🚨🚨WORLD PREMIERE!! 🚨🚨
Tomiwa, some W. African funk for my people.
And now, let me tell you the story of my own personal theme song.
First, some background: I'm a huge fan of West African music. In my early 20s I was introduced to Fela Kuti & quickly became hooked (even more so after watching the documentary, "Music Is the Weapon"). My OG followers may recall my original Twitter avatar was Fela. As an obsessive collector, I amassed not only every Fela recording I could get my hands on, but also similarly funky music from Ghana, Mali, Senegal, Cameroon, etc. During this time I started imagining traveling around West Africa & experiencing the music live, on the ground, surrounded by the people who make it.
Fast forward to 2022; I’m living in Spain & have become friends with a Nigerian musician named Akinsola Onasanya. He’s the founder of a band called Ogun Afrobeat Orchestra. As a teenager, Akin found his way into Fela’s community of musicians at The Shrine, their temple of Afrobeat. Members of Fela’s band, the Egypt 80, helped Akin learn to hold down Afrobeat rhythms on the drums. Eventually he joined a band that made its way to Greece. Over two decades, Akin’s journey took him from Greece to Italy & then finally Madrid. Almost as soon as we became friends I start telling him we were going to travel to his native land.
In November 2022, we finally made it happen. That trip was like a journey to another world. In my mind I’d imagined seeing live music in various venues from one night to the next. What I experienced instead was the most extreme poverty of anywhere I’ve ever been. It’s hard to host concerts when the country lacks electricity (or running water). We made it to the Shrine (Nigerian police burned the original Shrine after Fela had become too popular in the 1970s), but rather than seeing Afrobeat being performed live, instead saw homeless people sleeping everywhere. The good news was that Akin knew some of the musicians living there, so we were at least treated well.
My full story from Nigeria will have to wait for another day, but the main point for our current purposes is that soon after arriving, Akin’s brother, Kayode, blessed me with a Nigerian name, Tomiwa. From that day on everyone called me Tomiwa.
We did finally see some music, incidentally. After a chaotic week around Lagos & the Ogun State, we arrived at an old British fort called Freedom Park, ostensibly to see a Nigerian juju band. However the music itself was basically impossible to hear, due to ancient speakers that broadcast hissing sounds rather than the musicians’ instruments. This night was also the first time I’d seen a fellow white person since landing in Nigeria. And even though it's not relevant to the story, I can't emphasize enough how brutally hot it was everywhere we went.
Our last night went better. Fela’s oldest son, Femi Kuti, performed on Victoria Beach. The scene was looking pretty good — there were enough upper-class Nigerians to actually fill out a well-dressed audience. Yet on the way back, due to Nigeria lacking working infrastructure, street lights, road signs, or reliable GPS, we ended up in one of the worst slums probably anywhere in the world, & had a very harrowing journey trying to make it out. Just when I was starting to have hope for Nigeria I was quickly reminded of what a failed country it is. But again I digress.
Soon after returning safely to Spain, my girlfriend & I attended a concert of Akin’s band. There, she evidently had the idea of Ogun recording a song called Tomiwa.
Fast forward to a week before Christmas, & Carolina is telling me we need to go out to pick up my gift. She has me do weird things like wear warm socks — I presumed we were going to a farm so I could adopt some hens (something I’d been eager to do). Instead we arrived at a music studio & immediately ran into Akin. Carolina explains they’re recording a song, for me. Flabbergasted, the first thing I can think to say is: “Under no circumstances am I singing.”
Turns out, Akin had already composed the whole arrangement. He wrote some backup vocals for me & Carolina. Despite my protestations, we ended up singing the part — goosed on by several hours of beers — which mercifully was limited to just one word.
Soon the song was mastered & Carolina — amazing person that she is — had it pressed to vinyl. Last year we finally got it on Spotify. These days Ogun performs it regularly around Europe. It’s a proper dance floor banger.
The last step before starting to share this story with the world was a music video that helped tell the whole story. My talented friend Josh Wright has just completed that video, which I’m extremely excited to share with you now.
As you can see, this has been a labor of love. And it’s taken a long time because the song is incredible & I wanted to ensure each step was completed to my usual standard of excellence.
Anyway, I’m eternally grateful to my amazing girlfriend
@cperezrioja for blessing me with this incredible gift (which keeps on giving every time I listen to it). Definitely not many people can say they have their own theme song!
I hope you all love it as much as we do.