Spoken Word Poetry: Jazzed Up Afrobeat

Spoken Word Poetry: Jazzed Up Afrobeat Without jazz, Life would be a mistake— A symphony of silence, an empty canvas, where melodies fade and dreams escape/ But then, oh! We jazz it up, Afrobeats lifts me high, Where the saxophone sings, and women swing, And the rhythm finds its way/ Dancing through my veins, Like a heartbeat, An echo of Fela in the night Afrobeat sax, Jazz night ignites the stars, Riveting, absorbing, Sounds dope in my Mercedes ML350, Rolling through the city/ Every note a pulse, Every beat jumpin’ in Afro Town, More power to you/ Fela didn’t just bring Nigeria to the world— No, he got the world to Africa, Opening doors, Creating bridges, and Uniting souls across borders. Well, done, Sisters and brothers, this is real Afrobeat! / A celebration, a revelation, Joy cascading like a waterfall, Happiness flowing, A soundtrack of life, An anthem for the bold. Omo ope, You always have money to give, Your name echoes in the rhythms/ Afrobeats— The modern genre, A fusion, a blend, African rhythms collide with global sounds, Hip-hop, dancehall, pop/ A vibrant tapestry of unity. Dominating today’s scene, It captures the high-energy vibe, The essence of African life, From hustle culture echoes, To nightlife’s embrace, We grind, we celebrate, In every track, every line, The spirit of resilience shines/ This is it! Feel the beat, let it lift you, without jazz, Life would be a mistake, But with Afrobeats, we find our rhythm, our joy, our place, In this beautiful blend, We are alive, We are whole, We are music whole -n whole