18/09/2023
Before I write, let me start with patoranking song. "Celebrate me, now when I dey alive, appreciate me, now when I dey alive. No be say when I live this world, you go dey fake am for my back, appreciate me, now when I dey alive".
Anytime I play that music, I am always teary, because I know alot of things going on in this world. Now the reason I remembered the song and the artist is about this young guy, rather upcoming musician who just died, (mohbad).
I've could barely know him as an artist like that, perhaps I may have heard of him, (mohbad), but technically I don't know him for real. I got to really know more about him, when I saw a lot of post on my Instagram and Facebook. People talking about him, people asking for his contact. People posting his pictures everywhere, flying up and down social media and asking for his family and wife contact and account details. To help him in death, to send help to the wife and son, there I began to dig deep about him.
His music is now topping on apple label, YouTube and boomplay and others, now making big money. Someone in charge of his music and account is now making money through him. But the guy is no more to see how famous he's become, he has become famous and a popular celebrity in death. I suppose the people that are asking for a way to help him in death and family now, knew him way back. I assume they did nothing, but now his music is playing everywhere and anyhow, making money.
It makes my heart bleeds, his followers has been trooping, since the day I saw and read about his death. Seeing his pictures flying everywhere, but why now?. Why is it that the world loves to fake love when people are no more?.
I remember when he was haunted to be killed, perhaps but he had no one to run to, and no one came to his rescue and aid. Now everyone is showing love and feeling pity for the death.
Why is it that, people loves to celebrate people in death, show fake love when someone is already gone?. People in the industry that are now talking about him would've done better. Alot are crying and having pity for the young wife and the baby he left behind. His poor family and uneducated, according to what I've been reading. I see some post and some comments, people asking questions why now and not when he was alive, they all wanna help him now that he's death.
I watched his interview, where he talked about how he made his first music record. How he used to have a little saving box, he will be saving little money until it was six months. He broke the box and gather the money together to make his first music record. But before then, people who could've helped him rise easily were there, perhaps he might have called for help. Probably talking to them about his dreams and career but he was ignored, I suppose.
Yes I don't really know much about this guy, but from what I read about him from many people, post and comments. And going through his page, it tells alot about him.
Now people even looking for the wife and family contacts and bank details, to send money. Yet I assume alot of people didn't attend his funeral.
When our Mrs Osinachi nwachukwu died, of blessed memory. Before her death, she didn't have upto 500k followers, her music wasn't really known, it didn't went viral. But after her death, literally the day she was confirmed death, her songs went bizarre, gone viral. Before a few days to weeks, her page hit over 2m followers. People start playing her song, far, wide and near.
Why is it that the world don't appreciate people when they're alive? They don't show a little love and kindness. When someone is still alive, perhaps still struggling?. They prefer to help you make name when you're already death.
Two ways people become known and popular overnight.
1. When you suddenly make money, gain Fame and boom, you will become so popular.
2. When you die, if you were someone that was still struggling to make something out of your life and career. Once you die, the people you were seeking help from prior to your death. Will suddenly see it as an avenue to show fake love, posting you and talking about you. Boom, your market will sell immediately, in death. It's called, a medicine after death, hypocritical act of love.
Someone posted on Instagram this morning, I bumped into it on my IG, asking how he can contact his wife. His son and family, that he wanna do something for them. Then a follower replied.
"You all want to help him and his family now. You all want to show fake love and he's now making name now, his music is selling now that he's death. When he was alive, I am sure he knew you all now asking on how to locate the wife and the baby to give money and help. He has probably seek for all of you help, but you people couldn't help him".
I was touched, I was teary, I read it over and over again, especially the comment. And alot of comments under that man's post went that way, same direction as the first comment I just mentioned.
This actually made me remember my illness, I've never been sick like this before. This one came so strong on me, I spent alot of money for over three weeks now, and my hand became empty and account. I am not the type that asked people for help, but I swallowed my pride. I did thought I knew few people, I used the word, "knew". Because I thought I knew them, but after then, I realized I don't know anybody. I thought I had people, I used the phrase, "had", because I thought I had people I can talk to when in trouble, but. I realize I know no one and had and still do not have anyone, except my family, myself and my God.
I couldn't even cry when all the people I thought I could talk to, not like they were strangers to me. But they all turned me down during that time of trouble, in critical condition, my trying time. That brought me to the popular saying, "there's a different between, I know someone and I have someone". I was heartbroken, I was pained and hurt. Those i will talk with constantly, play with, talk like close friends and infact some we were close friends. I sent messages to many pleading for help, at least I wasn't really shy because they aren't strangers to me. But all read me and ignored, they didn't pick my calls anymore. But here, I'm alive and kicking, I'm recuperating
Only when you find yourself in a situation you can't help, you will really know. If you only know people or someone, or have people or someone.
A guy I once knew was struggling, saw himself through school, when he had big men, big uncle's and aunties. Some were abroad, even his cousins. But anytime he sort for their help, they turned deaf ears, some turned blind to read his messages. But when he died of ulcer, because of hunger and lot of stress. That was when they all come, to start helping his family, they opened a big intercontinental restaurant in his name. Because it was his dream, though he studied medicine in school. They opened a big clinic in his name too, in memory of him.
It beats my imagination how people will appreciate someone's effort, celebrate them and show fake love when they're death. Make one become popular and wanna help, even begging to help when they're gone.
Perhaps if that sickness would've killed me, because I literally thought I was gonna die, I was so scared for my life. For the first time, I'm sure, if my family would've posted my funeral picture. That's when all those people I thought I knew and for the first time, swallow my pride and begged. Pleaded for help, would've cried fake tears for me. They would've posted about me, how I do make them laugh, was a good friend and a writer and chef. Some will even say they knew me very well, which I thought so too. But then I don't know them at all.
Learn to show love, appreciate and celebrate people, who believes in you when they're alive, when they seek your help. Not when they're no more, it hypocritical.
May we not become famous and popular when we're already, in the mouth of the same people that would've save our lives and help us go far.
I am Mirach Amba the best of me and the best of my kind.
