The Good Old Music

When You Are Happy, You Enjoy The Music. When You Are Sad, You Understand The Lyrics.

*The old school music*
“The Good music’ of those days are gradually going into extinction. Morality has become a thing of the past as musicians no longer consider the ethics of moral values while composing. What we now have is entertainment, but the educative function is lost.

I see, no wonder our youth and these younger generations commit suicide when faced with little challenges of life. What lesson do u expect “Gbese” to teach a depressed soul? What moral can we find in so many of the so called hip hop music?

Hmmm…… Gone are the days of “Igba laye,” a song that tells us nothing last forever. “Aimasiko lo n damu eda” when they refuse to leave everything to God. “E rora feso jaye” is no longer an acceptable advice. “Owuro lojo” no longer ring in our ears as a lot of youth toil with their morning. Oh! “Obirin sowanu, o loun o lori oko,” “Ikoko akufo” has become an old school thing; the female virginity has no value anymore. Things are falling apart and the center cannot hold. Can’t you see now that truly “Oro aye soro?” Our people have forgotten that “Ife lo so wapo” as every man wants to be in position of authority not knowing that “Ile-aye ko da nkan“. Maybe I should remind us the story of “Afitan aja joka,” the one that calls a child to battle not knowing that wisdom surpasses physical strength.

Truth be told, African Magic has replaced our dear moonlight tales. We no longer “Pass the calabash” of palmwine but rather the bottle of beers, the “Seven lives” of an African man has been reduced to one, everyone is struggling to pass through the “Narrow path“. This is the time for us to think and rethink. Those songs we call old school are in actual fact the antidote to our depressed souls.

Say no to suicide! Choose good music over snipper and remember this “when you are happy, you enjoy the music but when you are sad, you understand the lyrics.” Life is not always filled with bed of roses, and don’t forget; the journey of life is never straight. *When the going gets tough, only the tough gets going.*

Regards!

HUNGE GABRIEL SEMETON.