Babs Direction

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I started out documenting artistes, their shows, studio sessions and everyday lives before finding my way into music videos. I’ve spent years in that world, and it’s been quite a journey. This year, I challenged myself to explore a different side of filmmaking. It hasn’t been an easy transition, but it’s a journey I’m ready to take. There’s still so much to explore.

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So you saying I’m lying doesn’t even make sense. And you’re still here arguing under my post. The fact that someone called me and spoke to me doesn’t mean that person is incapable of doing anything. And I’m not even saying the person has done anything to me. That’s the point you’re failing to understand. You’re being foolish by assuming that a phone call is proof of someone’s intentions or capabilities. You need to grow up and understand that the world is not as simple as you see it on social media. There are certain rooms you enter, certain conversations you have and certain things you witness that will make you realise how much goes on beyond what you know. I’m not accusing anybody, I’m not scared of anybody, and I’m not asking you to believe anything. I’m simply telling a story. So stop confusing narration with accusation.

I’m not here for your engagement, your views or your support. This is my own story, on my own fucking page. Just like an artist wakes up, picks up a beat and tells his story through music, I’m telling mine here. Something happened in my life, and I’m sharing it. So why would I make up a story just to get the attention of YOU? WHO ARE YOU? Believe it or don’t, that’s your business. But don’t mistake me telling my story for me seeking your validation.

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Before the incident I shared about meeting the man at Republic Bar, something else had happened. When I first spoke about this particular artist, his fans got angry. They went on radio and TV insulting me. But what many people didn’t know was that the artist himself called me around midnight, through the phone of one of his guys ( an artist too) whom I know very well. We spoke, and he told me, “What you said was true, but you should have spoken to me first before coming out publicly.” So whilst you were busy insulting me and defending your God, your God had called me himself to say that what I said was true. YOUR GOD CALLED ME. YOUR GOD SAID I WAS RIGHT.

I bumped into a guy at Republic Bar. It was only the second time we had met. We sat down to talk, and from nowhere he told me, “This particular artist has buried your name.” He said it was because I had the courage to say things to this artist that others were afraid to say. I laughed, but he insisted he was serious. I don’t know if what he told me is true, but he was very certain. And that’s something I’ve been thinking about: sometimes, when you speak up and people realise you’re not afraid to speak, they look for ways to silence you. In our part of the world, people also believe in using spiritual means to destroy others. They won’t come with a gun or a knife. They will call your name, bury your picture and do things they believe can destroy your life. I’m not saying this artist has done that. I don’t know. But these beliefs and practices exist, and people should be careful. I’m not looking for sympathy or engagement. I’m simply saying what happened. I’m already rooted in the earth. How do you bring the earth down? You can never bury a Bawku boy.

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