Segun is a veteran policeman, who has over the years built a strong reputation for discipline and professionalism. I have never met a police man who loves his job so much and is always so positive about the police force. So when his call came, I did not hesitate to go see him.
Immediately I saw Segun, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into his car. He wanted me to hear one single. I wondered why the interest. Why was this burly policeman so keen on my listening to this song. As I had no choice, I listened to the song and got blown away.
I closed my eyes and actually felt the late Dagrin touch me. The power in the song was inexplicable. The lyrics rushed at me with a sense of compulsive energy, tearing my soul and forcefully occupying my weary being. The youth, the energy and the delivery was undeniable. Alll I kept seeing was an image of a young boy with sagging pants, six pack, handkerchief draped over his head, sweat dripping drown his strong young body with anger spewing out the words that I believe would change our world as we know it.
I opened my mouth with amazement, stared at Segun and saw the beginning of tears cascade down his weather beaten face. I asked in shock, who did this song and he said my Son. I fainted. Which son, the young boy who was in his final year at the Ogun State University, who was reading accounting and who diligently served me with a bottle of coca cola dfuring my last visit to theirSapon Abeokuta honestead. He has turned into an agent of social change.
I saw pride in Segun’s eyes as he explained to me, how his beautiful wife conniving with his Son had crafted and built albeit an underground musical career. They were only confident enough to approach him, after the Boy had graduated and when he listened to the songs, he too could not believe his ears.
The track, jekinje is a powerful evocation of social change. A young man’s powerful scream, a desire to lead social transformation, while still being his fathers son.
segun played the song over and over again messing up with my sanity. I could not blame him, this was compensation for all those years at the checkpoint, thepolicestation, several police outposts and his present location at the Panti,
I could not blame him, this was his hard labour coming home to roost. Tsingz will sing for us.