First lady must stop flirting with bored Davido
Being only Davido, the first lady’s ambassador came, planted a tree at Mgona, graced M-Cinema, clubbed like he wanted, nested at Sunbird Capital, forgot the price hotels entail and assaulted guards only happy to do their job of ensuring not even Davido gets away without settling the bills.
Good people, it is not surprising Malawians will remember Davido’s recent visit more for a simple “BORED” than any hit that make him a self-crowned Africa’s No.1.
He was bored.
Except the raging that welcomed the sullen-faced photograph of the Nigerian musician’s bedridden frame on the Facebook Page IamDavido appeared to suggest the wrath and loathe of all Malawians was on him.
But Malawi is bigger than the social media. Away from the virtual village of Facebook, visitors rarely leave the Warm Heart of Africa more bored than they come.
Given the red-carpet treatment, a bored Davido looked nostalgic, just sick and tired of life away from home or wary of a pending battle of bills served to him at the gates of Sunbird Capital.
It is incredible how a warm-blooded young man of his fame and dime got BORED having been spotted with such bubbly babes as firebrand dancehall queen Wendy Harawa and Big Brother Africa finalist Sipe during his rumble under the blinking lights of Lilongwe. All after restoring smiles on the faces of vulnerable children dying for the comfort that awaited the Nigerian Justin Beiber at Sunbird Capital soon after the screening of the film Spirits of the Assassin at M-Cinema?
Bored? The boring thing about the new buzzword is not that the trending bore-in-chief claimed to be really bored, but he ended up boring even people with no idea what he was high on.
Having manhandled security personnel at Sunbird Capital in Lilongwe, the superstar confirms what a hideous character First Lady Gertrude Mutharika has engaged as goodwill ambassador of her Beautify Malawi (Beam) Trust. Shame he is still hogging this eminence having failed to conduct himself as a responsible friend of Malawi.
Flown in by M-Cinema or/and Go Green Initiative, Davido was not an unknown in the middle of nowhere. He certainly knew he was a continental celebrity in a country where the president’s wife expects the very best of him to beautify her [trust’s] name. Not scandals.
Being only Davido, the first lady’s ambassador came, planted a tree at Mgona, graced M-Cinema, clubbed like he wanted, nested at Sunbird Capital, forgot the price hotels entail and assaulted guards only happy to do their job of ensuring not even Davido gets away without settling the bills.
Just like that, the artist who got the ambassadorial role local artists deserve soiled his own reputation like a headless chicken—and it is astonishing how he slipped through the fingers of the law enforcers who reportedly fired in the air to halt his Nollywood-style escape.
Elsewhere, violent visitors are arrested, tried by competent courts, fined, reminded about their responsibilities and committed to obligatory anger management classes.
But Davido got his VVIP flight home after the PR crisis that only required his aides to engage their hosts on the bills. All was supposed to be history before he finished typing BORED, but he chose to go kicking and screaming like street savage high on cheap distils.
