The Dumbass Musician whose ignorance of basic human rights almost turned him into a moronic self snitching kidnapper

The Ripple Effect of History

While the story you're about to read is absurdly humorous on the surface, it is about the most serious issue from my school of thought. The protagonist’s behavior is not an isolated anomaly but a symptom of a broader cultural distortion—one that can be traced back to centuries of exploitation and upheaval. For 500 years, Africa served as the world’s food basket through the transatlantic slave trade, a period that disrupted and atrophied indigenous systems of governance and societal norms. 

What masquerades today as “traditional” African culture often bears the scars of this disturbance: a dysfunctional hybrid of authentic practices and colonial impositions.

In ancient times, African societies were known for their sophisticated governance, egalitarianism, and community-oriented values. The Yoruba, in particular, were celebrated for their rich philosophical traditions and intricate social systems. 

The idea of a leader holding people’s travel documents as blackmail would have been alien to my ancestors. 

But centuries of external domination and internalized oppression have left many Africans grappling with a fragmented sense of identity and warped notions of authority.

The name of this clown is deliberately withheld out of compassion —a man whose ignorance of fundamental human rights almost turned him into a self reporting kidnapper, smuggler, or trafficker. This is not just the story of the dude's folly but also  its hinting at or a reflection of deeper cultural malaise that demands dismantling and analysis.

Born and raised in a small Yoruba village in Nigeria, our protagonist was an illiterate but naturally gifted musician. His rise to prominence was as meteoric as it was improbable. Despite earning no formal education, his raw talent and infectious charisma earned him a place at the helm of an all-Nigerian band. When the opportunity suddenly came to tour the USA, it seemed like a dream come true for the group. However, what happened during their American tour was more Kafkaesque comedy than musical triumph.

The Passport Problem

The trouble started when band members—all adults—started resisting the musician’s increasingly erratic demands. He had grown accustomed to being the unquestioned authority in their small circle. Back in Nigeria, cultural norms and entrenched hierarchies often meant that subordinates were expected to obey without question. However, the band members, now on foreign soil and emboldened by their exposure to a different environment, decided to assert their autonomy and most basic human rights or animal rights for that matter in civilized sectors of earth.

Their rebellion infuriated the musician, who believed he was entitled to their obedience and lives as indentured glamoured slaves. His response? He confiscated their passports as leverage, effectively holding them hostage. He assumed this was a reasonable course of action—after all, in his understanding of leadership, disobedience warranted punishment.

What he did next was even more astonishing. Convinced of his righteousness, he marched into a U.S. police station and demanded that the authorities compel his bandmates to comply with his orders. He explained that he was their “leader” and had taken their passports to ensure discipline. To his bewilderment, the American police officer, struggling to process what was being admitted, stared at him in disbelief.

The Cop’s Dilemma

Here was a man, speaking with unwavering conviction, openly admitting to what could be construed as kidnapping or human trafficking under U.S. law. The officer, accustomed to dealing with hardened criminals and cunning liars, was completely unprepared for this level of naivety. After a long pause, he asked, “Let me get this straight. You took their passports? And you want us to force them to listen to you?”

“Yes! They are my band,” the musician replied indignantly. “In my country, they must respect me!”

The officer, biting back laughter, leaned back in his chair and muttered to himself, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” 

Then, aloud, he said, “Sir, that’s not how things work here.  

You, 

all of you are Adults, you can’t just take people’s passports and then stroll to a cop station like a show-horse-at the Grand 'ole opry  asking the police to punish them, then force them to comply with your order afterwards.” 

[ Gigging while thinking of jailhouse '?' post gig?  NUTS for starters.]

The musician’s confusion deepened. “Why not? They are mine. I brought them here to Murka!”

At this point, the officer decided that this was enough and wasn’t a matter for the local police. He concluded that the best course of action was to let the band sort out their internal squabbles back in Nigeria. 

“Look, buddy, this sounds like a cultural misunderstanding. You’re not in trouble......................... yet.  But if your band-mates file a complaint, [theft, forced labor ] you’re going to have a rodeo of a bad time in Chi-town [ Chicago ] . 

My advice? Give them their passports back and figure this out when you’re home.” End of story.

The continuous pursuit and application of empathy and knowledge will reduce our savage, extremely cruel yet '' the norm'' in many place reality status.

But this case is suggestive of the urgent need for introspection and reform or we will continue to distance ourselves from any basic human potential applicable across board, on a planet of 8 Billion and still rising self determined at best competitors for resources and at worst adversarial passionate lovers of ''self'' .

 The musician’s actions, while laughable in it's idiotic naivety, point to a deeper malaise that must be addressed. It's perhaps not completely accurate or honest to dismiss such behavior as individual ignorance; it must be understood as the product of a historical and cultural context.

Africa gave civilization to the world, but the ripple effects of enslavement have left many of its people estranged from their own history and values. The challenge now is to dismantle the dysfunctional systems masquerading as authentic culture and to rebuild a sense of identity rooted in genuine African heritage which I suggest is not completely lost, though many might be convinced to the contrary i'd say their motivation might be laziness or perhaps lack of funded research by the supposed elites and Oil drilling oligarchs from this sector.

The musician, for his part, reportedly took the officer’s advice to heart and vowed never to return to the USA again, at least never to meddle with passports in basic human rights appreciating, truly understanding countries be they in Africa, Europe, USA or wherever even hell. 

"Whether he  [ the Illiterate/ Dumbass Musician ]  truly understood the lesson remains unclear, but at least the officer who attended to him at the U.S. police station was not a potential Black-hating, venomous, anti-African migrant white nationalist or KKK sympathizer. Had he been, this situation would have undoubtedly resulted in a different outcome."