On September 12, 2023, a dynamite falls on the Nigerian musian industry like a dead fresh Leaf: Mohbad! 
By Samuel Afolabi
As if weightier than a dead fresh Leaf, the ground had been shaking and the jungle had begun to grow curious. “The dead fresh Leaf?!”
It was indeed a tragic event that the body of the young but dead Mohbad had to be buried expeditiously by a father who was however ashamed to have witnessed the most tragic event of his life. Abominable, isn’t it?
Yes! But the world cannot just move on, as if the dead fresh leaf has never fallen at all! No one imagines him to be swept under the carpet.
Since that is not how the story should be told in the future, the exhumation of connected real-life scenes must be untied and added to the fact of how it all began.
Of how it all led to the falling of the now-dead fresh leaf.
So they had the keys to the morgue of details of how the wind began but they protested nothing until it led now to the demise and the racket.
This must be interesting. But with the very fast unfolding of impliable stories, some of which may be true, while some merely expressive and manipulative, we will have to agree that there is more to six than seven.
The expressiveness of those implied facts gallantly positions a clarity i.e. the agony and anger which were invoked by the news. Similarly, its manipulating power, however, resides in its intention to compellingly bend every mind to seeing and picking the picture of its own alleged facts!
Likened to the event of a road accident which would have passers-by crowding its blood-wet scene, many would rush to sympathize with both the ghastly and the fatally injured while having nothing to rescue…other than with their pouches of tears and pity.
Others at the scene would surreptitiously do so, searching for the precious valuables of the casualties as well as of the engrossed onlookers.
They will pilfer; like hawks, they will cart riches off the gote and gore of the pathetic victims including the fear-gripped, sullen bystanders.
The guts to make profitable business of greed out of the pain of the though peace-seeking (when he was alive), yet unhelped fresh leaf (till dead and buried) brings me to ask whether this truly is what PEACE is all about?
This therefore drives me to the truth of the above metaphor, where it is vividly described that the real home is empty and everyone has gone to work on fields of selfishness.
