Abstract
In this fable, singer and activist A Pharaoh woke up Had a cup of oil And wore the suit.
While our majesty combs his moustache, I make music. I make up stories to have fun and not only that. There are some stories that I bet no one else but the Pharaohs could make up. I don’t like them [the author is trying to be polite], they don’t like me either [still tries hard], and it’s totally fair.
NO, it’s fucking NOT.
Nothing very impressive: I was born in the suburbs of my sandy town – Baku – where everybody has to know how to survive, has to focus on it every day. Not much joy since his majesty came to power in 1969 and made sure we all stayed in that year. For a long time it helped the Pharaohs a lot to keep the people silent, make them fall into a deep and long sleep and not to get hungry so often. In our language we have a saying about ‘waking up at noon because of hunger’; you skip breakfast to avoid hunger. I wonder if something like this exists in any other language?
But the Pharaohs kept showing African kids to us, and we kept kowtowing. Kids of our country are really much happier – on the Head Pharaoh’s national birthday, 10 May, kids can eat from his majesty’s birthday cake, blow OUT candles … but not make a wish.
Free will is a crime. The only way is to follow. And now we choose not to!
Today the world is much faster than ever, and today the Pharaohs are much older than ever. Their end is soon, and I strongly believe no one will cook even a small piece of halva for their funerals. It’s the law of nature that no Pharaoh can resist. I just wish they left before their death reaches them. From now on, they should be sleeping with fear under their pillows – we have something much more powerful than their old-school massive brainwashing propaganda machines [television for short].
Now we can reach everything, anyone on the internet. We follow the world, the new technologies, and keep believing and fighting for change. We are warriors of the light with laptops on our laps. We get up, stand up [sit down] and don’t give up the fight!
When my music took me to jail, I noticed the power of a couple of words that described an idea. Pharaohs don’t have any ideas except for drinking more oil and prolonging their life. We do! Our idea is freedom, and it’s so natural. Yes, they may be stronger than us now, but never stronger than nature.
I can smell fresh carnations. I feel as strong as Moses did. I give the Pharaohs one last chance now – I let their people go. I read the stars, and they tell me it’s the perfect time. Do it now. If not now, the stars promise a natural disaster.
Footnotes
In March 2012,