CHINA TORI

Let me start by asking, “Biko, who is Joeboy?” Where have I been living? Definitely under a rock if it turns out Joeboy’s Baby was produced in 2017. Somebody please help me get my facts right.

It won’t be entirely a thing though to know that I’m only now listening to a music piece that was produced a while ago. I’m very selective when it comes to what I listen to. To a very a great extent, my mental state and health are the two most important things I care about. I love my family, no doubts, but I also recognise that I have to be in the right frame of mind to love them right and cater for them.

So yes, if the music is not what my spirit and body vibes to, na to jump and pass. But the moment I hear it and something, I mean one tiny thing, about it calls out to me, I hit download.

Joeboy’s Baby is one of such songs. Maybe I’m drawn to it because it makes me close my eyes, raise my head and shake my shoulders in a slow whine. Or maybe it has something to do with what the lyrics connote – a love that is unconditional. Yeah, I know. I know. I love Love. Hehe. Me sef go find love wey go sweet my belle one day, inside this lifetime. Hehehe.

Anyways, if there’s anything I have noticed about the music made by Nigerians in this age, it is that they are beginning to love women right. No, they still portray women as sex objects in their videos. But they are beginning to love right with their words. And it is a good start.

Gone are the days songs only talked about what a man could get from a woman’s body. It was all sex to the crop of musicians reigning some ten years ago. Sex was even violent and women were seen as a dumping ground for the frustrations that plague the Nigerian man.

Things are different now. I can’t tell you the number of Nigerian women who fall in love with these musicians on a daily basis. The music speaks to their souls and appreciates their strengths. It woos them and they can’t say no.

Maybe it is the globalization. Maybe it is the exposure. It is no longer surprising to see men taking selfies or carrying their women’s handbags. Women, una strong!

By the way, my mum’s friend who is fifty-eight years old want to meet T-Classic.