A
Lagos-based investment banker, Mr Joseph Edgar got the shock of his life on
Friday morning after an encounter with Reggae Legend Majekodunmi Fasheke
popular called Majek Fashek in Fadeyi area of Lagos.
Mr Edgar
said the Reggae star has become a shadow of his old self. He alleged that he
was begging him for 100 Naira to buy Ogogoro (dry gin).
Hear what
the banker said about his encounter with Majek Fashek today;
On my way
to work this morning, I spotted a loony figure. Pants sagged, dirty black
underwear showing, a caftan perched precariously on his extra lean shoulders,
shock of long unkempt dreadlocks cascading down his head and teeth yellowed by
years of hard living and a face still surprisingly handsome despite the ravages
of illicit living. This was Majek, my hero, the one who brought down the rain.
He it was
who redefined Reggae and in that one album forced us to look deep into our
consciousness, calling us prisoners of conscience. He it was who took that Bob
Marley piece, Redemption Song into the sublime. He infused it with his pangolo
rhythm and turned it into an anthem of social and spiritual awakening. Majek
was a god, strong Adonis like looks, talent yet to me replicated in our clime
and charisma of the gods.
This same
Majek, I just saw like that in Fadeyi, begging for ogogoro becuase he did not
have 100 Naira to pay for it. I stopped brought out 1,000 Naira and was
immediately struck by confusion. Should I give him this money and contribute to
his death or should I refuse him and watch him throw a tantrum like a disposed
toddler. He saved me the dilemma as he grabbed the money from me and rushed to
the ugly, black dirty merchant of death, who gleefully poured him a gla$$ full.
Majek
downed the drink and hugged me like I had just saved him from the hang mans
noose. I looked deep into his eyes and saw a lost soul. He was actually begging
for help, the demon inside of him peered at me from his once very beautiful
eyes, daring me to do my worse. a$$uring me that he had no intention of leaving
this host until it finished it’s dreadful task of killing him ever so slowly.
He called
me a fine boy and wished he was as good looking as I was, I laughed. A laugh
that was more of pity, a laugh that was laced with internal cry of pain. A pain
that cascaded through every pain in my body. If only I had one tenth of this
talent, I would be far from fadeyi begging for N100 worth of ogogoro.
Did we fail him as Nigerians, did we put an umbrella over the Rainmaker, did the flood of his talent wash away his life, what can be done, do we continue watch him make a mockery of a Life once blessed?
Majek in his destitution represents Nigeria. Blessed with more than enough resources., rich in human capacity, more fertile land than the whole of Asia and filled with gifted and talented people, but yet beggerly and poor. Daily our leaders go to ‘jibowu’ to beg poorer countries for aid, for debt forgiveness. The contradiction never leaves me. Japan with no known Natural resources is so developed that we can only look in shame.
Did we fail him as Nigerians, did we put an umbrella over the Rainmaker, did the flood of his talent wash away his life, what can be done, do we continue watch him make a mockery of a Life once blessed?
Majek in his destitution represents Nigeria. Blessed with more than enough resources., rich in human capacity, more fertile land than the whole of Asia and filled with gifted and talented people, but yet beggerly and poor. Daily our leaders go to ‘jibowu’ to beg poorer countries for aid, for debt forgiveness. The contradiction never leaves me. Japan with no known Natural resources is so developed that we can only look in shame.
Majek
with all the talents of a thousand people, begging the woman who can’t lift a
finger beside him for N100, Majek being laughed at by miscreants and being
mocked with so much joy by those who were not half as blessed by God.
What can I do, but to write this piece and just walk away, lest his guest demon attempt a move on my life.
What can I do, but to write this piece and just walk away, lest his guest demon attempt a move on my life.
I saw it
and felt it look into my soul and with one withered hand, offered me a shot of
the Devils brew. A shot I knew would throw me into the darkest pits of Majeks
torture, a shot that will take me spiraling down the tunnels of oblivion,
destroying the innocent dependent lives of my children while giving Majek
solace that he has finally found a room mate albeit a very reluctant and scared
one.
I pray
for you sir. I pray God gives you peace. God bless you Majek.
Very sad
story! This is what igbo addiction can do to a man’s destiny.
Hope he
gets over his addiction soon.
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