NoMoreLoss…was he NoMoreMissed?

It’s really sad to think that NoMoreLoss is no more. When a colleague broke the news to me on Monday, I couldn’t help but sing his classic- Iyawo asiko. Talk about a fine song delivered in a fine voice by a fine man. Good music any day, that’s what he was known for.

What’s even sadder is the battle of words going on among celebrities regarding his death. It began with Lepacious Bose (or shall we call her Slimacious Bose now that she’s slim) when she posted about all the ‘fakeness’ in the industry, how everyone is putting up ‘internet-downloaded-pictures’ of the deceased when they didn’t have his number on their phones or ask about him when they stopped seeing him at events. Of course there have been responses, Zaaki Azzay (the torch light guy that used to be a big deal) posted back online and Yaw responded via his radio show saying people cannot respond to things they don’t know. In his opinion, the people around NoMoreLoss should have reached out for help and Nigerians would have rallied round. Funny that when MI was explaining in his song that even celebrities are human beings with their own problems too, he was talking to Nomoreloss who had then accused the industry of abandoning OJB.

Unfortunately, this lost love is not just among fellow celebrities, even the fans are not loyal. The moment they hear the ‘sare wagba’ dance hall beat of the young young guys now running the show, they forget the guys whose music made the show worth running. From ‘baba nla’ to ‘lowo’ to ‘duro’, it seems like there are too many hits to shake to. Hence, we have no time to reflect or remember, that’s the shame of our generation.

Yes, he was on your dp for one hour on Monday or Tuesday and you probably googled him when you heard the news, but that’s where it ended. As far as entertainment is concerned, it will appear like NoMoreLoss is NoMoreMissed, a testament of the great talents we have lost in our craze for noise and ‘new-acts’

Our condolences go out to his wife and family, for the great man that he was, NoMoreLoss will without doubt be greatly missed.

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