Rapper, Olamide Shares The Pros & Cons Of Fame, Money & Power Reveals It's Intoxicating

Nigerian rapper, Olamide Adedeji, has shared the pros and cons of having fame and being wealthy.

The record label boss took to the microblogging platform Twitter to reflect on the adverse effects of fame power and money in the music industry on musicians.

According to baddo, money fame and power are very intoxicating.

He went ahead to as well pray for God’s help for him and his colleagues.

The ‘Motigbana’ crooner wrote:

“Fame, money, power. Too intoxicating….

make God de help all of us.”

See screenshot of his post below:

Posted: at 26-02-2022 09:38 AM (3 years ago) | Addicted Hero

In the couple of years after Grad school, I was back in a "hated it" zone. Similar to post-college, I was in yet another new city, working in a firm that helped companies transition from old to new ownership. As a result, I was rarely at the mid-west home office and I would spend 3-4 months at hotels and businesses around the country before moving to the next one.

I learned along the way that wherever I was, there was a certain "stigma" if you didn't participate in Halloween festivities. I was amazed that people would get angry and aggressive just because you weren't that into a holiday that wasn't really a holiday. So, at some point, I came up with the most passive-aggressive "non-costume costume" I could. One year, I purchased a simple Superman t-shirt - one that was blue with his old-school "S" logo in the middle. The only thing was that the material was like an Under Armor stretchy material, so that the shirt was tighter than usual on me. Being in my late-20s, I still had the body and muscles to pull of the look.

I then bought a pair of thick-rimmed glasses with clear lenses. Each year, I would simply throw on my usual business suit, unbutton the shirt and tie with the t-shirt underneath. Add the glasses and some hair gel to get one of my curls to fall to mid-forehead and voila - I was Clark Kent hiding his alter ego! For me, it was an easy costume that kept people off my back but basically allowed me to wear my regular clothes.

On the year of this story, I was working at the company's home office. It was in a downtown high-rise in the mid-west that was part of a larger complex that housed shops, restaurants, offices and a hotel. The owner of our company was either an investor or on the board for the complex, so we would often get small requests to help or support some of the other businesses that normally couldn't afford our services. I think it was some sort of "giving back" that Mr. Williamson did to support local businesses.
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The week before Halloween (which was on a Friday that year) we all got an internal memo saying that the one of the bars downstairs was inviting all our employees to their annual Halloween bash. The bar was one of those late-90s franchises that was made to look retro - even though it was all manufactured and meticulously planned by marketing and branding teams. They were waiving any cover for all of us and giving us tickets that were valid for free drinks. Because the bar was the usual post-work meeting spot on Thursday nights anyway, the buzz among our employees started immediately with anticipation.

Whenever I was asked about going by coworkers, I would either dodge the question or give a non-committal response. I was swayed on Thursday when I was approached in the break room by a couple of coworkers, Lizzy and Claudia. Lizzy and I had worked together a few months previously for a client in Virginia. Her specialization was in IT and system migrations, while I was on the operations side. She was a tiny brunette with short, frizzy hair and a compact frame. She wore little makeup but was attractive in a "natural" way. Claudia, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She was of Spanish decent (and pronounced her name with a "juh" sound in the middle, making her even more exotic) with a mane of dark brown hair with blond highlights. She was always perched on high heels and dressed like she stepped off a fashion runway. Her skirts danced on the line of "work appropriate" and her blazers did just enough to conceal the set of tits that were under her tight tops. She wore makeup that seemed like it was professionally applied to highlight her blazing eyes and pouty lips.

Claudia was in sales and if I'm being honest, drove me crazy when I first met her. She was demanding, could be rude, and spoke to everyone like they were slightly beneath her. The facts were that she backed it all up by bringing in high-priced clients that kept us all employed. Somewhere along the way, she and I formed a strange alliance in meetings: maybe because we were similar in age and experience, maybe because I didn't fall into her web of charms. We formed a mini twentysomething alliance and had developed a flirty, sarcastic banter over time, too.

When Lizzy asked if I was going to the party, I threw out my usual "I'm not sure. It'll be a game-day decision." That earned me an eye-roll from my work friend.

"Oh stop it with your 'I hate Halloween' crap." She scolded. "Everyone is going, it's right downstairs at the usual spot."

"Wait" interrupted Claudia, "Why do you hate Halloween?" I didn't miss her stare aimed at me.

"Like I've told everyone. I just don't like it. I think it's another excuse for people to get dressed up and drink. It's great for kids, but I just think the whole thing is overblown at this point."

Lizzy piped up, "Well, hate to break it to you, champ. But it sounds like Mr. Williamson and the owner of the franchise are trying to get the parent corporation as a client, so he is strongly suggesting that we all make an appearance. I guess one of the Regional VPs is going to be checking in on the location."
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"Yes, so if we're getting dressed up in silly costumes on a Friday night to go to a bar we always go to, so are you." Claudia said. "Besides, I bet you could hook up with one of the girls from Logistics. I see the way they look at your ass when you walk through their area."

As they walked away, I laughed and said, "I'm calling HR and reporting you!"

"Good." Replied Claudia. "Tell them this, too." And she proceeded to show me a very well-manicured middle finger as she walked away.

It turned out that Lizzy was right. Mr. Williamson sent all the managers a 'strong suggestion' that we stop by the event to show the owner and VP our support. That night, I dug out my t-shirt and glasses and grabbed some gel to fix my hair for the party. Worried that the costume would be a bit too subdued for the event, I called Lizzy on her cell phone.

"Hey, weird question." I started. "Do you or the either of the kids have a red Superman cape by any chance?" I explained that I wanted a peek of something more as part of my costume and I figured she was my best chance.

"Ironically, I do." She said. "It's actually an adult Supergirl cape. Will that work under your suitcoat?"

"Yup. Perfect!" I replied. "I'm not taking it from you am I? I don't want to mess up your costume."
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"No. It's fine. It's technically my costume, but I'm not wearing it for Halloween."

Posted: at 17-10-2022 09:17 AM (2 years ago) | Newbie