An Open Letter To Bahati And Willy Paul

Willy…Willy….Willy.. Na Bahati tena. Come here you two boys. Sit down. What’s wrong with you? Let me start with you Bahati. Ni barua ngapi umeandika kwa njia ya muziki? I don’t care. Let me right one to you today ‘kwa njia ya blog.’ Why do you keep crying and complaining all the time? How old are you? Five? It’s like you are about to rewrite the book of Lamentations.

You see there are three kinds of men in this world. There are real men, there are men with ‘umama’ and there are men with ‘utoto’. Unfortunately you have created a new category of men who have ‘utoto’ and ‘umama’ at the same time.

You are a revolting human being. You spend almost every waking second of your life spewing, ‘writing novels’ on Facebook or encouraging bigoted hated towards other artists. You keep saying Willy Paul has done this and that to you. Whether he indeed does ‘this and that’ to you is something we cannot know for sure but why not solve your issues with him personally? What’s your point of letting the public know? What do you want? Sympathy? I kinda agree with the conception that you are conducting an unorthodox to bring your brothers down in order to appear as the pure one. You are a pathetic schemer. I find myself frothing with rage at your nasty, spiteful deeply prejudiced and almost inflammatory accusations,

Your fans worship you like you are the Lord Himself and this has made you big-headed. You always have them eating out of the palm of your hand. Some of us know the real you though. You might look like an innocent choirboy but Lucifer lurks within. Man up.

Now to you Willy Paul. After yesterday’s incident, I would have been on your side, but I am sitting on the fence on this issue. You haven’t made it easy for anyone to bestow trust upon you. In fact you are more controversial than all the secular artistes at the moment. What’s in this for you? Fame or the ministry? All you care about is being a superstar and not a messenger of God.

You steal songs, you break girls hearts left, right and center, you dress like an aspiring pimp. Like what the f*ck dude? Your barbaric thirst for controversy and mayhem knows no apparent limits. And your shock value grows daily. There’s no doubt that you are successful and you deserve our praise no matter how much that sticks in our gullets. In show business, it’s really important to be unpredictable. You Willy Paul know how to be unpredictable. You have been, boxed, cornered and pigeonholed but you still managed to come out on top. But adding a good image to your talents will help you a lot. Or maybe just going secular.

You see, the problem with being a controversial artiste is that when it finally reaches that time when you are past your peak and can no longer make good music, haters will shit all over you and guess what? There’l be nothing you can do about it. Ask people like Prezzo.

Maybe the gospel industry needs to be abolished all together. Or better yet, regulated. It has just become a nauseating, backslapping genre where pretenders queue up to pay unctous tribute to themselves. The voices of so many false prophets are clamoring for our attention. Some come knocking on your door. Some speak to you from your television screens or your radios. Some come offering everything from a new version of Scripture to a new vision for which they need your money

In first Corinthians verses 10 and 11, Peter infers that people who use God’s word for personal gain are just like the men of Sodom and Gomorrah. They hay, the same characteristics: they “indulge the flesh in its corrupt desires and despise authority. Daring, self–willed, they do not tremble when they revile angelic majesties . . . ” Yet, Peter continues, “. . . angels who are greater in might and power do not bring a reviling judgment against them before the Lord.” But let us not forget what the apostle said about them in verse 3, ” . . . their judgment from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep.”

Willy Paul and Bahati, you two should style up or quit the gospel industry altogether to allow righteous people to thrive. We won’t miss you. Where are the Christina Shushos of the 254? Those are the kind of people we need. Not cry babies and scandalous pricks. Thank you

Yours sincerely

Etemesi