Fela Quotes

Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur Long-lost in ledger all hope forgotten. Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty. “That sort of thing,” Simmon said absently, his eyes still scanning the pages in front of him. I saw Fela turn her head to look at Simmon, almost as if she were surprised to see him sitting there. No, it was almost as if up until that point, he’d just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually saw him. Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn’t notice it herself. It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.

Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur Long-long in ledger all hope forgotten Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.

-Aquí todos son inteligentes -repuso Fela-. Y Sim es simpático, pero... -Ese es el problema -la atajé-. Que es simpático. Es amable y la gente interpreta la amabilidad como debilidad. Y es feliz, lo que la gente interpreta como estupidez.

As we drove back to Enugu, I laughed loudly,above Fela's stringent singing. I laughed because Nsukka's untarred roads coat cars with dust in the harmattan and with sticky mud in the rainy season. Because the tarred roads spring potholes like surprise presents and the air smells of hills and history and the sunlight scatters the sand and turns it into gold dust. Because Nsukka could free something deep inside your belly that would rise up to your throat and come out as freedom song. As laughter.(299)

When you don't know where you are going in life (No Clear Destination), you don't need direction... you need Divine Revelation

Our nation is ripe with a multitude of successful people, who have achieved much for themselves with little impact on anyone else

A nation is not defined by its borders or the boundaries of its land mass Rather, a nation is defined by adverse people who have been unified by a cause and a value system and who are committed to a vision for the type of society they wish to live in and give to the future generations to come.

There's a place for talking and criticism. But there's also a place to let our ACTIONS do the talking!

We must be the ones to re-define the world class standards of excellence

Strong nations are built on SOLID HOMES not big houses

Many men have children, but not many children have 'Fathers'. Age releases to you reproductive skills. Fatherhood requires LEADERSHIP skills

If the path you are walking today won't lead you to your desired destination, then you are STROLLING

What we need now is a nation of great people who live to positively impact others and build enduring legacies

The Mind is the sole coefficient of Time and Space. - Wole Soyinka

Me fijé en que Fela giraba la cabeza y miraba a Simmon como si le sorprendiera verlo allí sentado. O mejor dicho: fue como si hasta ese momento Simmon únicamente hubiera ocupado espacio alrededor de Fela, como un mueble. Pero esa vez, cuando ella lo miró, lo captó por entero. El cabello rubio rojizo, la línea de su mandíbula, la amplitud de los hombros bajo la camisa. Esa vez, cuándo lo miró, lo vio de verdad. Dejadme decir una cosa. Todas las horas que pasamos buscando en el Archivo, todo el fastidio y el cansancio valieron la pena solo para presenciar aquel momento. Valió la pena sangre y temer a la muerte por verla enamorarse de Sim. Solo un poco. Solo el primer hálito débil del amor, tan leve que seguramente ni siquiera ella lo percibió. No fue espectacular, como un rayo seguido del estruendo de un trueno. Fue más bien como cuando golpeas pedernal contra acero y salta una chispa que se desvanece tan deprisa que casi no la ves. Pero sabes que está allí, donde no puedes verla, prendiendo.

Direction is only necessary when your destination is certain but the path to get there isn't clear to you

We must see the new Nigeria The Nigeria We Want we must accept personal responsibility to build it

Real Fathers make a positive impact on their generation, and so give the next generation the advantage of a better nation to live in

In the innovation age customer experience is key. Your impression defines their expression

Be a solution provider and not a part of the problem to be solved

Despite the turbulence our nation has experienced, we WILL arrive safely and without incident!

Many people read History books but it takes just a few people to LEAD the cause that will shape the course of HISTORY.

If your Idea cannot CHANGE the INDUSTRY, you have added no VALUE

A year from today, it will be Good if your life is positively different, but GREAT if your life has made a positive difference on others

Real Fathers are Solution Providers and not a part of the problem to be solved.

Without Purpose, LIVING is downgraded to Breathing a boring routine of inhaling oxygen - waiting to exhale

Houses are built brick-by-brick. HOMEs are built word-by-word. Houses don't build themselves. So YOU must build your home

Real Fathers are men of integrity & honour. Their word is their bond.

TODAY is the PAST of your FUTURE. So, make TODAY count for the sake of your HISTORY. Use your words, time & choices wisely

Life is a JOURNEY, not a Stroll

Nigerians must have the dream, believe the dream, live the dream and work to build the dream

We need to adopt a set of common values and be ready to live out those values

It is nice to be important but it is more important to be nice

Real Fathers are Role Models worthy of emulation. They choose to live exemplary lifestyles of leadership and excellence

Great nations are built by great people, not just successful people

As a nation, we will only become the shining light to the world with the emergence of more and more role models worthy of emulation by all

You must always be prepared. Opportunities do not schedule appointments

Carole loves dancing like a warrior queen to frenzied beats of the war-painted shamanistic godfather, Fela Kuti

I never cared for poetry," I said. "Your loss," Sim said absently as he turned a few pages. "Eld Vintic poetry's thunderous. It pounds at you." "What's the meter like?"I asked, curious despite myself. "I don't know anything about meter," Simmon said distractedly he ran his finger down the page in front of him. "It's like this: "Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur Long-lost in ledger all hope forgotten Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty. "That sort of thing," Simmon said absently, his eyes still scanning the pages in front of him. I saw Fela turn her head to look at Simmon, almost as if she were surprised to see him sitting there. No, it was almost s if up until that point, he'd just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually *saw* him. Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful , irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself. It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.

Science is making the world get more and more expensive. When science brings out a new gadget it costs more than the others. People have to earn more to buy it. So science is making the world more difficult, more complex. It makes people run more. What we need is to rest more, talk more, walk more, fuck more and enjoy things in life more. There’s a limit to what Europeans call technological and industrial development. When that

Great Leaders do NOT break the law, not because of the fear of being caught but because of the fear of God & love for the land

Everyone including YOU suffers when you refuse to BE all & DO all you can

Withheld potential is a "CRIME TO HUMANITY

No nation has ever been able to transform by chance. Its always a deliberate and conscious process

Success may be measured by things (prosperity, property, positions, possessions) but GREATNESS (Leadership) can only be measured by PEOPLE.

For every stage and season of your life, PURPOSE will always create a Vacuum that you are wired & equipped to fill. Find Your Vacuum and Fill it.

Good People' need to have manifestations (track record of impact) not just manifestos (intention)

The challenge has always been that "good people" don't know how to win elections

Nigeria 2025 is not a national cake we hope to all share, its a cake we must be ready to bake

Africa and indeed Nigeria has always been a paradox, an inexplicable contraction of a blessed land with a poor masses

Our nation Nigeria CAN & MUST become a great place to live, otherwise we will have to answer to more than just the next generation

To achieve this incredible feat of building Nigeria, we must all truly desire to see it happen

Seek and achieve "GREATNESS" instead of mere success

Two practicing Christians can never divorce

Always push yourself to give beyond your best. Because sometimes, your best might not be good enough.

Never marry a person that feels superior to you

There is always enough time to get things right the first time

A 10KVA generator, no matter how well-intentioned, cannot power a 10-storey building. So grow your capacity.

You don’t earn a first-class in your final year, you start the process of earning it from your first year.

In life, we always rise or fall to the standards we set for ourselves - Set high standards

Treat every opportunity as though it were the last you would ever get

You can be Kind and not be a Christian, but you can never be a Christian and not be Kind.

Life is in seasons. Whatever season you find yourself, learn to adapt.

There is a price to pay for success, there is also a price to pay for failure. The question is, what price are you willing to pay?

To Achieve Success, you must be comfortable doing the things you like and also be willing to do the things you don’t like.

Dream big Dreams, but be prepared to pay the price

You have only one life to live - Make It Count!

There was a pointed silence from Ambrose, so I lowered my shirt and turned to face Fela, ignoring him entirely. “My lady scriv,” I said to her with a bow. A very slight bow, as my back wouldn’t permit a deep one. “Would you be so good as to help me locate a book concerning women? I have been instructed by my betters to inform myself on this most subtle subject.” Fela gave a faint smile and relaxed a bit.

Eighty years back the Medica discovered how to remove cataracts from eyes,” Fela said. “I already know that,” Elodin said, waving his hand dismissively. “Let me finish,” Fela said. “When they figured out how to do this, it meant they could restore sight to people who had never been able to see before. These people hadn’t gone blind, they had been born blind.” Elodin cocked his head curiously. Fela continued. “After they could see, they were shown objects. A ball, a cube, and a pyramid all sitting on a table.” Fela made the shapes with her hands as she spoke. “Then the physickers asked them which one of the three objects was round.” Fela paused for effect, looking at all of us. “They couldn’t tell just by looking at them. They needed to touch them first. Only after they touched the ball did they realize it was the round one.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep. And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.

What is it?” Fiske looked at me. One tear rolled down my cheek and I let it. “It’s a strange feeling,” I whispered. “What is?” “Being so alone. I’ve never felt like this.” I looked around the dark home. “Even in Fela, I still had the Aska.” I sniffed. “I was going through each day to get back to them. But they’re just…gone. I feel like…” I caught the sob in my chest and swallowed it, suddenly embarrassed. He leaned in closer to me. “Like what?” My eyes ran over his face. The scruff on his jaw. The dark lashes around his blue eyes. “Like I’m a flame about to burn out.” My voice was so thin it sounded like I could reach out and break it with my fingers. “Like I’m going to disappear.” The room quieted, the space between us sucking everything into it. His eyes dropped down to my mouth and the burning in my chest ran into the rest of my body. It found every dark, hidden place and lit it on fire.

Ac þu ðe fortruwudest for þinre rihtwisnesse and for þinum godan willan; wendest þæt þe nanwuht unrihtlices on becuman ne meahte, swelce þu wolde þa lean eal þinra godena weorca on þisse weoruld habban. Hu meahtest þu sittan on middum gemænum rice þæt ðu ne sceolde þæt ilce ge þolian þæt oðre men? Hu meahtes þu bion on midre þisse hwearfunga þæt ðu eac mid ne hwearfode? Hwæt singað þa leoðwyrhtan oðres be ðisse woruld buton mislica hwearfunga þisse worulde? Hwæt is þe ðonne þæt þu þærmid ne hwearfie? Hwæt recstu hu ge hwearfigen nu ic siemle mid þe beo? Đe wæs þios hwearfung betere forðæm þæt ðe þissa woruldsælða to wel ne lyste, and þæt ðu þe eac betre na gelefde. Đeah þæm feohgitsere cume swa fela welena swa þara sondcorna bið be þisum sæclifum, oþþe þara steorrena ðe þiostrum nihtum scinað, ne forlæt he þeah no ða seofunga þæt he ne seofige his ermða. Þeah nu God gefylle þara weligra monna willan ge mid golde ge mid seolfre ge mid eallum deorwyrðnessum, swa ðeah ne bið se ðurst gefylled hiora gitsunga. Ac sio grundlease swelgend hæfð swiðe mænegu westu holu on to gadrianne. Hwa mæg þæm wedendan gietsere genoh forgifan? Swa him mon mare selð, swa hine ma lyst.

- Tu as traversé les flammes et j'ai su que tout se passerait bien. Elle a fait un petit pas vers moi et m'a posé la main sur le bras. J'ai senti la chaleur de ses doigts à travers ma chemise. - J'allais mourir et... (Elle s'est tue, embarrassée.) Je ne fais que me répéter. J'ai secoué la tête. - C'est faux. Je t'ai vue. Tu cherchais à t'échapper. - Non, j'étais figée, comme une de ces filles idiotes des histoires que me lisait ma mère. Je les ai toujours détestées, ces filles. Je me demandais toujours: Mais pourquoi elle ne pousse pas la sorcière à la fenêtre? Pourquoi ne glisse-t-elle pas du poison dans la nourriture de l'ogre? Fela regardait ses pieds, à présent. Les cheveux tombaient en pluie sur son visage. Sa voix s'est faite moins forte, jusqu'à ne plus être qu'un murmure. - Pourquoi reste-t-elle assise là comme une idiote, en attendant qu'on vienne la sauver? Pourquoi ne se sauve-t-elle pas par ses propres moyens? J'ai posé la main sur la sienne en espérant la réconforter. J'ai alors remarqué que sa main n'était pas la petit chose délicate et fragile à laquelle je m'étais attendu. Elle était ferme et calleuse. C'était celle d'un sculpteur qui a connu des heures de dur labeur à manier le ciseau et le marteau. - On ne dirait pas la main d'une oie blanche, ai-je remarqué. Elle m'a regardé, les yeux brillants de larmes, et a eu un petit rire qui s'est étranglé en sanglot. - Comment? J'ai rougi en me rendant compte de ce que j'avais dit, mais je suis passé outre. - Ce n'est pas la main d'une princesse sujette aux pâmoisons qui se contente de rester assise en triturant son morceau de dentelle en attendant qu'un prince vienne à sa rescousse. C'est la main d'une femme qui, pour s'évader, grimperait à une corde qu'elle aurait tressée avec ses propres cheveux. Une femme qui étranglerait l'ogre dans son sommeil, ai-je dit en la regardant droit dans les yeux. C'est aussi la main d'une femme qui aurait pu échapper aux flammes par ses propres moyens, si je n'avais pas été là. Les vêtements roussis, peut-être, mais saine et sauve.

Not everything in your past qualifies to be called HISTORY; only the things in the past that shaped your FUTURE

LIGHT has no value without darkness, just as a SOLUTION has no value without a problem

Your Potential is all that you can HAVE but have not yet possessed. No limits. No boundaries

In all, Nigeria belongs to us all and we have a personal responsibility to see that it succeeds

There is nothing worse than climbing a ladder to the top, only to discover that it is leaning on the wrong wall. That is DEFECTIVE SUCCESS.

An enlightened and empowered generation is the key to our development in Nigeria and indeed in Africa

Africa must remain on the path of democracy. But democracy MUST also remain about the PEOPLE, not about power

Your Potential is an OBLIGATION.Its what you MUST be,do and have because you CAN. You Can, you Must, You will

We must train our 'future candidates' on not only how to win elections but how to govern well.

Individual effort is good but collective effort is better. We need a NETWORK of nation builders

What you owe your critics are your RESULTS not explanations not defence just RESULTS.Evidence terminates Arguments.

Every barren land is a VISION waiting for a VISIONARY

When your EFFORT results in the DESIRED EFFECT, then you have WORKED

There are many countries but few nations. We are committed to building Nigeria into a most desirable nation to live

Leadership is a SERVING relationship with OTHERS that inspires THEIR growth and makes the world a better place

Paradox...Rich in natural resources but poor in the quality of our human resource

I want peace and happiness, not only for myself but also for everybody.

there is the third path. The path of Kvothe.” He strode to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, facing Fela. “You sense something between you. Something wonderful and delicate.” He gave a romantic, lovelorn sigh. “And, because you desire certainty in all things, you decide to force the issue. You take the shortest route. Simplest is best, you think.” Elodin extended his own hands and made wild grasping motions in Fela’s direction. “So you reach out and you grab this young woman’s breasts.” There was a burst of startled laughter from everyone except Fela and myself. I scowled. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and her flush spread down her neck until it was hidden by her shirt. Elodin turned his back to her and looked me in the eye. “Re’lar Kvothe,” he said seriously. “I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you.” He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. “Quit grabbing at my tits.

When they arrived at Anatov’s, he was playing one of Fela Kuti’s half hour-long songs. Sunny loved Fela. This was one of the few things she and her father had in common.

—Aquí todos son inteligentes —repuso Fela—. Y Sim es simpático, pero... —Ese es el problema —la atajé—. Que es simpático. Es amable, y la gente interpreta la amabilidad como debilidad. Y es feliz, lo que la gente interpreta como estupidez.

The secret of life is to have no fear.” —Fela

Eighty years back the Medica discovered how to remove cataracts from eyes,” Fela said. “I already know that,” Elodin said, waving his hand dismissively. “Let me finish,” Fela said. “When they figured out how to do this, it meant they could restore sight to people who had never been able to see before. These people hadn’t gone blind, they had been born blind.” Elodin cocked his head curiously. Fela continued. “After they could see, they were shown objects. A ball, a cube, and a pyramid all sitting on a table.” Fela made the shapes with her hands as she spoke. “Then the physickers asked them which one of the three objects was round.” Fela paused for effect, looking at all of us. “They couldn’t tell just by looking at them. They needed to touch them first. Only after they touched the ball did they realize it was the round one.

—. Los secretos son la piedra angular de la civilización, y sé que tú tienes más que la mayoría de la gente. —Yo no creo que tenga secretos —lo contradije. Sim y Fela rompieron a reír a la vez. —Me temo que acabas de demostrar que Sim tiene razón —dijo Fela—. A mí me consta que tienes unos cuantos. —Y a mí también —dijo Sim.

Fela was beautiful. The sort of woman you would expect to see in a painting. Not the elaborate, artificial beauty you often see among the nobility, Fela was natural and unselfconscious, with wide eyes and a full mouth that was constantly smiling.

How can I love something I don’t understand?” They looked at me in silence for a moment. Then Sim burst out in his boyish laugh as if I’d just said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. He took hold of Fela’s hand and kissed it squarely on her multifaceted ring of stone. “You win,” he said to her. “Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too. I’ll never doubt your wisdom again.

The DJ put on a brilliant, brassy Fela Kuti song, as if to emphasize that Ietsy wasn’t the only one keeping an eye on things.

Dream big Dreams, but be prepared to pay the price.