28/05/2026
It’s exactly one month today.
A month ago, I took a bold step to return to music after being away from the scene for years. I reached out to a music producer and sound engineer in Benue after weeks of conversations and planning.
I took time off work, traveled down personally, made payments, and came fully prepared with four songs already written and ready for production.
But something someone told me before the journey kept ringing in my head:
“BlaizeMan, do just two tracks first. If he delivers well, then proceed with the rest.”
I listened.
We recorded two songs out of the four I had prepared, with plans of dropping an EP this year and making a proper comeback into music.
Since then, it has been nothing but disappointment.
For one whole month now, this producer has held on to my songs. Promises were made repeatedly and broken repeatedly. Calls stopped being answered. WhatsApp messages stopped getting replies.
I have humbly begged almost everyone connected to him to help me plead with him just to mix and master my songs so I can release them. Imagine paying influencers ahead of time to promote songs that are still being held hostage till today.
The painful part is not even the money anymore.
It’s the disrespect.
It’s the silence.
It’s the emotional stress.
It’s watching someone play with your passion, your time, your dreams, and your comeback story.
I stayed calm.
I stayed patient.
I stayed respectful.
But enough is enough.
Today, I have spoken with a lawyer and also with a relative of mine who works closely with the Commissioner of Police. At this point, if making this a legal matter is what it takes, then so be it.
I never wanted drama.
I only wanted my music.
If this is a game, then let’s play it to the end and see who laughs last.
All I ever asked for was professionalism, honesty, and delivery.
Nothing more.
