I was intrigued to see the football fans singing La Marsellais , while exiting from the Stadia Nationale in Paris after the ISIS inspired suicide bombers detonated their hardware, killing three bystanders on Friday the 13th of November 2015.
An estimated 127 others were murdered in other parts of the city. A few days later, the French National soccer team aka Les bleu, after an initial understandable reluctance, were to play the British team the three Lions. It was agreed by the organizers of the match that both sets of fans, English and French, would sing la Marseillaise together in unison before the match.
The two teams interlaced arms over shoulders as the song was belted out from the terraces. I can imagine that many English fans were not comfortable with the French language. Statistics shows that more French people speak English than vice versa, and it was going to be a big ask for the English fans, more used to singing about the defeat of the French Napoleon by the English Wellington in the battle of Waterloo at matches pitching these two countries.
The Standard newspaper ran pages of translation of the song in English, as well as sponsoring You tube teaching clips on line. I took the opportunity to educate myself. The song came about during the French revolution after the storming of the Bastille in 1792.
The Bastille was the main prison yard in Paris where the poor oppressed were incarcerated by the rich connected, much like our own Kirikiri. The prisoners were set free and King Louis the XVI was incarcerated together with his trophy wife, Mary Antoinette.
Soon some foreign armies massed at the borders hoping to set the Kind free, but some volunteers from the coastal city of Marseilles, called La Fedéres, marched for 26 days whilst singing this song now known as La Marseillais. Because obviously, this was the song of the men from Marseilles, who ultimately saved the revolution. A song now adopted as the French National anthem! (Much to the consternation of some who would prefer softer, less gore-ish lyrics).
Paris is again under threat. Maiduguri is under threat. Madagali, Kano, Jimeta are all under threat. Abuja is under threat. So are Lagos, New York and London. Bamako was attacked recently. Every Church on Sunday is on edge with barricades everywhere. The world is under threat, the threat of an undeclared third world war, as was so perceptively put by Pope Francis II; the threat of extremist Jihadism, a euphemism for bloodthirsty mindless murder in the name of religion.
No words could have been more appropriate than the words of this song. Look at the English translation and the French original, for the sake of Francophiles who would otherwise be upset!:
Allons enfants de la Patrie – Arise children of the fatherland Le jour de gloire est arrivé – The day of glory has arrived Contre nous de la tyrannie – Against us tyranny’s L’étendard sanglant est levé – Bloody standard is raised Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes – Listen to the sound in the fields Mugir ces féroces soldats? – The howling of these fearsome soldiers Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras – They are coming into our midst Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes! – To cut the throats of your sons and consorts Aux armes citoyens – To arms citizens Formez vos bataillons – Form your battalions Marchons, marchons – March, march Qu’un sang impur – Let impure blood Abreuve nos sillons – Water our furrows
Just substitute the words tyranny and soldiers for Boko Haram or ISIS or Al- Qaeda or Daesh or Al Shabab, any of them would do. And you will see that this is a song that should be taught to all school children and citizens of the world. These blood-thirsty hordes are already in our midst, cutting the throats of our sons and wives. They produce videos competing for the prize of the most debauched.
They are already in our midst and the only language they understand is superior force. Not reason, not amnesty, not negotiation. For we battle not with normal human beings, but with beings under the thralls of a demonic possession.
Professor Femi Dokun-Babalola Abuja
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