Mohbad: Another Victim Of Nigeria’s Entertainment Jungle
By Agaam Mathias
Nigeria’s entertainment industry bears the fearful similitude of a jungle, where pristine, barbaric, animalistic and indescribable cruelty reign supreme.
The insatiable thirst for money and fame, which remain the pillar upon which the industry rest, births mindless debauchery, grand treachery, unwinding intrigue and mean-buckle greed which often result to murder as is the case with Mohbad.
Here’s a kingdom where only mean-spirited con men rule, almost with the viciousness of the underworld.What seems to be the stamp of the industry are unconscionable back-stabbing and uncouth envy. You could so blossom in the morning but have your star dimmed before dusk.
I must confess that I knew nothing about Mohbad before his posthumous fame. In fact, I know nothing about any other Nigerian afro beat artist because their brand of music doesn’t catch my fancy.
However, Mohbad’s story has provoked in me the painful and lingering memory of my cousin who also fell to the crude wickedness of his own colleagues.
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In 2016, my brother Big Shark, a fine thespian, singer, choreographer and comedian, initiated and got the nodding of the then Taraba State Government for the biggest entertainment concert in the state: The Taraba Peace Concert.
Just when he was working assiduously to execute the show, Bigshark was reportedly found dead in a hotel room in Jalingo in suspicious circumstances.
Because the case concerned the then Taraba State’s Governor’s daughter, it was squashed. The Governor ordered an autopsy which was hurriedly done without the presence of family members and they brought out their own results.
Many years down the line, his family members and close associates still writhe in pains. Bigshark was a finalist in the Ali Baba Spontaneity Show which was due a few weeks away in Lagos, before his life was untimely cut short.
A mult-talented artist, Bigshark led a life directly opposite of the trappings of his calling. He wasn’t given to smoking, body piercings or tattooing, nor wild dressing and drinking.
For some of us, Mohbad’s story is a refreshing of the sores that may last forever; the pain of knowing that we couldn’t even fight for our brother.
