IMOLE (LIGHT): THE DARK MUSIC WORLD CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 4
Blood was the content of the cup. My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
I and the other guy both looked at each other but again I felt desperate because the thought of going back to my old ways of living kept banging my heart and so without further delays, I collected the cup and drank from it.
The other guy kept looking at the cup and then he also drank from it and I could see his lips red from the blood.
The room erupted with great shout of joy and we all hugged each other and at that moment, nothing was more important to me than the fact that I won’t suffer anymore, I won’t go hungry any more, my family will kick-start a new life of freedom from poverty and suffering.
We agreed to the covenants and then we ate and drank a lot. Some others were busy getting high via hard substances. They invited me but I really wasn’t ready for that kind of thing. My mind was only on my music and the money I will make from it.
We finished that night and then I returned home the next morning. I and my father sat down together and then he began to advice me.
He told me to always make sure my music speaks to the heart of people and that I shouldn’t copy other musicians but to make my own unique.
He also said that my lyrics should speak about myself and good life.
“One day, I want us to do a collaboration together”
That statement made me happy. Of cause I learnt music from my father. We were even able to do a gospel song today one certain time and we surely did it in hunger.
My father loves music and has really done a good job of training me in music.
My phone rang and then I was called to the studio to get prepared for the recording of my first song. I rushed and went to the studio. The studio was inside the building.
We successfully finished the recording of the song, although it was stressful but it made sense. I sat down to check out what will happen next but then I got the shock of my life.
I saw a guy came in sharply and then he whispered something to the ears of THE BOSS.
The Boss called me and then I was given a bag. The bag was truly heavy as my hand dropped because I didn’t expect it to be that heavy.
“Boss, what is inside this bag? E heavy o!”
“You don’t need to worry about what is inside. My driver will take you to a junction, you guys will meet another black Jeep. Give the guy in the black jeep the bag and then come back”
Mehn! The back was really heavy but thank God I didn’t walk with it. We arrived at the spot and then I gave the guy the bag. He kept looking at me as if I was a criminal.
He opened the bag. I tried to stretch my neck to see what was inside but I could only see black leathers with a boxed shape thing inside the leader. The guy raised his head and then I quickly turned away into the car and then we drove off.
“I got the message. Well done bro” the boss said to me but I didn’t reply, I just smiled like a shy person and walked into the studio where I kept running around some music that I wrote before I signed the contract.
After some few music from me, the boss noticed that I was good at writing music and so he approached me.
“Listen Imole, I’ve seen and noticed that you are very good at how you flare up your music (he noticed that I wasn’t following and then he smiled) I meant you are good at writing music. You see, the kind of music we do is new to this society and so we need to make it good so that we can sustain it over a long period of time. Can you do me a favour?”
“Anything for you boss”
“Be our Music writer alongside your own career. You will get benefits from it, I promise”
That offer sounded nice and so I accepted it and I began writing about 80 to 90% of the songs in that record label.
Things were flourishing, money was coming in. My family could then eat three square meals. No more landlord wahala. We were good. We were very, very good and then a thought came to me one night regarding the settings of my family.