-meeting-at-world-igbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/2090586682671134548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/2090586682671134548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-chance-virtual-meeting-at-world-igbo.html' title='My Chance Virtual Meeting At The World Igbo Congress'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-8601973103234845890</id><published>2009-07-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:43:06.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funky Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bump and Boogie'/><title type='text'>"Don't Freak Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlEAvfPo4xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2ZA_3e8krHU/s1600-h/RadiantColorBack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355062247761175314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlEAvfPo4xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2ZA_3e8krHU/s200/RadiantColorBack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't Freak Out...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how you look so dreary and so bad...&lt;br /&gt;Why not give yourself a chance, don't take in some more...&lt;br /&gt;Go your way and leave the thing&lt;br /&gt;It's not good for you&lt;br /&gt;Why not give yourself a change you've got too much of it...&lt;br /&gt;Don't Freak.........&lt;br /&gt;I say, Don't Freak now....&lt;br /&gt;Don't Freak, wow, wow, wow&lt;br /&gt;Don't Freak......&lt;br /&gt;I say Don't Freak now...&lt;br /&gt;Don't Freek yeahhhhhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-8601973103234845890?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/8601973103234845890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-freak-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8601973103234845890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8601973103234845890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-freak-out.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Freak Out&quot;'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlEAvfPo4xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2ZA_3e8krHU/s72-c/RadiantColorBack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-4135406836401758861</id><published>2009-07-05T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:45:11.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABA Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motown Era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Freds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiant Color'/><title type='text'>The Album: Radiant Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlD84V28LPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gEVPjs5NCU0/s1600-h/RadiantColorCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058001813974258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlD84V28LPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gEVPjs5NCU0/s200/RadiantColorCD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;People have been asking after the album "Radiant Color", and I will not hesitate to talk about it. This is an album that I released around 1990. It has six tracks. I sang lead vocals on three of the songs and my wife sang lead vocals on the other three tracks. We helped out each other with backing vocals. During the band's most recent show in Raleigh, North Carolina, the three songs on which I did the lead vocals were performed. They are "Don't Freak Out", "Do It In The Name of Love" and "Radiant Color" which is the title track.The first of these songs is a funk piece. The other two are rock genre. The CD is available at &lt;a href="http://www.eclipseventures.com/page/19xnv/Shopping.html"&gt;http://www.eclipseventures.com/page/19xnv/Shopping.html&lt;/a&gt;. When the &lt;em&gt;Radiant Color&lt;/em&gt; album CD is played, it evokes the awe of the generation in which the music was recorded. This is the album that was recorded in Olodi-Apapa at the Fuzzy Studios. The recording engineer was Fuzzy's first son. Fuzzy's second son was a backup session musician. On the day of the recording, Fuzzy was not around. I still remember how interested Fuzzy's two sons were in the songs. They put in their ALL into the recording. They clearly showed their love for the song "You Won My Heart". That love is visible in the way they played the intro to that track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-4135406836401758861?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/4135406836401758861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/07/album-radiant-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4135406836401758861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4135406836401758861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/07/album-radiant-color.html' title='The Album: Radiant Color'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SlD84V28LPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gEVPjs5NCU0/s72-c/RadiantColorCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-7799821438310647657</id><published>2009-06-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:13:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Band Performed In Raleigh, North Carolina</title><content type='html'>On the hot Sunday afternoon, June 28, 2009, Grace Band, performed at the thanksgiving ceremony organized by Dr. Jimmy Imo in Raleigh, North Carolina in the United States. The event was in honor of Sir and Lady Imo who were visiting their children. At that event, Grace Band played songs like "Don't Freak" and "Do It In The Name of Love" both written, composed and recorded by Arthur Freds. Those songs are part of the compilation in Arthur Freds' vintage album titled "Radiant Color", which is the opening (signature tune) to Arthur Freds' radio show &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ArthurFreds"&gt;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ArthurFreds&lt;/a&gt;. Of all the very many songs performed at the events, Grace Band performed Ofege's "Nobody Fails", Oriental Brothers' "Nwada Di Nma", Herald '7's "Shooting Star" (by Jerry Boifraind). The band performed Sweet Breeze's "Palm Wine Tapper" and a highlife tune "Echendu Nweze". They also played their hit single, "Ebube" to which people danced freely. "Ebube" is also the title track in Grace Band's new release coming into the market sometime during the end of July. That album has nine tracks. One of the tracks is a 20-minute dance medley that will definitely take anybody's mind back to the Biafran days. It is a keepsake. Their own albums, "Radiant Color" and "Everybody Must Farm" are available at &lt;a href="http://www.eclipseventures.com/page/19xnv/Shopping.html"&gt;http://www.eclipseventures.com/page/19xnv/Shopping.html&lt;/a&gt;. Their new album, "Ebube" will also be availabe on that site whenever it is released in July. It will also be available on CD Baby and other downloadable sites. As a tribute, Grace Band gave copy of the hit single "Ebube'" to Sir and Lady Imo to honor them. Visit Grace Band at &lt;a href="http://www.graceband.org/"&gt;http://www.graceband.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-7799821438310647657?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/7799821438310647657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/06/grace-band-performed-in-raleigh-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/7799821438310647657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/7799821438310647657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/06/grace-band-performed-in-raleigh-north.html' title='Grace Band Performed In Raleigh, North Carolina'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-6273083153012730752</id><published>2009-06-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:20:07.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABA Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chyke Fusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy Williams...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walton Arungwa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apostles Rock Group'/><title type='text'>The Radio Show - ABA MUSIC</title><content type='html'>The Radio Show featured ABA Music at &lt;a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Arthurfreds"&gt;http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Arthurfreds&lt;/a&gt;. This broadacst takes place every Monday at 12.00 noon (Eastern Standard Time). Just log on and get your dose live. In the very last broadcast, The Apostles Rock Group featured so strongly that you could not afford to miss the information that came out. The songs that were played were Darlin', Radiant Color, Do It In The Name of Love, Don't Freak Out, You Won My Heart, Be My Own. All those song titles are from the album "Raidant Color" by Arthur Freds. The songs were written, composed, performed and directed by Arthur Freds except for three that were performed for him by Grace Freds. When you listen to that music, you will know rightaway that they are of the Motown era. Those songs are available together in one of Arthur Freds albums at &lt;a href="http://www.eclipseventures.com/"&gt;http://www.eclipseventures.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the radio show, Arthur Freds revealed some of the things that people would not ordinarily know concerning The Apostles. From the things said in the radio show, it is clear that all the bands in Aba will be brought to the listeners. ...Who wouldn't want to know about those groups from a direct participant like Arthur Freds? Arthur Freds sat with them, had breakfast, lunch and dinner with most of those great names in Aba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-6273083153012730752?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/6273083153012730752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/06/radio-show-aba-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6273083153012730752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6273083153012730752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/06/radio-show-aba-music.html' title='The Radio Show - ABA MUSIC'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-3822630500997080291</id><published>2009-05-06T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:27:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIqzS0s6DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y7OmZstW-pY/s1600-h/ArthurIndoors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332871969474668594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIqzS0s6DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y7OmZstW-pY/s200/ArthurIndoors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I was passing through the end of Park Road, music was blaring out of a building. That building happened to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unicoco&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. The block had openings such that someone could peep in to see what was going on, so I did peep in. I saw a musical group performing and people were dancing. I also saw so many people at the gate struggling to pay and get in. I wondered, "these people are struggling to pay and go in only to dance, and those guys playing will go home and share the money". I decided to enjoy such cool money, sitting or standing to play my instrument, watching people dancing, and sometimes fighting, and finally going home to share money with the other cool people on stage with me. I did it. The band that I saw when I peeped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unicoco&lt;/span&gt; Hotel was Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miga&lt;/span&gt; and the Strangers. The song that they were playing has not left my head till today (must have been about 1973). The players finally left Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miga&lt;/span&gt;, formed One World and became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; darling. Cyril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abdullah&lt;/span&gt; never missed any of One World's shows at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unicoco&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. When I mustered the courage, I applied to the Apostles to be one of their vocalists. They invited me to an audition. I showed up on the agreed date. They were all on stage looking at me and I almost got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intimited&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered that I started to play the keyboard from age four, and that there was nothing to fear. I knew that I belonged to the industry, but only needed to explore where to start the career. The Apostles' band leader Walton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arungwa&lt;/span&gt;, asked me which of their songs that I would feel comfortable singing. I told them "She's A Dropout". They played the song, and I vocalized it perfectly well. They complimented me and said that they would get in touch with me. They never hired me to join their band. What they did much later was to come to my house to pick me up whenever Benji (their organist) was away. I did some tours with them to places like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Warri&lt;/span&gt;, Port Harcourt, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember "Everyday when I question, and feel I can't find the answer, I don't know what to do, Oh yeah, one-more-time, everyday when I question, and feel I can't find the answer I don't know what to do, Oh yeah." That is a popular chorus in Tex Soul's hit song. Tex Soul also sang, "You'll make it someday (someday), someday in your life" (Sure, you will remember this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down, down the valley by the Apostles was one of the most powerful songs of our time. Remember "She's A Dropout". I cannot stop loving Apostles' songs. What about the Wings during the days of Spud Nathan? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Manford&lt;/span&gt; Best was my favorite song writer. Spud was my favorite singer. Both of them wrote and sang songs that would make you cry. I memorized many of their songs. If I have anything good to do for somebody, I'll do it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Manford&lt;/span&gt; Best for very special reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-3822630500997080291?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/3822630500997080291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-lane-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3822630500997080291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3822630500997080291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-lane-1.html' title='Memory Lane (1)'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIqzS0s6DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Y7OmZstW-pY/s72-c/ArthurIndoors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-4125431199171753370</id><published>2009-05-06T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:11:03.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgImbFM2DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH66yoaujmw/s1600-h/NYSCManOWar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332867155454463330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgImbFM2DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH66yoaujmw/s200/NYSCManOWar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not think that I can do this exercise again. It was probably only possible at the time that soldiers were supervising us. Since the exercises were good for our physical fitness, there was no harm in doing them. However, after that, it was over. I was wondering whether Jonathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Akwada&lt;/span&gt; actually did it. He reported for youth service at a different time. He enjoyed life at the International Institute for Tropical Agriculture (That was some kind of America in Nigeria). I visited him once and loved the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-4125431199171753370?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/4125431199171753370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-not-think-that-i-can-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4125431199171753370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4125431199171753370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-not-think-that-i-can-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgImbFM2DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LH66yoaujmw/s72-c/NYSCManOWar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-4088531628508949324</id><published>2009-05-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:07:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIlCuyzSUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DOcL8X8NTtY/s1600-h/NYSCManOWar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIlCluW5NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sts67DZj2lQ/s1600-h/NYSCManOWar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332865635176604882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIlCluW5NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sts67DZj2lQ/s200/NYSCManOWar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how youth service could be avoided by some people. It was fun keeping text books behind. I only used my native brain instead of memorizing principles and codes. I also made friends at all the activities scheduled as training to equip us in diverse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strenuous&lt;/span&gt; situations. One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toughest&lt;/span&gt; tasks was done at the Man-O-War Bay. I was not a big fan of that, but I knew that it was just for a time. It would come and go, and it did. I enjoyed youth service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-4088531628508949324?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/4088531628508949324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-amazing-how-youth-service-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4088531628508949324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4088531628508949324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-amazing-how-youth-service-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIlCluW5NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sts67DZj2lQ/s72-c/NYSCManOWar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-3081274567375961292</id><published>2009-05-06T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:00:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odo-Oba Corpers Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjVocnwbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gliil226zaw/s1600-h/NYSCLodgeOdo-Oba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332863763301777842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjVocnwbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gliil226zaw/s200/NYSCLodgeOdo-Oba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gigantic building in Odo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oba&lt;/span&gt; was like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oba's&lt;/span&gt; Palace in the midst of a pretty-much unknown village. The building behind me is a two-level four-apartment facility. Each flat has three bedrooms. The front right flat (apartment) was where I lived. I occupied one bedroom (the very window upstairs that overlooks where I stand). My roommate (who hailed from a Yoruba-speaking area of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwara&lt;/span&gt; State) lived in another room opposite mine while the third room was vacant. The adjacent flat had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fidelis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oboh&lt;/span&gt;, Felix and Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O'himwen&lt;/span&gt; respectively occupying all three rooms. We did not have much to do with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corpers&lt;/span&gt; living downstairs. They were also nice guys, but for some reason, out interaction with them was minimal, if at all existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-3081274567375961292?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/3081274567375961292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/odo-oba-corpers-lodge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3081274567375961292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3081274567375961292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/odo-oba-corpers-lodge.html' title='Odo-Oba Corpers Lodge'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjVocnwbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gliil226zaw/s72-c/NYSCLodgeOdo-Oba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-2403345138899313090</id><published>2009-05-06T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:54:12.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Youth Service Corps (NYSC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjF9j1gfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LSMnMwEEYXM/s1600-h/NYSCdrills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332863494091276786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjF9j1gfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LSMnMwEEYXM/s200/NYSCdrills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjFokN-pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/caqmS7drA9Y/s1600-h/NYSCAnthemComposer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332863488455735954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjFokN-pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/caqmS7drA9Y/s200/NYSCAnthemComposer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of my final exams, I received my results; the second best in my class and the third best in the entire institution. My youth corps posting came out a little late, and I was posted to Ibadan. I reported there, and spent my first few weeks at the Anglican Parsonage where two youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corpers&lt;/span&gt; were living and teaching for the Anglican College. Emmanuel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Otutubuike&lt;/span&gt; and his friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anambra&lt;/span&gt; State lived there and taught there. It was from their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corpers&lt;/span&gt; lodge that I set out every morning to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NYSC&lt;/span&gt; Secretariat in Ibadan to find out my posting. I was eventually posted to the Methodist College Campus of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oyo&lt;/span&gt; State College of Education, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elekuro&lt;/span&gt; where I taught Business courses. I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fidelis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Oboh&lt;/span&gt;, Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Omoruhimwen&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;corpers&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;corpers&lt;/span&gt; lodge was in Odo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oba&lt;/span&gt; (behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Molete&lt;/span&gt;) in Ibadan. From there I commuted everyday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Elekuro&lt;/span&gt; to teach. I also visited University of Ibadan where my cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ihuoma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nwaogwugwu&lt;/span&gt;, was studying statistics. My future brother-in-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;inlaw&lt;/span&gt;, Emmanuel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Okoronkwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chukwu&lt;/span&gt;, was also there studying Economics (I suppose). I also made a new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chibuzo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Anyim&lt;/span&gt; who hails from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Isiala&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ngwa&lt;/span&gt;. He was a very nice and friendly guy. During my youth corps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;activties&lt;/span&gt;, I developed and hosted "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Igbo&lt;/span&gt; By Television" at the Television Service of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Oyo&lt;/span&gt; State (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;TSOS&lt;/span&gt;), Ibadan. I was also in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;NYSC&lt;/span&gt; Choir. I took part in a nationwide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;competion&lt;/span&gt; to find an Anthem for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;NYSC&lt;/span&gt;. One colleague won the lyrics competition. I won the music composition. My martial music was rendered with the lyrics, and I won a national award for that anthem. At my award recognition night, I was invited to the Sheraton Hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ikeja&lt;/span&gt; Lagos where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Alhaji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bunu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Sherif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Musa&lt;/span&gt; read my citation and shook my hands (of course, that was a big deal). You know that everything is not money. I was happy that my composition won the first position and became the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;NYSC&lt;/span&gt; Anthem. A few people still remembered that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;NYSC&lt;/span&gt; Anthem was composed by Frederick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Nwosu&lt;/span&gt; (none other than Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt;) while serving in Ibadan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-2403345138899313090?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/2403345138899313090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-youth-service-corps-nysc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/2403345138899313090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/2403345138899313090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-youth-service-corps-nysc.html' title='National Youth Service Corps (NYSC)'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIjF9j1gfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LSMnMwEEYXM/s72-c/NYSCdrills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-6733092688467695277</id><published>2009-05-06T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:36:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIaTm63VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/llSlbGBZuK0/s1600-h/Acada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332853832927368482" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIaTm63VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/llSlbGBZuK0/s200/Acada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traveling back and forth during the school year necessitated reading at night. This is what what I did everytime that I was on campus because I wanted to get one of the best results. and I did. While reading at night, you will be amazed to know that I listened a lot to music composed by Alex Kalu. He is one of the very good song writers around. My night was also so serene and only punctuated by the music coming from under my reading table. My television set was there to keep me current on events. I also watched myself on that set. Reading, reading and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-6733092688467695277?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/6733092688467695277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6733092688467695277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6733092688467695277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIaTm63VSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/llSlbGBZuK0/s72-c/Acada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-4463526619100716304</id><published>2009-05-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:12:38.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coltech, Now Federal Polytechnic, Nekede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIZSfktisI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gsBOJnzDNlM/s1600-h/Graduation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332852714263907010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIZSfktisI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gsBOJnzDNlM/s200/Graduation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIZSP75bOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fu8gNtLUkBY/s1600-h/Graduation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332852710066187490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIZSP75bOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fu8gNtLUkBY/s200/Graduation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The program at the School of Business and Public Administration lasted for academic years. I spent most of that period traveling with bands or recording albums for different artists. I was out of town almost every weekend on tour with one group or another. I was also performing live shows in different cities during that four-year period. I will hold off on exactly how many days that I spent on that campus. I want to recollect, though that one day, someone had a party in the Old Market Road Hostel where I lived as a student. Girls were trooping in there for that party, and the porters did not stop them. It did not really matter to me, but one day two girls came to visit me and four of my class mates living in the hostel, but the porters said to me that it was past the time for visits. I referred them to the night that girls were trooping into the hostel, but the porters said that the party was organized by the hotel governor. I shouted 'Hostel Governor!!!!' I imagined me as a star musician, but a student in a higher institution. I did not believe in obstacles. I told them that I was going to become the hostel governor and have parties in the hostel in just that same way. They knew me. They loved my music. They respected me, and did not have any problem with my ambition. The next hostel governor was me! I chose the largest room (which I was entitled to, of course). I moved my closest classmates into that room called Governor's room. They were Dyke, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ugonna&lt;/span&gt;, Solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Petrus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chyma&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I traveled out of town to play music, I would first of all keep for them a crate of minerals, a carton of beer and every textbook needed for the courses. Whenever I returned from my music tour or recording sessions, I would copy notes from them - the notes that they made while attending lectures in my absence. I lived in a mansion. I had parties. I had guests any time of the day or any time of the night. I did not like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ikenegbu&lt;/span&gt; Hostel. I did not even like the on-campus hostels. They felt like a joke to me whenever I went there to visit my classmates. I went for gyrations in town and out of town. I nominated Dyke for Chief and follow through until the night Dyke became the Chief of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keggites&lt;/span&gt; as I had already become the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Metuselah&lt;/span&gt;. My friends knew that I was behind it because I brought Dyke into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keggite&lt;/span&gt; Club. When I graduated, I became the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MetuFellow&lt;/span&gt;. My stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Owerri&lt;/span&gt; was made possible, easy and enjoyable by Chief Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nnamdi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Olebara&lt;/span&gt; who was with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Imo&lt;/span&gt; Broadcasting Service at that time. He also gave me the first exposure to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;radio&lt;/span&gt; broadcasting, and people began to hear my voice on radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-4463526619100716304?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/4463526619100716304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/coltech-now-federal-polytechnic-nekede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4463526619100716304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/4463526619100716304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/coltech-now-federal-polytechnic-nekede.html' title='Coltech, Now Federal Polytechnic, Nekede'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIZSfktisI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gsBOJnzDNlM/s72-c/Graduation2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-8781570749383436518</id><published>2009-05-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:31:24.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release of My Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIPnVlA0QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Sa64cwxV6eY/s1600-h/Album2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842077241790722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIPnVlA0QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Sa64cwxV6eY/s200/Album2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIPnOiGo_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3nu2SC6gyu0/s1600-h/Album1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842075350541298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIPnOiGo_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3nu2SC6gyu0/s200/Album1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the end of 1979 I entered the studio to record my album for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anodisc&lt;/span&gt; Records. It was a light reggae album with one calypso song. The calypso was the first track titled "Everybody Must Farm". It took over the airwaves for quite a while. The rest of the songs are simple reggae. There was no rub-a-dub involved. No 'ska'. They were the relaxation type of reggae music: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jah&lt;/span&gt; Men, Golden Rule, Let's Come Together, Simplicity (which was my guy name from Class Three through Class Five), and Accept My Sympathy, which was my message to me after losing my uncle who was a final year student at the University of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ife&lt;/span&gt;. My album was released by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anodisc&lt;/span&gt; Records. I was backed up by my band, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friimen&lt;/span&gt; Rock Group. The line up for the production was Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eze&lt;/span&gt; on the drums and Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okogbue&lt;/span&gt; on the guitar. Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Igbaji&lt;/span&gt; on the bass (he played bass on 'millions' of albums of other artists). Dan lands his bass notes, and you cannot wonder whether or not there are bass notes in the album. The keyboard session alone had four players: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eliss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kofie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tudumey&lt;/span&gt;, Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt;, Alex Tony-O on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;clavinet&lt;/span&gt; for the "Sweet Home" track. (Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Okoroji&lt;/span&gt;; you will remember him from his 'Big Big Sugar Daddy' album). My album was released in 1980 when I was a student at the College of Technology, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nekede&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Owerri&lt;/span&gt;. Other session personnel were Simeon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Anaba&lt;/span&gt; on the congas, Sam "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Buccana&lt;/span&gt;" on the congas and Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt; also on the congas. The Magic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Handclaps&lt;/span&gt; were provided by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chalie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Eze&lt;/span&gt;, "Doctor" (the handsome Afro-hair black guy who was often in the background, but was a good musician), Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ayozie&lt;/span&gt; and Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt;. Background Vocals featured Sam "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Buccana&lt;/span&gt;" and Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ayozie&lt;/span&gt; (I suppose Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ayozie&lt;/span&gt; should still remember the joke "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Alora&lt;/span&gt;..., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Crocodio&lt;/span&gt; - though I did not spell it well). All the songs were written by me. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Maoby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt; helped to arrange the songs. Producers were Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt; and Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Eze&lt;/span&gt;. Publisher was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Anodisc&lt;/span&gt; Records. Recording Engineers were John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Malife&lt;/span&gt; and Martins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ikebuaku&lt;/span&gt;. Substantial inspiration came from Don Taylor of Island Records with whom I was in constant touch. Albert Griffiths of the Gladiators in Jamaica also was writing me, supporting and inspiring my work. My management outfit at that time was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Fonorg&lt;/span&gt; International which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;laterbecame&lt;/span&gt; a small label. I provided the sleeve concept. The Executive Producer was Simeon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Anochie&lt;/span&gt; (blessed memory) who believed so much in me from the day he visited me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Danfodio&lt;/span&gt; Road with his wife. He came that evening to watch me play the organ. After that evening, he invited me to his office to begin a business relationship that saw me circulating in the music industry as an icon. I play keyboards in over 350 albums of other artists. My name and roles are on the sleeves of those albums as testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My album also reigned at the campus because the student DJ. Bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Chimezie&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Imo&lt;/span&gt; Broadcasting Service, who was also a fellow student, played the calypso tune "Everybody Must Farm" and the hall was rocking. Students found me, picked me up, and carried me around the auditorium &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;shoudinig&lt;/span&gt; "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Seke&lt;/span&gt;, Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Seke&lt;/span&gt;, Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Seke&lt;/span&gt;, Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Seke&lt;/span&gt;" because the main notes and drum beat of the song went in that direction. This also led me to competing at the College of Technology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Owerri&lt;/span&gt; DJ competition. I am sure that I did well. I did not win because Bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Chimezie&lt;/span&gt; was a State-wide DJ with the radio station. He won that competition, but something happened to me that night. I am not able to understand that thing till today: While I was rapping over my song that was being played, several people were doling out currency notes and pasting on my forehead. My performance duration was long because the audience appreciated me, being a known musician. Money flowed ceaselessly while I stood on the podium rapping. At the end of my session, I stepped down and could not find who picked all the money given to me by admirers. Till today, nobody came clean, and I know that an insincere person is on the loose out there. My album added to my existing fame. I was already appearing three times per week on television, having worked with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;NTA&lt;/span&gt;. I was appearing on stage with all kinds of music groups. My album became another source of identifying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-8781570749383436518?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/8781570749383436518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/release-of-my-album.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8781570749383436518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8781570749383436518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/release-of-my-album.html' title='Release of My Album'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIPnVlA0QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Sa64cwxV6eY/s72-c/Album2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-5839715593349408634</id><published>2009-05-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:52:03.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music VIPs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIGeopNcLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PT7eoipZPLU/s1600-h/WaitingForSweetBreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832032136196274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIGeopNcLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PT7eoipZPLU/s200/WaitingForSweetBreeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arungwa&lt;/span&gt; on the guitar, Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madubuike&lt;/span&gt; on the drums, Benji on the keyboards, Fusion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Okoro&lt;/span&gt; on the vocals, Murphy Williams on the vocals (You can cry when Murphy is singing), Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Asu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tandu&lt;/span&gt; on the bass. You cannot leave out Barry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;! 'The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elemarangwa&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ekpete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iri&lt;/span&gt;' This is the title that I gave to Barry. I also call him 'The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Elemarangwa&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ohu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ekpete&lt;/span&gt;'. I will talk about these individuals separately in another writing. I just want to remember them and mention them here. Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eze&lt;/span&gt; on the drums, Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Henshaw&lt;/span&gt; on the bass (Jimmy Castor Bunch!), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tudumey&lt;/span&gt; on the keyboard, Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Okogbue&lt;/span&gt; on the guitar (remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tauwnn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tauwnn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tauwnn&lt;/span&gt; that sounds with the fourth, third and second notes in that sequence or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fah&lt;/span&gt;', 'mi', 'ray'. It became (for me) Ken's signature. When I asked him he told me how he traveled to Port Harcourt to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Fela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dey&lt;/span&gt; to acquire that. I'll still talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dey&lt;/span&gt; who called me 'Headmaster'. He and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Etim&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Polygram&lt;/span&gt; studies in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ikeja&lt;/span&gt; called headmaster either to tickle me or to make me feel bad, though they were also my friends. Moving on with the list: Simeon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Anaba&lt;/span&gt; on the congas, Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt; on the keyboards. Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Mansound&lt;/span&gt; on the trumpet, Uncle Sammy on the keyboard. Names of the other members of Genesis have escaped my mind. When I was teaching at Holy Ghost across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Overrail&lt;/span&gt;, the Genesis funk band rehearsed in that general area. They wanted me to join their band. Uncle Sammy was a strong keyboardist, and was already grooming his younger brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Anil&lt;/span&gt;. I did not join the Genesis. Much later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Anil&lt;/span&gt; (I heard) took my place at Rock of Ages after we changed our name from Sweet Unit and I left to go to pursue two things: (1) higher education and (2) independent music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sessionist&lt;/span&gt; job. There are so many names to mention. I'll go a little further. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Mohammed&lt;/span&gt; on the vocals with Black Children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Essien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Akpabio&lt;/span&gt; on the vocals with the Action Funk Ensemble. Harry on the second vocals with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Foundars&lt;/span&gt; 15, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Iyke&lt;/span&gt; Peters on the vocals of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Foundars&lt;/span&gt; 15, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Ify&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Akpati&lt;/span&gt; (blessed memory) on the drums with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Foundars&lt;/span&gt; 15, Sunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Enang&lt;/span&gt; on the organ with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Foundars&lt;/span&gt; 15. Tex Soul on the guitar with the Vibrations (a band that I played briefly after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Goddie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Odik&lt;/span&gt; left). I loved the song that Tex Soul wrote "You'll Make It Someday". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Iyke&lt;/span&gt; on the base for Vibrations. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Shanker&lt;/span&gt; on the drums. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Bazy&lt;/span&gt; Cole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Akalonu&lt;/span&gt; on the drums for Sweet Breeze (I always traveled to play keyboards for them whenever Nestor Phillips was away on one of his many overseas trips); Dallas King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Anyanwu&lt;/span&gt; on the lead vocals (Choirmaster), Jackie Moore on the guitar and also serving as band leader. He was the one who arranged to come and pick me up at my house on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Ulasi&lt;/span&gt; Road whenever they needed me on their tour. Vin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Iyke&lt;/span&gt; on the bass. Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Boifraind&lt;/span&gt; on the mike, though he had a box guitar that he played from time to time. He was simply a powerful singer "Mama Was A Roving Gambler" album was titled "Leave That School Girl". I played keyboards and all polyphonic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;emsemble&lt;/span&gt; on that album. I was the first musician in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Aba&lt;/span&gt; to use Mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Korg&lt;/span&gt; in a recording. All the polyphonic work that I did on that album stood out when the album was released. Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Boifraind&lt;/span&gt; rose from the height of his former "Shooting Star" to a new height. Go and check out his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Momy&lt;/span&gt; Owe Me" and see what he is doing today. You will see that he has been on this journey for a long time. Goddy Oku's studio was no third home after Decca, then followed by Rogers Studio in Umuokpu, Awka. I also used Phonodisk, Polygram and other studios but not as much. I'll mention other names some other time, as well as find another time to talk about the individual VIPs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-5839715593349408634?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/5839715593349408634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-vips.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/5839715593349408634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/5839715593349408634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-vips.html' title='Music VIPs'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgIGeopNcLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PT7eoipZPLU/s72-c/WaitingForSweetBreeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-5907481042872556892</id><published>2009-05-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:54:00.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NTA Aba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH7MgrGZTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uE9FvB_YZIs/s1600-h/PhotoShoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332819626131088690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH7MgrGZTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uE9FvB_YZIs/s200/PhotoShoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, my group, Sweet Unit, was invited to play at the then popular program 'Now Sound' that belonged to Pal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Akalonu&lt;/span&gt; (we always called him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ndaa&lt;/span&gt; Pal"). I was the keyboardist and did vocals when necessary within songs, since George Black was the lead vocalist. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Njoku&lt;/span&gt; was the band leader and played the lead guitar. Reginald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Njoku&lt;/span&gt; was the drummer. I don't know if he will still remember our joke about "Can't Depend On". That's by the way. After play for for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ndaa&lt;/span&gt; Pal on his Now Sound program that night in 1977, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ndaa&lt;/span&gt; Pal asked me if I went to school. I told him that I did, and that I completed my secondary school education. He asked me if I would like to work for the Nigerian Television Authority; of course, I said "Yes". He told me to come the following Monday to see him. When I got there on the appointed day, it happened that the station was interviewing candidates for jobs. Those candidates probably saw advertisements, applied long ago and waited till the day of their interview (for those who were invited for interviews). I came in and asked for Pal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Akalonu&lt;/span&gt;. He came out of the interview room and saw me, told me to sit in the lobby and wait till he called me. That was when I realized that I did not just come to give him my curriculum vitae, but that I came to an interview without preparing. In any case, I waited. When I was called, I went in and saw a panel of big shots. They first began to give me compliments on my performance for their Now Sound program. Questions that were not serious were asked and they asked me if I would like to work for them if they employed me. I agreed. They sent for a messenger, told him in my presence to go and put a desk and a chair in an existing room where there were already two tables. When he reported back that he had done what he was told to do, he was told to lead me to that office. They told me that I should follow that man to my desk. They told me to report for duty the next day when I would receive all instructions pertaining to my job. I followed that man to my desk and Saw three desks. Surprisingly, one desk belonged to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zebrudaya&lt;/span&gt;. The other one belonged to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Clarus&lt;/span&gt;. I reported for duty from the next day and began to be loved again over there. The Masquerade crew took me in and casted me for some irregular parts. I also acted the spirit of a dead man for one of Emma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eleanya's&lt;/span&gt; serious plays that even frightened me - which means that I have experimented being a spirit! (That's funny). These new developments further enhanced my music career because I began to do other different TV programs for other producers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Osochi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Egbuna&lt;/span&gt; scheduled me on his "On Wings of Music" where I performed Stevie Wonder's 'Village Ghetto Land'. I learned that song from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tudumey&lt;/span&gt; when I went to his house on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jubilee&lt;/span&gt; Road and he played Stevie Wonder's album and spoke to solemnly about that song. It sank in my head and when the opportunity came to appear on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Osochi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Egbuna's&lt;/span&gt; show, I performed that song. I still sing that song till today. I also performed Elton John's 'Daniel' for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Osochi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Egbuna&lt;/span&gt;. I formed a trio with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Iyke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ekeoma&lt;/span&gt; and Prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Orji&lt;/span&gt; where we performed on TV sentimental songs and some Christmas tunes at the end of every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-5907481042872556892?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/5907481042872556892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/nta-aba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/5907481042872556892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/5907481042872556892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/nta-aba.html' title='NTA Aba'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH7MgrGZTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uE9FvB_YZIs/s72-c/PhotoShoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-8326902814018779687</id><published>2009-05-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:07:16.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Unit Rock Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH2hHAjdII/AAAAAAAAAEE/CjHwUGCAvhc/s1600-h/CoolOff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332814482460865666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH2hHAjdII/AAAAAAAAAEE/CjHwUGCAvhc/s200/CoolOff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friimen&lt;/span&gt; Rock Group was always in the studio backing new solo artists or supporting bands that were not strong enough. Towards the end of 1976, my group, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friimen&lt;/span&gt;, had a recording session at Decca Studios in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Akoka&lt;/span&gt;, Lagos. While we were in the studio, a bunch of guys came in because they heard about the presence of some Ibo musicians in the studio. They also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happend&lt;/span&gt; to be Ibo, precisely from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mbaise&lt;/span&gt;. They were in Lagos doing their music activities. If my memory serves me well, the guys that came to the studio were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wahehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Njoku&lt;/span&gt;, Reginald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Njoku&lt;/span&gt; and Joel Ugo. They told us that they were planning to return to the East to form a band. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tudumey&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friimen&lt;/span&gt; (my current band) told them that our band had two keyboardists and that Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt; was the second keyboardist who could be part of their group. They spoke to me to join them to form the band. They said that upon their return to the East in the beginning of the following year (1977), they would embark on the band formation, and that they would like me to be one of the major shareholders and on the keyboard. I did not give them much thought because I was loved in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friimen&lt;/span&gt;. The band leader (whom I always called De Charlie) became a close friend. I could eat or spend so much time in the houses of each and all the band members. January 1977 swung around. I was still not thinking about forming a new band with the guys from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mbaise&lt;/span&gt;. One day, I was strolling along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ehi&lt;/span&gt; Road in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aba&lt;/span&gt;, and I saw about three guys in front of the house where the Original Wings lived.  They were talking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Arinze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Okpala&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Arii&lt;/span&gt;), the band leader of the Wings. They spotted me along the road and called "Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Freds&lt;/span&gt;". I looked and behold it was the same group of guys that I saw in Lagos. They told me that they were now in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aba&lt;/span&gt; and ready to begin. They asked me to come to a meeting where we would iron out things. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tudumey&lt;/span&gt; about the discussion. He prodded me along and insisted that I would make a huge success if I formed the band with those guys. Seeing how unsure I was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; took it on himself to go with me every step of the way. On the day of the first meeting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; was there with me and those guys. That same January, our band, Sweet Unit Rock Group, was started. We began to rehearse along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ehi&lt;/span&gt; Road, in the same hotel where a band called Atomic '8' was based several years prior. After extensive practice, we hit the road and I started to make the name that took me to working with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;NTA&lt;/span&gt;, sharing office with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zebrudaya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Clarus&lt;/span&gt;, serving James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Iroha&lt;/span&gt; and playing keyboards in one or more of his recordings, flying from Port Harcourt to Lagos to do a recording for James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Iroha&lt;/span&gt;, and all such exciting career activities that I witnessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-8326902814018779687?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/8326902814018779687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-unit-rock-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8326902814018779687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8326902814018779687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-unit-rock-group.html' title='Sweet Unit Rock Group'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgH2hHAjdII/AAAAAAAAAEE/CjHwUGCAvhc/s72-c/CoolOff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-6431078685770133081</id><published>2009-05-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:21:42.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Pop Music In Nigeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgHxTNmYWwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TduLovc3jXI/s1600-h/WaitingForApostles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332808746153827074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgHxTNmYWwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TduLovc3jXI/s320/WaitingForApostles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would have been fun watching the Friimen Music Company (Friimen Rock Group) performing at the elementary school at Umuogele, Ohanku Road, Aba. Incidentally, their bus left with music instruments on the roofrack just at the time I was coming in from Umuodo to see my older sister. I tried to settle in and jump across to the elementary school, since it was right next to our compound on Ohanku Road. It was so unfortunate that I watched the bus leave with those musicians sitting quietly resting after a high-powered performance. I remember that Jessie, our neighbor across the street, enjoyed the show because she carried the air of that show for quite some time. I decided that I must join Friimen. A few weeks later, I found where they were based around Ibere Street behind the Aba New Market. I boldly went in there and spoke to them. They all received me, and I began my journey of becoming part of their music family. Beni Tudumey was already the king of keyboards around the area, and I could not even come close, but Beni told me that I was a wonderful keyboard player, but when I watched him play, I was flabergasted. He continued to encourage me. I began to do recording sessions with the band such that Beni would play one keyboard and I would play the second keyboard. Long story short, I enjoyed my days as member of the Friimen Rock Group, but its official name was Friimen Music Company. Charlie Eze, Jimmie Henshaw, Beni Tudumey, Ken Okogbue, Simeon Anaba were there when I approached them and became part of their band from 1974 till I teamed up with some nice guys from Mbaise to form Sweet Unit Rock Group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-6431078685770133081?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/6431078685770133081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-pop-music-in-nigeria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6431078685770133081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/6431078685770133081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-pop-music-in-nigeria.html' title='Playing Pop Music In Nigeria'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgHxTNmYWwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TduLovc3jXI/s72-c/WaitingForApostles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-8387368714536803849</id><published>2009-04-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:26:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay-off at an All-time High</title><content type='html'>Needless to say that all and sundry feel the pinch of economic recession. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; is no longer whether or not your are being promoted, but whether or not you are able to keep  your job. It is even difficult to accuse a company of hiding behind the economy to wreck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; on innocent employees. Every company can safely say that the economy is affecting them adversely. At the end of the day, the hapless employee is the worse for it. If you are that hapless employee, what are you doing about this predicament? What did you do about it before now? What will  you do hereafter about the situation? It is very clear that inaction will not get anybody anywhere. Action is the keyword. The economy requires that every participant become a moving target. The economy will catch up with stationery target. Therefore, everyone must be on the move in the sense that creative solutions have to be churned out by every individual. Strategic solutions are required for our home lives, our careers, social and spiritual lives and other segments of human activity in which we operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since times have become unpredictable, what manner of citizen are we supposed to be? One word to describe it is "patriotic". We often think of patriotic in terms of love of America. It must become clear right now that one has to love himself or herself before loving any other thing. "Country First" is a good chant. However, when the chips are down, we often see 'country second' taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;center stage&lt;/span&gt;. Individuals ought, therefore, to take steps to makes themselves better not just for themselves (selfishness) but also for other members of our society. Look into yourself. Meditate. Ask yourself questions - hard questions. Pull yourself out of the woods. Create. Present. Represent. Understand  your environment. Understand also your atmosphere. Make contacts. Ask questions. Find out how far you can learn from the nearest community college. Make inquiries. I am sure that there will be something for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you need more education, enroll at the nearest University of Phoenix &lt;a href="http://www.phoenix.edu/"&gt;www.phoenix.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become preacher of the gospel of Jesus Christ, contact &lt;a href="http://www.firstpentecostalcww.org/"&gt;www.firstpentecostalcww.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn how to volunteer and to volunteer, contact &lt;a href="http://www.globalpeacemissions.org/"&gt;www.globalpeacemissions.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become an artist (compose, perform, sell) contact &lt;a href="http://www.eclipseventures.com/"&gt;www.eclipseventures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that you can get the same help from &lt;a href="http://www.arthurfreds.com/"&gt;www.arthurfreds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be effectively trained and educated but you do not have money, and you are sure that you cannot get financial aid or scholarships, contact &lt;a href="http://www.emmanueluniversityedu.us/"&gt;www.emmanueluniversityedu.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already a student, and are having difficulty with your academic performance, contact &lt;a href="http://www.doctorfedrik.com/"&gt;www.doctorfedrik.com&lt;/a&gt;, especially if you are an advanced student, involved in research, thesis writing, doctoral comprehensive examination, quantitative research, qualitative research, mixed-methodology research, etc. If you have problem articulating your concepts, they can help you breathe life into your academic work. Lay-off may be looming, but your connection with self-discovery and your ability to tap into the resources provided will help you overcome fear of lay-off. You may even make your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;employer's&lt;/span&gt; day by quitting your job when others are looking for the job. Quitting a job is not advised in this day and age, but some people are doing it because they have already taken the steps that are enunciated in the resources. Begin the journey now without excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-8387368714536803849?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/8387368714536803849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lay-off-at-all-time-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8387368714536803849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8387368714536803849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lay-off-at-all-time-high.html' title='Lay-off at an All-time High'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-3876005064502391838</id><published>2009-04-15T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:27:21.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Freds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Cliff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning training'/><title type='text'>"Goodbye Yesterday, Welcome Today..." by Jimmy Cliff</title><content type='html'>Jimmy Cliff sang one of his usual hits back in the 1970s titled "Goodbye Yesterday, Welcome Today" in response to an inward prompting that he alone probably had. If it did not make sense to some people at that time, it probably began to make sense to them later. I am sure that it has not yet started making sense to some people today, even though the song is old enough to go into extinction. By the way, Jimmy Cliff's songs cannot go into extinction. I have not heard any of them in years, but I still remember their tunes, their lyrics and the moves that went with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about Jimmy Cliff's song today and now?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is revolving around the economy nowadays. It appears, incidentally, that some individuals are still clinging to the glories of yesterday. The train has left the station! The reminder song for that should be "It's a New Day!". I hear this song mostly on television. Only God knows what the artist had in mind while writing that song. I believe what the artist said. It cannot be any easier - IT IS A NEW DAY (If I have to shout it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt; are required.&lt;br /&gt;New training is required.&lt;br /&gt;New education is needed.&lt;br /&gt;New opportunities are in the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;New networks are needed.&lt;br /&gt;Greater attention need to be paid to  events around.&lt;br /&gt;Personal participation in activities cannot be overemphasized.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity should increase in individuals in order to explore and learn more.&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that will grow one inch if he or she stays on one type of meal all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Get your answers from &lt;a href="http://www.arthurfreds.com/"&gt;http://www.arthurfreds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers available are on voluntary basis.&lt;br /&gt;It is also on a voluntary basis that you may get them.&lt;br /&gt;The inventors that we have been learning about did not invent by folding their arms.&lt;br /&gt;They were first curious.&lt;br /&gt;They sought answers.&lt;br /&gt;They found answers.&lt;br /&gt;They shared the answers.&lt;br /&gt;The world began to benefit from those answers.&lt;br /&gt;What will you say when your children and grandchildren ask you in future what you did?&lt;br /&gt;The ball is in your court to visit that site, become curious, click around, read all that you can read, note your questions, ask those questions either by e-mail or by phone, move yourself from point 'a' to point 'b', and let the people around you enjoy the results.&lt;br /&gt;It is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye yesterday, welcome today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-3876005064502391838?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/3876005064502391838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-yesterday-welcome-today-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3876005064502391838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/3876005064502391838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-yesterday-welcome-today-by.html' title='&quot;Goodbye Yesterday, Welcome Today...&quot; by Jimmy Cliff'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387974360026389733.post-8919152054220025734</id><published>2009-04-14T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:17:45.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Obey The President Now!</title><content type='html'>President Barrack Obama said that the economy would get worse before getting better. I choose to quote the president because he agreed with that statement. If he did not agree with it, he would not echo them in his comments. I heard him say it on a network television interview. I, therefore, have the right to quote it. Besides that, I see signs around me showing that the comment is true. Companies are still laying off. We do not know exactly when that trend will end (that it, the preceding 'tr' removed so that the ending 'end' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; characterize the lay-offs. Since the president also said that people should consider adding one year of learning, one semester of training, schooling, etc, I am joining him to advocate this. That comments should not be portrayed as pertaining to only those with very low levels of education. Those who appear to be at the pivot of learning should also understand that they need some refresher training. Even if you had a doctorate degree, you could conduct just one more research. I intend to take a semester off to learn something that I perceive as potentially beneficial to my career aspirations. What about you? Visit &lt;a href="http://www.doctorfedrik.com/"&gt;www.doctorfedrik.com&lt;/a&gt;. Make the necessary contact in order to be shown those aspects of growth and development that the president wants people to consider. By so doing, we can all pull the economy out of the slums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387974360026389733-8919152054220025734?l=frederickn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/feeds/8919152054220025734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/obey-president-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8919152054220025734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387974360026389733/posts/default/8919152054220025734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frederickn.blogspot.com/2009/04/obey-president-now.html' title='Obey The President Now!'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15404825249136855550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KxhNJ0j8-Go/SgGR0gUoFJI/AAAAAAAAADY/jehA8ro6EjU/S220/Album1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
