At 14, I discovered reggae music. I was so crazy about reggae that I believed that I would be the authentic replacement for Bob Marley. I started writing reggae music lyrics. I was furious. I was on fire. I was proficient. I chanted down Babylon. I dreamed of singing on Mount Zion.
At 14, I discovered reggae music. I was so crazy about reggae that I believed that I would be the authentic replacement for Bob Marley. I started writing reggae music lyrics. I was furious. I was on fire. I was proficient. I chanted down Babylon. I dreamed of singing on Mount Zion.
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At 16, I teamed up with a fellow student at the Federal University of Technology, Akure to form a pop group. We wanted to be like Chris Okotie, Felix Liberty and Jide Obi. Under the guidance of a professional musician, who was also a student, we started rehearsing our first song. Every evening, we would take over an empty classroom to practice. In the middle of it all, university students across Nigeria went on a demonstration over something President Babangida did. Our university was closed as a result of the demonstration. When our university reopened, our musician/mentor did not return. And that ended my romance with becoming a musician.
That song we were rehearsing has remained in me ever since.
I have not told this story before, even to people close to me. It is practically unbelievable, considering the life I ended up living. Apart from the song that is still playing in my head, I still have a picture I took during that era. It was taken while I was at home following the closure of our university. In the picture I was wearing my mother’s discarded wig. I had converted the wig into a poor man’s dreadlock. It is a picture for the ages- now kept in a tightly secured safe.
I cannot help but think of what could have been had I continued with my ‘music career.’ As I think of it, I know that I did not stop just because our mentor left the university. I really stopped because I was not crazy enough.
I really wanted to be a musician but I could not imagine myself walking up to my father, a proud BA (Honors) degree holder from UNN, and say that I was throwing away my career in engineering to become one of those ‘useless weed-smoking guitar boys.’
Incidentally, when the music career ended, I went through the same dilemma as I pursued writing while still studying engineering. But that is a story for another day.
This was before Jay Jay Okocha’s success made it okay for a boy to aspire to become a footballer. It was long before Chimamanda Adichie’s success made it okay for a girl to aspire to become a writer. They were crazy enough to pursue their dreams. And because they did, it is now okay for a child to grow up and want to be a footballer or a writer. Because they were crazy enough to pursue their dreams, old ideas were dropped for new ones.
Since the beginning of time, man had to think to survive. Man had to observe his environment to navigate it and stay alive. Early men asked questions about how, why, who, what, when, where of events. These questions have not stopped. Answers of today have led to more questions for tomorrow. As the world becomes clearer, old ideas are dropped on the side for new ones.
When I was in secondary school, in my first Chemistry class, we were taught the John Dalton’s atomic theory. In 1805, John Dalton moved forward the hypothesis that we are made of molecules. He proved that molecules are made up of atoms. Dalton’s theory stated that, “Atom is the smallest indivisible particle. It can neither be created nor destroyed.” The name atom came from the Greek word, atomos, meaning not able to cut.
But as far back as 1932, John Cockcroft and Ernest Walton, working at the Cavendish Laboratory in Cambridge had done what eluded scientists for a century before. They had split the atom into protons, neutrons and electrons.
What they achieved changed everything. It created the atomic age.
Scientists have since discovered that protons and neutrons are made of quarks. As of today, quarks are the end of it. They are as small as anything can get -as of today.
There are six kinds of quarks – up, down, charm, strange, top and bottom. As we in Africa pray for our generators to start, for our mosquito nets to withstand the anopheles mosquito, scientists at the Large Hadron Collider(LHC) are working to see if quarks are made of even smaller things. LHC is also poised to discover the nature of dark matter, supersymmetric particles and extra dimensions.
Niels Bohr was one of those who led the study of the atom. His principle of complementarity still remains a focal point in the study of contradictory properties of items. In 1921, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in physics “for his services in the investigation of the structure of atoms and the radiation emanating from them.” He was part of the Manhattan Project that led to the building of the first nuclear bomb.
After Wolfgang Pauli presented Heisenberg's and Pauli's nonlinear field theory of elementary particles at Columbia University in 1958, Niels Bohr said to him, “We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question that divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct.”
That is the crux of the matter. Where the world is going is crazy. But it is not crazy enough. Not yet.
For instance, we know that there are three dimensions. But could there be more? And why haven’t we seen it? How will it look when we see it? Where does anti-matter go? Is there an additional symmetry?
The expansion of the universe is speeding up. Albert Einstein’s 1917 proposal of a ‘cosmological constant’ once rejected has been reintroduced to explain the dark energy that is driving the expansion. Scientists are no longer questioning the Big Bang. They are observing lights from the Big Bang itself.
The greatest scientist alive, Stephen W. Hawking, added that, “We can guess at what this will reveal, but our experience has been that when we open up a new range of observations, we often find what we had not expected. That is when physics becomes really exciting, because we are learning something new about the universe.”
The scientific wall is like an onion- you peel one skin off and another one reappears.
But where does that leave us, Africans? Are we crazy enough to risk irritating our eyes by peeling the onions? Are we crazy enough to take the risks needed to create the kind of country we want? If we are crazy enough, if the hundreds of thousands in the Mountain of Fire & Miracle church slapping their heads decide to slap their feet on the streets until government responds to the needs of the people, change will happen. The Egyptians were crazy enough to stand in front of armored tanks and flying police bullets to demand the end of the era of Hosni Mubarak and his sons and cronies.
More importantly, are you crazy enough to be what you want to be? Are you crazy enough to discard the theories of yesterday and embrace the theories of today? Are you crazy enough to create what will become the theory of tomorrow?
This is a new year and a good time to start being crazy. Only those crazy enough succeed. Are you crazy enough?
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