For those waiting for justice, you may have to accept the bitter truth: no one is going to jail for this, at least based on antecedents. But let us talk to ourselves. And please do not think that I am about to write a long epistle or give a piece of advice. Not at all. I only want to ask a few questions: Why is Segun Akinlolu, Beautiful Nubia’s song not a big thing in our society? What happened to songs like ÒWÚRỌ̀ lọ́jọ́, ẹni má ríre ó… ? Can’t you feel the richness of the lyrics and the warmth of such unique voice in your soul? Whatever that deadened your heart, that made such novel voice not to penetrate your soul emboldened those monsters to kill Mohbad. In a way, you’re all culprits!
By Ayo Omotola
Better than the dictionary, Mohbad’s death has explained what coldblood is. A week is gone after his death but curses are still flying on the internet like birds in the air. And as usual, many have started rolling out how nice he was. Truly, èèyàn ò sunwon láàyè, ọjọ́ a bá kú laa d’ere. I see many, silently screaming “A pound of flesh!” For the first time, no one is preaching “let God judge”.
While many are relying on justice of law, a man in a video had taken the alleged to an èṣù shrine, provoking this malevolent spirit to strike the duo. Although he got a photo of them, such errand may make the Spirit wander aimlessly and return with frustration. Why? NAIRA Marley and Sam Larry weren’t their birth names. Spirits need accurate information and precise details, and sometime for a faster delivery, their mothers’ names would be necessary.
Names sometimes may just be irrelevant just as Shakespeare opined by saying what is name? If we call a rose something else, it will still be sweet anyway. But it seems to matter in the Nigerian current Music industry. It is the ticket to rock the street. A prefix or an appendage connoting ruggedity is the beginning of belonging, but in this case it didn’t work. Mohbad had the same intention, to cover up for his young innocent looking face. Except that this his name, sounds like ‘morbid’ and the ‘bad’ suffixing was for his eligibility in such a crass world. And for the same reason, some like Àṣàkẹ́ have to let go of their clean face in order to retain their real names. But many of us didn’t suspect sacrifices these youngsters have to pay.
His death is supposed to be an eye opener. I hope we will all take the bold step like the prodigal son and make a U-turn back to sanity. I hope you will begin to unfollow people you’re not supposed to follow in the first place. I hope you will shake off their hex and begin to follow people who do not need substance to sing good songs. I hope we all shall begin to support and promote singers whose music mean well to the sanctity of our soul and the development of the African society
For those waiting for justice, you may have to accept the bitter truth: no one is going to jail for this, at least based on antecedents. But let us talk to ourselves. And please do not think that I am about to write a long epistle or give a piece of advice. Not at all. I only want to ask a few questions:
Why is Segun Akinlolu, Beautiful Nubia’s song not a big thing in our society? What happened to songs like ÒWÚRỌ̀ lọ́jọ́, ẹni má ríre ó… ? Can’t you feel the richness of the lyrics and the warmth of such unique voice in your soul? Whatever that deadened your heart, that made such novel voice not to penetrate your soul emboldened those monsters to kill Mohbad. In a way, you’re all culprits!
His death is supposed to be an eye opener. I hope we will all take the bold step like the prodigal son and make a U-turn back to sanity. I hope you will begin to unfollow people you’re not supposed to follow in the first place. I hope you will shake off their hex and begin to follow people who do not need substance to sing good songs. I hope we all shall begin to support and promote singers whose music mean well to the sanctity of our soul and the development of the African society.
It’s so sad that Mohbad knocked on a wrong door. He took a wrong footing at the outset towards the devil’s enclave
“Ṣebi a jọ ń ṣe Malians ni, wọn wá fe lọ corner mi” he said. Don’t be surprised, curiosity made me come across his music. Unfortunately, the same song ‘ẹ ṣù biribiri kẹ bòmí o’, that Sunny-Adé sang when he had a lawsuit against Abioro, his oppressor, worked for the Juju King, people pitied and rallied round him as he pleaded, but Imọlẹ’s cry fell on the deaf ears.
