On Christmas morning, Wizkid and Davido, Africa’s most prominent and loved musicians, publicly ended their beef. Christmas turkey has never tasted so delicious. We didn’t have the three wise men riding camels in Lagos. There was no Eastern star which we would have followed. All the virgins were at home sleeping, with no divine conception and census dragging them to the smell of horses in a manger. But down here in Nigeria, love came down at Christmas, and it was all because of Wizkid.How could you explain the happiness, the good cheer, the laughter, the screams of delight, the wave of pleasure that washed over us at Eko Convention Center,
if it wasn’t what Christmas ought to be about? How can we all feel so good on Jesus’ birthday, when Wizzy wasn’t the reason for the season? It feels surreal that on Christmas Day, I will be writing about Wizkid and all the good works of his concert, but boy, it was worth it.Wizkid: The Concert’ wasn’t just a show. It was a symbolic gathering of Nigerians who love music.
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