Òkú ń sunkún òkú, Akáṣọlérí ń sunkún ara wọn.
In May 1990, during the burial rites of the great Hubert Ogunde, Dr I-Show Pepper (Ishola Ogunsola) led the dirge and procession while the prolific chanter Ogogo (Taiwo Hassan) carried the powerful oríkì and chants that day.
I-Show Pepper himself later joined the ancestors on 28 December 1992.
The same Ogogo who led those chants for Ogunde died yesterday (23 August 2026) and will be buried today, 24 August 2026, in his hometown Ilaro.
Who will now chant for him?
lol i like how this is shaping out like the drake x kendrick shit...people are picking sides
TEAM A-
Odumodu
TG Omoro
Wizkid
TEAM B -
Blaqbonez
Chocolate City
and everybody in Nigeria
Sapa is a dehumanizer and once some rich people smell it on you, they'll use you. I was a home lesson teacher for two children, back in Lafia, Nasarawa State. Their father was a justice. Their house was beautiful, spacious and neat, with police orderlies around. I was so happy that this man would turn my life around, when he sees how much I turn his children's lives around.
On the first day, they brought me bread, omelette and tea. Of course, I was hungry. I ate it all and left no crumb, literally. This became a routine since then. They'd bring me cracker biscuits and malt on days that they didn't cook. I was teaching the older son Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. I taught the younger one Maths and general science. Anyways, my teaching was so good that there was an observable difference in their performances within a month.
At the end of the first month, I didn't receive the ₦15,000 we agreed on. Whenever I got there to teach, I wouldn't meet their father. He was either not at home or busy upstairs. I would ask the children whether "Daddy" sent them to me but their replies were always negative. "Be patient with rich people. He's testing you," I would tell myself.
The second month ended and I still kept going. In the middle of the third month, I reached out to the person that connected me to them. "Were they always giving you food and were you always eating?" I paused for a while before nodding my head. "Ah! You don't eat in a rich man's house unless he has paid you first," said my connect. I have not heard that rule before.
I stopped eating since then but I kept teaching the kids. I started missing some days too. Towards the end of the third month, he left an envelope for me. I kept it in my pocket and taught the boys joyfully. Finally, I have been paid. My labour and patience had yielded fruits. I got home, opened the envelope and met ₦10,000 in it. I couldn't hold back my tears. That was the last day I went to their house to teach.