LETTER TO TOPE ALABI

 

LETTER TO TOPE ALABI


The mount that speaks honey

The voice that sounds melodious

The tongue that wag peace

Who endowed you with grace

Even in your experimental disgrace

Yester-years speak your struggle

When you are lipping from pillar to polls

Just to make a living

Yes, we noticed errors engulfed your suit

Bloomer chorus alongside with you

Deceit mounts the stage with you

With your innocent mind, you played along

Yet you pen is often spilling the ink

I mean the ink that stains and starched us to you

Tope, Please, tell me the truth!

Who is dictating your lines of song to you?

Even when you compose for secular

You never expected it in dollar

 

In the realm of your melodies divine

 You turn a beacons’ shine

Your voice is a vessel of pure and factual singing

A tale of faith in every hue

With notes that soar like prayers on high

It lift our spirits to the sky

Lyrics woven with threads of grace

Your stage, your pulpit, your songs are like psalms

Echoing through souls like a soothing balm

In rhythm and rhyme the spirit flows

A gospel artist of our time, your passion glows

In every of your chord, the truth is heard

 A symphony of faith, your voice does crest

 

ORE TI O COMMON became common in our earing

And from the background of sound track

Your silhouette receives the light that revealed the realness of

Tope Alabi

I can’t mention your success without mentioning the creative mind

Of SOJI ALABI

We thought your days of shinning were numbered

Because fame will soon frame your mind

Your eyes will be beclouded with fame

Your ears will be so noisy

And Your ink will have no strength again to stain the brain

Your flow will grow wag

But you got us disappointed, your ink is ever stained

Your flow is ever green

 

With your local Yoruba dialect

You cant win the race if you go foreign

Kape laye, kajaye ife titi, koni ki aye gbo

Even with your fame, you frame the words

Your song is local, yet you have the vocal

I mean in my local dialect YORUBA

No wonder they call you the queen of YORUBA

 

You are worthy, you are worthy of our praise

If Ewe ati Egbon made your foundation

I bet you, you might have long gone

Why? There are expiring date for their potency

After the saga with AJANAKU

You still stand your like ROCK

It obvious you are just a victim of ignorance

Because your lyrics echo heavenly grace

It paint a portrait of sacred space

It notes uplift like prayers on wigs

Through trials and triumphs, the music unfolds

A testament of faith in stories untold

In your rhythm of hymns, souls find solace

A soothing balm in moments of hatred

Your gift is a blessing, it goes beyond EWE ATI EGBO

Since 2001 till date

For 24 years, you are still reigning

You will reign forever

And you will not miss heaven in Jesus name. Amen

This is my letter to Tope Alabi

 

Written and composed by

Abiola OlaOluwa

Poet & Author

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

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