When I say that I’m a prophet, y’all, should not doubt me.
Comrade, wetin dey occur?
*Clears throat reassuringly. Yesterday, in the midst of the Pocolee – Portable debacle, I told y’all that the whole thing was starting to look like a carefully engineered marketing gimmick and many thought I had lost my mind.
My people say that what the elder sees sitting down, even if a child climbs an iroko tree, he still won’t see it.
Pele o uncle elder. Ever heard of drones?
Pretends I didn’t hear. So today, Portable has made a new video in which Pocoloee was happily nodding in agreement saying that all that happened yesterday na film trick, that Pocolee isn’t owing him and that it was a publicity stunt.
Wait. So them carry us handicap?
Yes they did. But the good part is that all of these raised very pertinent questions about the music industry and the massive gatekeeping that has been ongoing for years. It’s the same reason why D’Banj went from being Africa’s number one to becoming an upcoming musician.
It’s part of the reason why Iyanya dropped some fantastic music a few weeks back and hardly is anybody asking him if he’s selling or buying.
But wait o, why don’t our female musicians own record labels and hardly feature each other? Even more established female musicians like Tiwa Savage and Yemi Alade don’t seem to be interested in helping upcoming female artists.
Women supporting women in the mud
Yousef don see am na. Anyway, now that it is established that I’m a prophet, is this the point where I ask for an offering or maybe y’all want to sow seeds?