BY ‘SEGUN ODEJIMI
It took a last minute decision for me to attend last night’s Love Like A Movie 3. My regular tormentor-in-chief, Arsenal, had found yet another disgraceful way to bottle their chances of winning the English Premiership title for the first time in 13 years. I was livid and just wanted to stay home and sulk.
Then, there was the Oscars.
Who attends a late night concert, ingest some glasses of alcohol, dance your sorrows away and still stay up all night to watch and report the Oscars? Going out looked like a bad idea.
But then, who also rejects an invite to attend what has been widely termed as the most painstakingly organized concert in Nigeria. I also used to be a fan of Darey until he converted me into a disciple with “Pray for Me.” There was also the pull of Styl Plus, Jazzman Olofin, Weird MC and more. So, I told myself, “Fuck it!” and headed for Eko Hotel.
LLAM 3 was such an experience that watching the Oscars later felt like an anti climax, despite DiCaprio‘s win to brush off several decades of disappointment.
- The overall beauty of the event. This was my first LLAM and I wasn’t disappointed. The performances were well rehearsed. The show flowed almost seamlessly. And there was plenty to drink for all.
- Kaffy. This woman is simply outstanding. What she has achieved is a testament to how high we can soar if we stay true to our craft, no matter what the world thinks of it. She gives absolutely everything in her performances and the success of the concert owes a lot to this woman. One of my highlights of the night was her handing out Nigerian dance “lessons” to Ciara.
- Ciara’s nipples. I mean, isn’t it always a surprise when you end up getting more than you expected? The way those things stood at attention on her chest ehn!
- Darey’s live performance of “Pray for Me.” In case you don’t know, it has always been one of my life ambitions to watch Darey perform that song live. Now that I’ve witnessed it, I should set myself a new ambition… like watch Buhari dance shakiti bobo with a bottle of Alomo in his hand.
- Vector’s death wish for Pete Edochie. I don’t want to conclude that something is happening to our dear “bars-spitter”. The last time I saw him perform at a show, he was screaming so much that you’d be forgiven for thinking his drink was drugged. Yesterday, while paying tribute to fallen heroes in the entertainment business, Vector mistook Pete Eneh for Pete Edochie. And despite the crowd’s reaction to him each time he dropped the changer, he just kept giving the gossip sites something to feast on before Jim Iyke leaves all he’s doing to reply the next fan to say he has two eyes.
- A drunk Olamide. Am I the only person who thinks an artiste performing drunk is an insult to the audience? You could tell from 3000 miles away last night that Badoo was not on the same planet as every other person. I didn’t start out as an Olamide fan because his emergence coincided with the period I was still personally mourning the death of Dagrin. But over the years, the Pride of Bariga slowly won me over with his dope verses and punchlines. But with his recent Headies furore, plus last night’s horrible appearance, I’m beginning to think he needs to calm down or risk losing his current status.
- The light control board operator. The fella ruined what would have been a perfect LLAM outing in terms of lighting. He was slow to dim the lights after performances ended and the stage vacated. At a particular point during one of Darey’s performances towards the end of the show, the light person did not realize that Darey had moved to another part of the stage where there were no lights trained on him. Darey was left in darkness there for almost a minute.
- Ciara’s nipples. Yeah, I know I put this under the list of good things on the night. But on a second thought, considering the fact that the Christian lent is on and I am a born again Christian, Ciara putting her nipples on display that way was bad. Very bad. *stiffles giggles*