I will exalt you, Lord (I will exalt you, Lord)
For you lifted me out (for you lifted me out)
Don’t let my foes to rejoice over me.
—-MOHBAD.
MOHBAD’S rhythm will move you. Pulsating, it is the typical Afrobeats sound with the sole purpose to have you in spiritual gyration. Convulsing to the point where you forget your sorrow.
You imagine yourself in a wealthy paradise swimming in some imaginary affluence. We will as a result of all the entanglements miss the message in his songs. Most of it, anyway. Mohbad is not Davido. He did not see the loud noise of too much money growing up. He tasted and ate poverty. That was all he knew. So that was all he was trying to make us know.
Tell us about. He was deliberately melancholic in his rhythm and with his lyrics. The impending doom that he was anticipating. He reminds us of Tupac. The life in the Ghetto that we want to ignore at our peril. The unbearable conditions that people are subjected to in a country where there should be plenty. He wants us to see the level of unemployment and the hopelessness of the youth.
There is no way out of the misery. Corruption and crime are the window to the semblance of good living. In order to survive youth have to be resourceful eking life through a life of drugs. He wants us to see the deaths and the sufferings that have become the normal. Not the abnormal. He nudges us to reality. The reality of his situation. The reality of our situation.
………”This kind level dey tire me
Daddy no get salary
Ten years ago I no see mummy
Stepmother no care
Landlord dey worry
My brothers are hungry…..MOHBAD.
Listen to this and think……..Because if sinner man go die
Him no go fit come back
Him no go fit come back
To repent again
The justice Mohdad deserves is for us to stop dancing and pay attention. There are millions more like him crying for help.