Fair play to you if it did nothing for you, but I thought it was a special thing indeed. Knowing a passing amount of Fela's music and influence (but not a lot about his life or political struggles), it was such a treat, to me, to see him get a spotlight in front of an audience not likely accustomed to his story or his style. The performers were tremendous, as you rightly noted, and I also loved getting a chance to see Antibalas live as the house band (their albums are great stuff.)
I thought the concept was thin but very effective at showcasing a great amount of the man's story, and most of all incredibly entertaining on both a theatrical and musical level. That it was unlike most everything I've seen and likely will see again just added to it. Loved it, and it made me more interested in his music and his legacy.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.