Letter To Mohbad

Dear Imole,

Your killers will never know peace.
Your father is wearing your clothes,
Your wife refused to do DNA
Your mother said your Dad is not your father 😭😭😭😭
Your “son” is calling Daddy, your wife said call Mama.
Your younger brother is singing some of your music that he got Talent
Your friends continue to leech on your behalf still , refusing to confess.
Your friendenemies are still active.
Your money and property is still being fought for, one of the reasons dey paayin you.
Your music is the hit songs across the length and breath of the country

You remember Portable that rascal from Sango, he said, Imole ni won lee pa, won le paa Ogo… You should have added ImoleOgo perhaps, you wouldn’t have sojourn to the abstract world

I am writing to abridge you information back home
What a shameless family you come from. “(Inunu ikoko dudu , ni eko funfun ti jade)”.

You are too slow to retailate. Haba I was thinking Spirit have powers. Na for your turn I believe says nothing like spirit.
I assure you sha, Edumare go se idajo
Rest In Peace Imole 😭😭😭😭