I entered the big hall in search of a bigwig who had fixed me up for a big deal. It was a ceremony where two souls were to be glued in matrimony – a nikah ground outlandishly decorated and conspicuously illuminated with a teeming audience of ecstatic attendees.

I didn’t know where to locate the one I sought. The deafening echo of the giant speakers therein disallowed free flow of telephone communication. In no distant time, I heard: “Ẹ̀yin màmá ẹ sẹ́ḿpẹ́”. That was Ayinde’s lyric, but the style of the one whose voice I was hearing wasn’t in tandem with his.

I curiously looked up to see who the copycat was. Oh! No! He had been rounded up by dancers – men and women extremely mingled up. I went out to a serene corner where I could possibly hear the one I sought on phone to know where he was seated. Thank God! I finally broke through.

I entered for the second time, only to hear: “Yaaaaa Seeeen, wal Qur’aanil Hakeem innaka laminal mursaleeeen…” with a tone typical of someone who must have passed through the four walls of a madrasah. My ears grew wide and I was lost. That was unfathomable. I became more curious to see and know who the daring musician was. “Fuji with Qur’aaaan!” I marveled.

The recitation continued for minutes, lamentably amidst drumming, dancing and gender intermingling. What effrontery! Subhaanallaah! “Who is this shaytan?” I soliloquized.

While the dancers had dispersed for another set to rock the stage, the identity of the “fujician” became unveiled. Lo and behold, it was Ayeloyun! Innaa liLlaahi wa innaa ileihi raaji’uun! Wasn’t he a muslim singer as they sanctimoniously claim?

Was I surprised? No! I only pitied him and those who keep falling for his deceit and that of his ilk believing that they are muslim singers. “Eyin mama e sempe” was sung by Ayinde – a fuji musician. Suuratul Yaa Seeeen was authored by Allah. So what correlation have the two? Any equilibrium between light and darkness?

I have always said it that there is no scintilla of difference between the so called muslim singers and the fuji and juju musicians. They are all fujicians, jujucians alike. The above ugly scenario is an attestation to my donkey-year stance. Distinguishing one from the other is just like differentiating between urine and stool because the former is liquid and the latter solid. Aren’t they waste products?

Ayeloyun – a couple of years ago – had a collaborative album with Osupa who once filthily sang: “Mo lè ṣe ṣìná fẹ́rẹ́fẹ́”. Wasiu Sadeeq had a special release with Alabi Pasuma almost at the same time. What more? Any difference? No!

Ayeloyun recites verses of the Qur’an to deceitfully Islamise his music. Osupa does same, too. He once did a verse from Suratul Baqarah, remember? “Qoola Robbuka lil Malaaikati inni jaa’ilun fil ardi khaleefah…,” he sang. Sikiru Ayinde Barrister did: “Alam nashrah laka sadrak…” Wasiu Sadiq gives untraceable tales falsely attached to Islam in his music. Wasiu Alabi Pasuma does same, too. So, any difference?

The “muslicians” (alternative tag for muslim singers) use female dancers like the fuji musicians. Donning the hijab (with the buttocks and the chests centred towards the camera) to distinguish them from those of the fuji musicians is just a mere deceit. The man called Ere Asalatu who claimed to have taken after Ayefele (a jujucian) practically demonstrated this omen. His dancers were clad in white pair of tiny trousers with small suits to the waist level and skimpy hijabs tucked in the suits. Like Pasuma’s dancers would do; like Wizkid’s, Obesere’s dancers would do, they rolled their buttocks before the cameras dancing as though they were deranged. Could that be Islamic? Even those without Islam know that such isn’t Islamic.

The lady-fujicians parading themselves as muslim singers worsen the omen. The ones with dark complexion have turned their colour into white artificiality. They claim to be representing Islam without being Islamic in their dressing. They wear “ijarun” instead of hijab. They dress up advertising their jewelry which are meant to be covered up under the hijab.


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