As a Nigerian-American International award-winning songster, musicologist, and music producer, I choose to live a tranquil life. I am very private and also lead and keep a low-profile lifestyle. It is my choice, for I believe nothing in this universe is worth all the commotion and noise we witness regularly.
Life itself is a bitch; there are so many things that happen around us that overwhelm us. Things nobody can explain.
Everywhere you look, all you see is mayhem. Inside the United States, every minute you turn on your television to watch the news, all we see and hear is mass shootings. When one gets tired of the eternal trouble inside America and wants to go back to Nigeria, folks will tell you to remain where you are. You could become a potential target to Armed Robbers, kidnappers, or even unknown shooters.
On June 15, 2020, something happened to me that transformed my life. One of the significant lessons I learned that day is that one has to be careful with fragile individuals. Some people act instantly on their impulses and do things that will make your life a living hell. Also, another takeaway that will follow me all the days of my life is that I have to choose my friends wisely. A lot of folks you call your friends are not deserving. There are vampires.
June 15, 2020, was a day I saw myself in danger. I came this close to losing my life over nothing. As crazy as some streets in New York City are, I have never had any issues with anyone. I followed the law and obeyed all rules and regulations. June 15, 2020, almost erased my excellent records. Although I survived that day with minor bruises and cops swarming around me to help, the incident still lingers on my mind. It was a very terrible day that you don’t wish for anyone.

To all my fans, get ready for my new songs, which will soon hit the music scene. As I always do, you are the judge when the song hits you.

In the last six months, I have been a target of hundreds of online scam bags. Today, a particular individual who said he is the Secretary of the Arewa Journalists group hacked my Wattsapp. He told me at a specific time; they will be holding a meeting. He sent me a code, and since I was multi-tasking, I did so little to do a verification. I began getting calls from family, friends, and fans all over the world. I was assured they knew my account was hacked,
I was added to this group by Abraham Awodi, a well-respected Nigerian Journalist based in Abuja. Abraham Awodi was at one time the correspondence of my now rested Nigerian FM, Abuja bureau. Within minutes my account got hijacked; I called Abraham Awodi only to get his voice mail. I also got in touch with few people in Abuja to block this particular line from sending messages to their groups. One is fortunate to have Ministers, Governors, Music, and movie stars in my contact. Over the years, folks know who I am and know fully well; I spent my time exposing internet criminals.
The attempt by these folks to tarnish my good name, which I spent my life to build, will never succeed. I happen to be a man of high principle who never backs down. Whoever planned this has already murdered his (their) sleep.

Washington DC is like a City under a military siege, right at this hour. I was an eye witness on the eve of then-President-elect Obama’s swearing-in ceremony. I got selected to headline the African Inaugural Ball; the day was the 19th of January 2009. I performed to honor the incoming President around 1.a.m Eastern time.

After my performance, the entire crew rode freely amid thousands of folks to Capital Hill, where the swearing-in ceremony would occur. We also visited Baily’s house, where the Obamas stayed on the eve of his swearing-in ceremony. Our next port of call was the White house. I can never forget when a White Secret Service agent told me bluntly not to pass through his ‘yard.’ That night, around 3.a.m, President Bush and his family had their last night in the White House.
Thousands of people camped out at the national mall and folks who kept coming from different directions.

It was around 4.a.m that I drove back to New York City, leaving my crew behind in Washington D.C. I don’t have a word to describe what I saw as I saw thousands of people smiling, singing, and dancing in the streets. People partied across the United States all night long. Candidate Obama had mesmerized and dazzled a distressed nation with messages of hope. You can see that millions of people hoped that Obama would succeed after the economy took a turn for the worse.

Millions of people had lost their jobs. Companies went out of business.
A vast majority of Americans saw the President-Elect, Barrack Obama, who campaigned with a catchy phrase that says ‘Hope you can believe in,’ put their hopes on him. The man went to work as soon as he got sworn in; there was no drama, no scandal. Obama and Biden worked for the American people, who gave them a mandate. Obama, just like every other mortal out there, is not a perfect man; some of his policies, as controversial as they were, he dug the nation out of a hole. His detractors agreed.
Tonight as the United States people mourn the deaths of over four hundred thousand lives lost due to the coronavirus, Washington D.C is a no-go area. With over twenty thousand members of the national guard in military Kakis, their hands on the long guns, this night is the complete opposite of 2009 or even 2017 when the current President took over. The national guards are dealing with the harsh cold weather too. I don’t know how they do it, but this is hard. Imagine staying outside under this cold condition? Horrible. You can see hundreds of them sleeping on the bare floor. How do they even eat or shower under this condition? I salute these men and women who put their lives in harm’s way for us.

I remain grateful that I witnessed history in 2009, by every standard, Kamala Harris’s rise from slum to become the Vice president lect is historic. She was born and raised like an ordinary child out there. She rose from nothing to become somebody. Kamala also went to a regular school like every other poor kid in our neighborhood. The man who selected her ( President- Elect Joe Biden) is also an ordinary American whose parents lived from paycheck to paycheck. Many of us quarreled, fought, and became enemies and passionately supported our candidates. In the next 12 hours or less, a new President will be sworn in. Let’s bury the hatchets and be friends again. In politics, they say, there’s no permanent friendship but permanent interest.

It is an unusual night, surreal, frightful, and unprecedented in so many ways. Historians will never refer to this transition as a peaceful transfer of power. It reminds me of a military take over in Banana Republics. This night in Washington, D.C, looks nothing like an inauguration eve; it is a sad night. Earlier in the day, I saw the incoming President, Joe Biden, wept openly. I equally saw a woman, a staunch member of Qanon, who said President Biden would be arrested and won’t be sworn in as the President. Guys, these are challenging times; please pray for the United States, the land of the impossibilities.

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AGU’s a New York-based Musicologist, Singer, songwriter, producer, web developer, and businessman.

Trump’s final act in office is the pardoning of so many people including rappers. The plan to pardon Young Money boss, Lil Wayne has been put in motion.

Yesterday, the 18th of January, Trump’s administration put in place, article No. 45, as stated by media giant Bloomberg. The news was leaked by an anonymous source in Trump’s cabinet.

Lil Wayne amongst many other rappers, regardless of race, endorsed Trump during his failed 2020 elections, which was well reciprocated by the outgoing President.

The charge emanated from a December of 2019 incident in which Wayne was stopped at the Miami Airport by police who discovered a gold-plated Remington 1911, .45-caliber handgun loaded with six rounds of ammunition, personal use amounts of cocaine, ecstasy, and oxycodone in the rapper’s bag. He was charged with possession of a firearm in November of 2020.