I take her totally ignorant rants about the workings of the spirit and the audacious belittling of another act’s creativity as a blessing in disguise. I take it as a huge, unsolicited promo from unexpected quarter. I hope the target of her gaffe in this instance is wise enough to take it as such.
For example, how in the world would I have known about one OnÃdùúró song? The insincerity of today’s Yoruba gospel smells profoundly as the unmitigated aroma of the locust bean. Much as I love music I don’t bother myself or waste my time to play or listen to them. Take it from me – God probably prefers rap or Afrobeat or hiphop to some of today’s gospel fakery!
Save for the Yoruba gospel of the ancient days, I see most of them majorly now as opportunistic stars who thrive on the most simplistic rhythms to push songs.
They chant, wail and bend notes like a bunch of spiritual area boys and girls who are really not into it to truly seek his face but desperados looking for shortcuts onto the highways leading straight into becoming the next ghetto superstar. Shouldn’t there be some kinds of standards to strive to achieve in the gospel music business anymore?
Well… I’m happy for the OnÃdùúró star – whoever she is. Two great things happened to her career in a single day. She discovered one of her industry haters whom she may not have been aware of before now. And, the best part is – the said hater is now surreptitiously helping her push her record. That is Marvelous! A CAC – type prayer point even!
Whenever you see some of those Pentecostal products, in them colorful, twisted turbans – preaching, speaking in tongues or singing those gospel songs – have it in mind that – it is all – “LÓRà IRỌÌ!”
For the average Nigerian Pentecostal products are some of the most prideful jerks in Christendom. They are mini-gods and goddesses unto themselves and are invariably great at casting judgments on everything – and all willy-nilly too! And they really don’t have to know you that well or even understand your personal experience!
They get by only on the vapor of their fake humility – second hand suits, Victorian gowns, tray hats and now their Sikh turbans. Beware! They can be as venomous as the Sahara sand vipers!
One of the best signs to me of a classic alábòsà – is someone singing or crazy about any of Tope Alabi tunes. Believe it or not: that’s one of my sure ways of figuring some of them out! There was something about her voice that turned me off any Yoruba films in those days when she was still scoring them. I never really thought of her as a singer. I really think she whines!
