I’ve slapped several policemen, Seun Kuti confesses in video

Seun Kuti, the enigmatic Afrobeat star, finds himself enveloped in a tempestuous storm, as a captivating new video surfaces, revealing his unabashed bravado in slapping several police officers.

The dark clouds of trouble gather ominously around him, casting a shadow over his once-celebrated persona.

Though the exact chronology of this incendiary footage remains elusive, Seun‘s voice resounds with defiant pride as he unabashedly recounts his audacious exploits. With a firm command of pidgin, he mocks those officers who seek refuge in social media to rationalize their own mistreatment. His words, sharp as a double-edged sword, pierce the air with scorn, challenging their very existence. “Some of una police go slap una, una go come Instagram to explain. You know how many police I don tear slap?” he taunts.

The whispers that circulate amidst this swirling tempest paint a damning portrait of Seun’s audacity. They claim that he derives his impunity from the legacy of his father, the legendary Fela Kuti. Yet, in the midst of his audacious revelry, Seun casts a thought-provoking question into the wind. “You no know to say na because Jesus be God pikin e fit die for you? You must know who you are before you make your move. So, I make my move because I know who I am…”

As the tempest gains momentum, the powers that be, represented by the stern countenance of the Police Service Commission, issue a stern decree. Seun’s fate is sealed, his arrest ordered, and the call for prosecution resonates with an unyielding tone. The weight of his actions bears down upon him like a suffocating shroud.

Hours pass, and the tumultuous winds of fate carry Seun to a place of reflection. In a somber moment, he emerges, his demeanor resolute, bearing the scars of a troubled soul. His voice, tinged with both resignation and defiance, reaches out to those who would listen. He weaves a tapestry of words, offering insight into the cauldron of emotions that fueled his audacious outburst.

“He tried to kill me and my family,” he proclaims, unflinching in his resolve. The echoes of fear reverberate within his words, resonating with the specter of a perilous encounter. The weight of the evidence, the proof that he holds close, tugs at the frayed threads of justice. Yet, in a surprising turn of events, Seun, with a flicker of compassion, chooses a path less traveled.

“I have agreed not to press charges,” he states firmly, extending an olive branch amidst the tempest. A glimmer of empathy graces his weary countenance, reminding the world of his humanity. “Make una mind una business make the poor guy no lose him job,” he implores, a testament to the compassion that lingers in the recesses of his embattled soul.