A MEMORY OF JAMS

 The memory of weekends is a memory of jams, rising late and a vinyl player that served us faithfully. Saturday mornings na-ebido with mmadụ itete to the voice of Bob Marley singing "no woman no cry". It is not the first song kpọrọnu but it is the one you'll hear if you wake at the right time. Mana ọ bụrụ na itete earlier than usual ịmara na ị ga anụ onu Onyeka Onwenu. However, idinara till my superhero akpote gị, ihe inwe ike ịnụ the HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER from William Onyeabo's "when the going is smooth and good". It was her "jee kpọtee ụmụaka a" alarm.

Everything that was played on Saturday bụ from my superhero's favourites. She loved herself some African jams and some reggae - Bob Marley to be precise. Ana asụ akwa, na-astarch akwa, na-eficha ụnọ, egwu a na-asụ.

Ọ na di bido with Yvonne Chaka Chaka's "Umqombothi", "let me be free", and "thank you Mr DJ for playing my song" then o tinye Onyeka Onwenu's Golden voices vol 3, I still hear "one love, keep us together" playing in my head. From there ọkpọzie Bob Marley, William Onyeabor and Angelique Kidjo. She always juggled between international na Nigerian albums - ọkpọtụ nke a, ọkpọtụ nke a.

By the time aga asachago anyị ahụ, asachaa akwa, fichacha ụnọ, gote ọkpa, mee akamu, egwu nine akpọchago. O tinyezie William Onyeabor again, lower the volume while we eat and watch the day go down with care.