NOW THAT YINKA ALASEYORI HAS WASTED EVERYONE’S TIME
I honestly don’t know what Adeyinka Alaseyori was thinking. What exactly did she feel was missing that she dared to organize that event?
In a generation happy to drown in auto-tuned choruses, recycled hooks, and lyrics as thin as tissue paper in the rain, here comes one woman who insists on dragging us back to the days of real gospel music.
Imagine the audacity.
Who gave her permission to confront us with our poverty of depth — by parading the very legends we’ve conveniently forgotten? The same legends who laid the foundation on which today’s gospel music only pretends to stand.
I’ll confess: when I first heard about her event, “Celebrating the Legends,” I sharpened my pen like a sword. I was ready to dismiss her as another young singer chasing relevance, using veterans’ names as a cheap ticket for personal branding.
But alas, I watched. And my righteous indignation evaporated like kerosene in the sun.
What I saw was not a circus. Not a vanity project. But a sincere, almost sacred reminder that the giants of gospel music are still here — alive, vocal, wise, and yes, still anointed.
Seeing Ebenezer Obey, Joseph Adelakun (Ayewa), Bola Are, Funmi Aragbaye, Deborah Fasoyin, Dupe Olulana, and others take the stage was like watching time fold in on itself. Their voices may have aged, but their songs carried a weight today’s industry has clearly misplaced.
Where today’s playlists often sound like nightclubs disguised as churches, these legends poured scripture, doctrine, and lived experience into melodies that still pierce the heart.
It was a glorious slap in the face for a generation too easily satisfied with noise, gyration, and rhymes about miracles on credit.
And here’s where Adeyinka deserves her flowers: she chose the narrow road. She honored the forgotten instead of chasing the trending. She gave up the glamour of being center stage for the grace of being a bridge between eras. Few in her shoes would dare it.
Still, let me offer some unsolicited but necessary advice.
Future editions will shine brighter with stronger publicity so the audience reflects the weight of the legends being honored.
A deliberate song plan is essential — playlists agreed on ahead of time, backed by a professional band and trained vocalists who have rehearsed thoroughly. Each legend deserves uninterrupted time on stage. No one should swoop in mid-performance to “assist.” Let the program flow with dignity.
With such adjustments, the event could even draw corporate sponsorship and be commercialized in ways that let the legends earn royalties. A fitting reward for their decades of service.
So yes, forgive me for starting this piece with a dagger 😛.
The truth? Adeyinka Alaseyori did what few have dared to even imagine.
She reminded us of the shoulders we stand on. She called us back to substance over noise.
And for that, she earns my standing ovation.
As for the crop of jokers singing all manner of what-not in the name of “gospel music” — I hope you pause to think. How relevant will your legacies be in a few years? Will anyone invite you back to sing “no be Gandus be dis?” when you are old and spent?
Take your flowers, Yinka. 💐💐💐
©️ Hezekiah Akinrinde
17 September 2025
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