The Bitter Melody of Artist Ingratitude: Chasing Away the Investors' Tune

By Enock Agyepong, Investor, Manager, and Industry Pundit

In the symphony of the music world, where beats pulse like heartbeats and voices soar like wings, a shadow creeps in. It's the sting of ingratitude from artists that silences the flow of funds. Lately, voices like KiDi's rise in song, blaming pundits for scaring off investors. But as one who's poured my soul into this rhythm, as investor, manager, and whisperer of industry truths, let me spin you a different verse. The real discord? Artists who forget the hands that lifted them.

KiDi's Refrain and the Hidden Harmony

KiDi croons, "The way some pundits talk drives away investors." Oh, the pundits' words can clash like off-key notes, sure. But dig deeper into the score, and you'll find the true culprits humming in the background: shaky structures that wobble like unsteady drums, shady practices that twist like tangled chords, and middlemen who snatch the melody's gold before it sings. Yet, the sharpest thorn in an investor's heart? The artist's ungrateful echo.

Picture this: the artist, that star at the center stage, calls the shots in this grand performance. They sip from the well of investment, bask in its glow, then turn away, leaving the giver in the dust. That investor, heart heavy with betrayal's blues, packs up the instruments and seeks a new genre far from music's wild dance. It's a loss that echoes, not just for one, but for the whole orchestra waiting in the wings.

Echoes from the Stage: Tales of Black Sherif and Lasmid

Listen to the recent ballads of heartbreak. Black Sherif's fire and Lasmid's light have lit up the charts, but behind the curtains, investors like Kaywa and Sherif's own guide have tasted the sour note of disloyalty. They gave their all, fueled the dreams, only to watch greed's shadow swallow the gratitude. Now, those weary souls pause, fingers hovering over the strings, wondering if another artist's song is worth the risk. One greedy verse from the few can mute the chorus for the innocent many, closing doors that once swung wide on hopeful hinges.

And the crowd? They sway and cheer for the artist, blind to the investor's quiet rhythm, the pulse that powers every hit. Without that steady beat, the stage goes dark, the mics go silent. Investors are the unseen conductors, weaving talent into gold. Forget them, and the music fades to whispers.

Pundits' Crescendo: More Echo Than Storm

KiDi points the spotlight at pundits, but let's tune that lens. We pundits strum strings of truth, sometimes sharp, to mend the broken melody. Yet investors? We shrug off the chatter like rain on a rooftop until an artist's cold shoulder hits like a dropped bass. It's not the critics' hum that drives us away; it's the personal sting, the ungrateful artist's fading fade-out.

A Lyrical Plea: Rewrite the Song Together

To KiDi, with his golden voice, and all you fellow crooners out there, hear this ballad from the heart: your own notes are the snag in the groove. Build bridges of loyalty, let gratitude flow like a smooth bassline. Across the border in Naija, our brothers and sisters dance to a different, truer rhythm. Loyal to the core, they cradle the hand that feeds, never snapping at the source of their shine. That's the harmony that draws investors back, night after night.

The industry's canvas is vast, painted with potential's vibrant hues. But it takes us all, artists and backers in step, to keep the tempo alive. Lead the way, KiDi, you whose tunes we hum in the streets, whose next tape we crave like fresh air. Show the world a partnership pure as a clear high note. And a warm nod to your brother Kuami Eugene, keeper of that family fire.

Let's harmonize, let's move as one. Turn ingratitude's dirge into a triumphant anthem. The stage awaits our unified song. #VhimMoves