EDITORIAL

At the end of any television programme that is a Wale Adenuga’s Production, it is always displayed boldly on the screen that: “We are nothing but pencil in the hands of the creator.” No wonder the greatest English writer of all times, William Shakespeare said “Like flies to the wanton boys, so are we to the gods, they use us for their toys.” These two quotes basically tell one that human beings are chiefly not free-agents. We are like toys in the hand of the Most High (even though some people claim to be the only captain coasting the ship of their own life).
This week’s editorial is not meant to be a sermon. It has been given wings to fly by some events which surpass the intellect of human beings that have been happening in a number of weeks. We all would agree that this life is transient. Thus, we are all traders in the market of life. No matter how splendid the market is, home will always be home. It took every lover of Dagrin by surprise when the news broke on the social networking sites—twitter and facebook that the artiste was dead. Dagrin is the Nigerian rapper that makes fine lines by creatively using the Yoruba language.
News had earlier-on broke that the artiste was involved in a ghastly motor accident. He was said to have drove his car into an immobile truck. Reports also had it that he was discharged from the hospital. But to the surprise of all, on the night of Friday, 23rd April, 2010, it was confirmed that Dagrin had bade the world a goodbye. This was confirmed by his family.
When he had just begun to climb the ladder of musical success, death came and snatched him. He had only bagged a very few number of awards. What a bright future beamed for Dagrin! But he never got there. It is even very sad that we have to refer to him in past tense. It is amazing how promising musicians get snatched by the cold hands of death. Most of us still clearly remember that this same timid death was the one that untimely snatched Michael Jackson from the world. Death, where is thy sting?
It is reported from some quarters that Barrack O’Grin (one of his many aliases) was under the influence of alcohol when the accident happened. As expected, many speculations would arise whenever a popular person dies because when paupers die, comets are not heard but the heavens announce the death of princes. Some have laid the blame for his death on Dagrin, himself because he sang in one of his songs what will happen if he dies. Some other have pinned it down to the handiwork of some witch somewhere.
No matter what the reason people might postulate as par the death of Dagrin, the point remains that he is dead. Some religionist might like to inquire if he is now in heaven or in hell. Anyways, it is not in the place of any human being to judge another. The point to be learnt is that death can come like a thief in the night. Therefore, live today as if it will be your last. LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST. BE THE BEST THE BEST COULD EVER BE. Above all, always remember that we are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator.
Mahatma
Editor-in-chief