Farooq Oreagba became an instant celebrity at the last Ojude Oba festival held at Ijebu Ode.
There has been a deluge in the commentaries on the impressive visuals emanating from the last celebrations. Some negative reactions have also come out, expectedly.
I am not really fascinated by these impressions as the underlying organisational acumen and energy invested in the programme which was adjudged a huge success by all fair standards. I reject Islam and all its pretensions to morality and peace.
I am particularly interested in the iconic image of the 2024 Ojude Oba, Farooq Oreagba. I never heard of him until now.
Some funny hypocrites appear displeased with his tattoo and cigar, not unexpectedly. They even hint at the issue of role models and suggest, subtly, the prudish hypocrisy of the Pentecostal scammers and their fanatical kindreds on the other divide of the two imported strains of aberrant spirituality.
I am drawn to people like Farooq Oreagba for being real. I abhor the deceitful mien of lying spiritual scammers, particularly on the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, and elsewhere. I cannot stand the idiocy of the Osuka-bearing hedonists among the Yoruba people.
I stopped smoking for a while now. I see myself grabbing a Cigar again in solidarity with the courage and industry of this man who has been through a life-threatening situation and is back stronger and determined to live his life as he chooses.
Farooq Oreagba has raised the bar on comportment and originality at the Ojude Oba annual celebrations. Let all those who disagree with him go to their villages to organise their brands. They can also join the buffoons who welcomed Akanbi, the ex-convict of Iwo.
You criticise a man who spends his money and does not swindle the gullible, to our knowledge, because your head is not correct.
