In all, there’s a painful and sad takeaway from the K1 debacle, albeit for me.
I’m disturbed to continuously read the sprawling dislike for the man called K1. It is everywhere. No one has a kind word for him.
Unfortunately, his attitudinal disposition is said to be responsible for this. People had seen him do this time and time again.
A lot of people only like his music – his type of Fuji – but can’t stand him in the real sense. This is very painful.
A popularity contest of any type is a very dangerous gambit – either by accident or design. You can’t actually tell where it would end.
This has really exposed some deep-seated dislike for the man, and I hope he finds a need to use the experience for a positive turnaround, if not too late for his age.
To his handlers and those close to him, the Yoruba say, “Ti a ba to’ni ba rin, a ma’n to’ni ba s’oro.”
In other words, whatever qualifies one to be your friend, also gives the fellow the right to speak to you whenever the need arises.
I think K1 needs more truer people around him than those who merely massage his ego and hero-worship him.
To watch him gallivant into self-destruct because of the “feel good” syndrome is sheer wickedness and also tells of the kind of people around him.
Ire o!
