Dearly “Once” Beloved Olawale Olofooro,
As I anticipate the release of Mansa by March, I hope 2023 APC-Nigeria breeze is getting to you.
My name is Anwuacha Frank Achulike, (Your biggest fan from south-eastern Nigeria, before we got “Fuxxed” by you, earlier today).
I am writing to congratulate you for your ebullient effrontery and stupefaction at the “F#ck ndi igbo” utterance. I am an Igbo man, sir – A Nigerian, too.
BrymO, before your solo career kick started in 2013, I had followed and adored your art, from your days in Chocolate City, and later my love grew from your music to your person. I, at different times had made gratuitous artworks for, and of you (I am a visual artist), some of these pieces, I presented to you, to the extent that my friends began to think that I had a more sophisticated relationship with you, other than that of a boffin and his fan.
The day in 2013, when your epic song “Down” was released, I happened to be in my village, near Aba, where I was listening to a morning programme on the radio, a station named Magic Fm, and “Down” was premiered. I didn’t continue listening to the programme with my dad, for I had to leave to a more serene ambience where the song played on my cell for the rest of the day (even week), since that day, BrymO, I had downloaded/streamed every single piece you dropped and when I moved to Lagos, I never missed your shows. I defended you against your antagonists online and offline. I read your books (I’m still on the last one The Bad Tooth), I followed your interviews, I wrote a song about you – you became my frigging idol!
BrymO, I do not speak Yoruba, but I can sing 75 per cent of your Yoruba songs word-for-word, from “AF’èédú fan’na” to “Ólanrewaju”, to “Adedotun”, to “Je’le O sinmi”, to “Olúmo”, to “Ọ́rún n móorun” etc, and I learnt what they translate to in English. Many of my friends who are not Yoruba-speaking do, too.
I know how you generated your pseudonym “BrymO”, from “Ibrahim” and “Olawale”, I knew about Olanrewaju and his estranged mother (although, that shouldn’t be my business, but, I’m not sorry, you should be a public figure). I have been a loyal fan, Egbon.
This morning, I was taken aback when I saw your politically motivated statement, which read, “F#ck the Ndi Igbo!!.. To hell with it!!” and again, “Dear easterners, I’m not sorry…” I had gone to confirm from your accounts that they were still intact, and under your control, and yes, they were. I read responses from a couple of people online, and your comebacks and just like the spiritful goose pimples your songs engulf me with, when I hear them, I was covered in a mistiness that played back all your tracks in my head in half a moment. I became ashamed of not having been ashamed of you, BrymO. How? How did I not see that your witness was a shovelling, ridiculous, precarious blasphemy of the fallen angel which you are. How did I not see that “Ozymandias” and “Market Square”, and “Jungle fever”, etc, were really not what they were? How did I not see how DISSOBIDIENT you were to your own rules?
BrymO Nwanne, you have bitten more than you can chew. This is not because you exercised your right of choice sir, It is because you mustered the appalling audacity to look a whole tribe (which contributed majorly to your very existence in the music industry and your other endeavours) in the eye, and raised your leprous middle finger at them. I wouldn’t know how much the fat cats and bats are paying you, I wouldn’t know the deals, but I think you have betrayed the goals you set earlier, which a lot of sound-minded people, not “bulaba loo, bloo, town hall with a difference” humans hold at. A goal of tenacious activism, with your art, that would breed a better and a more suitable and sustainable environment for people of all classes to thrive. With people like you, there is no justice at the market square, bro. With people like you, Another Ozymandias, whom history would keep abating judgement on, would always thrive. With people like yourself, whom bad governance has greatly stifled, to uphold a candidate who sees nothing wrong with the way Nigeria is being run, and would “Want to continue from where his ‘Leader’, whose campaign he led during previous presidential elections stopped,” Sir, “Bonehead would never be gone,” and “the boys would never play freely, and think on their own.”
Dear BrymO, I had taken the inconvenience of writing this open letter to respond to your opinion on this matter, as though it matters to Nigerians. Sorry bro, just like you said to 2baba whose wife you allegedly “f#cked,” (I see your synonym with the word), your reign in hearts like mine is over. You must be treated like a f#cker, by the people you have f#cked. Your ramblings must now be treated as those of a cowardly drunk, (which describes you well, too).
When we get back from the polls, I don’t hope you get back to your senses bro. Let me sha hope that Mansa is not the mediocrity of your current state of f#cked up mind, because, Your eyes go clear when the die is cast.
Your Before-Before Number One Fan,
Anwuacha Frank Achulike
(24 carats Frank)
January 9th, 2023.