So, we were talking about poetry when I told my daughter Tia this TRUE STORY:
It was in 1990/91 at the IIUM Matriculation Centre in Lembah Pantai (see photo). This was IIUM back in the day. Everything was pretty much segregated and still very, um, conservative.
So one night, our law faculty had a Malam Puisi at the main hall. The project head had earlier called for performers and quite a handful volunteered, including myself and classmate/roommate/bandmate Fino.
On the fateful night, the first guy stepped up, and he went, "Kacaaa Kacaaa Kotaaa..." So puisi. So dramatic.
A few others followed suit. We had sajaks, gurindams and guys who syair-ed the night away.
Then it was our turn.
Fino and I stepped on to the stage and into the spotlight. I walked up to the microphone and said: "We're going to present something different. But this is ALSO poetry."
Then we proceeded to rap "Ice Ice Baby".
Jaws literally dropped.
Of course, we also had to change some of the words. Art is art, but we didn't want to risk suspension or expulsion for the sake of freakin' Vanilla Ice!
We finished the performance and literally ran out of the hall.
We were then told that the supervising lecturer wanted to see us. But we never took up on the invitation. 😅
THE END
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