I don’t understand o. How many times must I say that I love Olamide? How often must I make it clear that on this matter, this blog is not a democracy? That this blog reps streetz and bleeds Mainland? You people should mind yourselves and give my boo and I this one day of the year. I have to be priding and big him up.
Happy birthday, Olamide! As this young man grows older, he displays a musical dexterity that even I marvel at – and I always knew he had genius. He dips from hardcore rapping to heart-felt flows. He is at as much ease discussing women’s…finer parts as he is eulogising his mother.
And then, just when you thought he could only sing Falila Ketan, he hits you with Melo Melo. When you think all he knows is #PepperDemGang, you will find salvation in Anifowoshe. And if you haven’t danced Shaku Shaku to Science Student – even in private – then I really don’t know what you’re doing with you life.
His unyielding hold on traditionally Nigerian and Yoruba lyrics and beats makes his appeal even greater for me. His respect for Fela and other Nigerian greats; his unshakeable belief that he does not need to collaborate with American artistes to make an impression is impressive. It makes him unmistakably Nigerian. He’s our own. Our son.
Happy birthday, Baddosneh. May all of your dreams continue to come true. May your magas everly pay, may your babes always have big brezz and yansh, and may your flame never diminish. #PepperDem till infinity!
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