As we grow older, our own mortality stares us more and more in the face. But with Covid, this has become even more poignant. Justin Hines went with Covid and so did Cameroonian crooner, Manu Dibango and so many others. At that time, it was pointless doing an obit because we were all just sitting ducks, waiting to be harvested by the grim reaper.
Every day we survive brings us closer to the end of this terrestial chapter. I was lucky to meet Uncle Jimi Solanke on tv before I met him personally as a member of Prof Akanji Nasiru’s Innovation Theatre Group back then in Ilorin.
He was a lot of things to many. But for me, ever digging into the annals of history and folklore, he was a scion as well as a legend in that area.
Late to be inducted into the traditional music hall of fame, I did not know whether I loved his music or not, but his tv personality and his acting career plus his gentle mien and capacity to make you feel at home in his majestic presence would win your heart any day.
He was a lot of things to many. But for me, ever digging into the annals of history and folklore, he was a scion as well as a legend in that area. Of course, later, when the full meaning of his lyrics hit me, I was hooked. Only last year, he performed creditably at the EMUFEST, looking frail but royal. His voice lures you to explore with him, his ability to induce his audience to participate and enjoy what is fast becoming a dying art has won him converts even among the younger generation. Many of them remembered him hosting tv programs way back when those programs were not available when you want.
He called another Legend, Tunji Oyelana, Boda saying that five years of seniority is not to be taken lightly. As an actor, he was both imposing and impressive. In today’s world, 81 is a a ripe old age. As a recorded artist and a consummate thespian, his passage is just another opening into a library of his works and the impact he has made over the years performing for our pleasure and criticism.
I want to commiserate with all those who would feel his absence, especially to my mentor – Professor Akanji Nasiru. And to Uncle Jimi, may the songs never die and may the lyrics take you to where the music never fades. Good night Uncle Jimi.
