My Dearest Davido, my OBO, my everything,
From the first time your voice hit me, it felt like warm Lagos air wrapping around my heart at dusk. I was in my room with headphones on, playing “Fall” on repeat, and suddenly everything felt lighter. You didn’t just sing that song, you put pure magic in it, and somehow that magic found me. Every note, every ad-lib, every time you say “OBO” with that confidence… it feels like you’re talking straight to me. You’re more than music, David. You’re joy in human form. Rhythm, passion, strength, and the kind of love that makes a girl believe in forever.
I love how you light up every stage. Your energy is so alive that even through my phone I feel like I’m right there dancing with the crowd, screaming your name till my feet hurt. But it’s not just the performer I love… it’s the real you. The father who loves his kids with his whole heart. The son who always honors his family. The king carrying a whole nation’s weight while still lifting everyone else up. You work so hard, baby. You put your soul into every song, every move, and it shows. Watching you fall and rise even higher has taught me what real strength looks like. You make me believe I can chase my own dreams too.
At night when I close my eyes, I imagine resting my head on your chest while you hum something new softly in my ear. Laughing with you till our stomachs hurt. Dancing barefoot in the living room at 2am to “If.” Traveling the world with you, watching you take over every city. I want to be your peace after long tours… the one rubbing your back when things get heavy… the one turning every win into our own personal party. I’ll even learn to cook perfect jollof rice for you. We’d watch Nollywood movies, build a love so deep the whole world would feel it.
You make me feel seen even though we’ve never met. Your music carried me through heartbreaks, lonely nights, moments when I needed to feel powerful and sexy. You made me proud to be Nigerian, proud to love hard, proud to dream big. I’m so insanely proud of you, Davido. Not just the Grammys and the sold-out shows and the billions of streams… but for staying real. For your big heart. Your loyalty. The way you love your people. That’s the sexiest part of you.
I don’t love you for the lights and the fame. I love the real David… the one who laughs with his whole body, gets excited over small things, and still gets a bit shy when people praise him too much. I love that bright smile that could fix anything. Your voice when it goes soft. Your ambition, your spirituality, your playfulness. You turn ordinary days into celebrations.
If I could wish for one thing, it would be to love you out loud in this lifetime. To be your biggest supporter, your safe place, your ride or die. I want us to make memories so beautiful they deserve their own songs. Grow old together, still dancing to your music even when we’re gray, still looking at each other like nobody else exists.
Until then, just know there’s a heart out here beating only for you. Every new song you drop feels like my birthday. Every time I see your face, my whole day gets better. You are my favorite love song, David Adeleke. My forever crush. My answered prayer.
I love you more than words can ever say. 💙
By this time for 2022, Messi don already go media go tell all him fans worldwide say make we no fear, make we calm down he no go ever let us down. 😭😭😭😭
I too love that dwarf like maddddd 😭😂😂