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| Dem Mama,digging it |
The Maltina Danceall Season 7 has finally come and gone and I am glad I was
a part of it. I caught my share of the family fun on Thursday, July 25, 2013.
The day started off gloomy and cloudy. It was not a day that motivated any form of excitement. It looked like it was going to rain cats and dogs but two of my children were not concerned with my observations anyway. They were adamant in participating in this year’s Maltina danceall competition.
After all, they had been rehearsing for sometime before then and I had always promised to take them every year in the last five years only to disappoint them a day before the d-day because I had 'more important' things to attend to. I had to keep my promise this time or be reminded later of being unfaithful to my promises and not being taken seriously next time. So off to the National Arts Theatre, Iganmu we went.
Mummies, daddies and children were given concession and we registered for the audition with ease and made our way into the main venue.
Finding my way to and around the audition venue wasn't a problem for me because my performing career started right from here.
I had my first performance on the stage here when I was seven years old, then a pupil of Central Bank of Nigeria Primary School, Satellite Town and opened the stage for the then child singer, Tosin Jegede with our cultural dance steps.
Later performances came under the platform of the Crown Troupe of Africa, Larry's Play house and Squad one Entertainment as a drummer.
It was almost time for my boys to get on stage to show off their skills. I looked towards where they sat and discovered that my younger son was no longer wearing his tag.
I walked up to him and enquired about his tag and he showed it to me, hidden under his jacket. He had developed jelly feet and didn't think he stood a chance of being selected particularly after he had watched the 'Michael Jackson' boys dance and were being selected for the next round of dance.
I told him he should give it a try and particularly because he made me forgo my plans for that day to be there. After much persuasion, he put on his tag and went forward for selection to the stage.
Both of them didn't make it to the finals but they will never forget the experience they had. Besides, I had kept my promise.
It was now time for the mummies and daddies to dance. No harm in dancing. Gloomy day or not, I will have fun. So, I got on stage and made it to the finals. Songs from back in the 80s, 90s and the latest were played from Fuji, juju, Ibo, Hausa, Badagry to disco and Naija pop were played. Trust me to bring out my hidden talent. My iro and buba did not disturb me o.
After the second round of dance, a man, one of the contestants who had earlier on been evicted from our group came to ask me if he could give me some money so he could get back on stage in my stead and continue with the competition. I thought I didn't hear him properly because it sounded ridiculous to me that someone would actually offer me a bribe to participate in a competition for which the primary purpose I believe is to have fun.
From his appearance, a home theatre, blackberry or plasma TV shouldn't be a problem for him to buy. I guess it is true that one should not judge a book by its cover. I did not bother to ask him how much he was willing to offer because I was disgusted from the onset by his offer. Does he think the judges and the audience are blind and wouldn't know that the tag with the number 107 belonged to the orobo lady in navy blue iro and buba? He has asked the wrong person....Emi Auditor General fun ra e .Oloshios fellow!O fe koba mi!Abeg commot for here, ragamuffin ara e. Shio!
After the 3rd round, the judges through the MC wanted to know if I brought a change of clothes because they thought I had more to offer. E don reach that level? No, was my answer. I can dance in anything I wear.
For the 30 and above category, I emerged overall winner while Mr. Rasheed Balogun, 31 and Ibrahim Rasak, 42, came second and third respectively.
Hmnnn......It wasn’t a gloomy day after all.
The day started off gloomy and cloudy. It was not a day that motivated any form of excitement. It looked like it was going to rain cats and dogs but two of my children were not concerned with my observations anyway. They were adamant in participating in this year’s Maltina danceall competition.
After all, they had been rehearsing for sometime before then and I had always promised to take them every year in the last five years only to disappoint them a day before the d-day because I had 'more important' things to attend to. I had to keep my promise this time or be reminded later of being unfaithful to my promises and not being taken seriously next time. So off to the National Arts Theatre, Iganmu we went.
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| Venue:The National Arts Theatre |
On arrival, the crowd was overwhelming, but my boys were determined, dressed
up to kill the beat having with them, a mummyish me, dressed up in iro
and buba. As I watched over them
like a hen over its chicks, we made our way through the crowd of active
youths at the audition venue as each one tried to show off his dance moves.
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| Chai! Plenty people |
Mummies, daddies and children were given concession and we registered for the audition with ease and made our way into the main venue.
Finding my way to and around the audition venue wasn't a problem for me because my performing career started right from here.
I had my first performance on the stage here when I was seven years old, then a pupil of Central Bank of Nigeria Primary School, Satellite Town and opened the stage for the then child singer, Tosin Jegede with our cultural dance steps.
Later performances came under the platform of the Crown Troupe of Africa, Larry's Play house and Squad one Entertainment as a drummer.
It was almost time for my boys to get on stage to show off their skills. I looked towards where they sat and discovered that my younger son was no longer wearing his tag.
I walked up to him and enquired about his tag and he showed it to me, hidden under his jacket. He had developed jelly feet and didn't think he stood a chance of being selected particularly after he had watched the 'Michael Jackson' boys dance and were being selected for the next round of dance.
I told him he should give it a try and particularly because he made me forgo my plans for that day to be there. After much persuasion, he put on his tag and went forward for selection to the stage.
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| My second and firstborn |
Both of them didn't make it to the finals but they will never forget the experience they had. Besides, I had kept my promise.
It was now time for the mummies and daddies to dance. No harm in dancing. Gloomy day or not, I will have fun. So, I got on stage and made it to the finals. Songs from back in the 80s, 90s and the latest were played from Fuji, juju, Ibo, Hausa, Badagry to disco and Naija pop were played. Trust me to bring out my hidden talent. My iro and buba did not disturb me o.
After the second round of dance, a man, one of the contestants who had earlier on been evicted from our group came to ask me if he could give me some money so he could get back on stage in my stead and continue with the competition. I thought I didn't hear him properly because it sounded ridiculous to me that someone would actually offer me a bribe to participate in a competition for which the primary purpose I believe is to have fun.
From his appearance, a home theatre, blackberry or plasma TV shouldn't be a problem for him to buy. I guess it is true that one should not judge a book by its cover. I did not bother to ask him how much he was willing to offer because I was disgusted from the onset by his offer. Does he think the judges and the audience are blind and wouldn't know that the tag with the number 107 belonged to the orobo lady in navy blue iro and buba? He has asked the wrong person....Emi Auditor General fun ra e .Oloshios fellow!O fe koba mi!Abeg commot for here, ragamuffin ara e. Shio!
After the 3rd round, the judges through the MC wanted to know if I brought a change of clothes because they thought I had more to offer. E don reach that level? No, was my answer. I can dance in anything I wear.
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My boys posing with the winners. Sunday Dolapo, a 10 year old student of Kingsplace Secondary School, emerged overall winner. While Bankole Olamide, 11 and Ibukunoluwa Agbedo, 10, took the second and third positions respectively. |
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| The little boy didn't come third but his dance could not be overlooked for his age so he was made 4th. |
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| Madam orobo doing her thing. Kai!Ko eazy! |
For the 30 and above category, I emerged overall winner while Mr. Rasheed Balogun, 31 and Ibrahim Rasak, 42, came second and third respectively.
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| My prize - a LGhome theatre system |
6 comments:
My dearest sister,I laughed with tears in my eyes while reading this column. It's really entertaining. Pls write More lively columns like this.
Thank you my aburo. I am glad you like my story. Thanks for reading.
You are just you Mama Demilade. I have no regret sticking to you all the way. I remain your number one fan and admirer.
Thank you, dear Bolaji.
I always look forward to reading your write-ups and posts on FB, you are a bunch of talents Ma.
Thank you so much for reading.
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