Falz narrates an incident where he almost lost his life as he was shot at by armed robbers on his way to a show.
Performing at the Becoming Falz The Bahd Guy, TraceLive Event, rapper Falz while detailing his journey so far in the industry also shared an experience of how he came face to face with death on his way to Benin City for an event.
”This was in November 2013, after I had just gotten my first 1M Naira cheque for a performance, we had travelled to Abuja for a wedding where we performed and that was the first time I was being paid an amount that huge, then we had to go to Benin for Industry Nite.
There was no plane on ground, so me and my guys had to do a road trip all the way to Benin City.
On our way, we were asleep at the back when we woke to a loud sound, apparently it was the sound of a bullet, there were three guys ahead of us and they kept shooting at the car.
One of the bullets hit our driver right in the face and he died, but his legs were on the accelerator, so the car kept moving but it veered off the main road and crashed straight into a ditch, we all thought that was the end.
It took us some minutes to regain consciousness, as someone was knocking on our door, as I managed to crawl out of the car thinking the person came to help, the next thing we heard was, ”Where is the money?”
We kept hearing gunshots everywhere, but we were later rescued and taken to the hospital,” he says, showing scars on his body that still bore memories of the incident.
Falz also announced the signing of talented singer, Sir Dauda to his Bahd Guy music label at the event.
Edafe Okporo tells the story of his near death experience
Edafe Okporo, born 27 years ago in Warri, Delta State, who works with the LGBTQ+ community, narrates his ordeal in the hands of a mob who called him a faggot and wanted him dead.
He was assaulted in his home state, after picking up his NYSC call-up letter in Enugu, and heading back to Delta.
He arrived Asaba late in the night and decided to sleep in the motor park. A friend of his, however, provided accommodation in his home.
“The address he sent me was in Ibuzor, Delta State, a town very close to Asaba but not actually in Asaba. I got off the bus, which took about fifteen minutes from Asaba to Ibuzor, and called him. He sent an Okada to pick me up. The guy on the motorcycle drove me into the dark—as usual, a small community with no electricity and with few lampstands—but my mind was not troubled because that was a usual setting in most Nigerian villages” he recounted.
It was a trap. “Then the next sound I heard was a slap in my face. ‘Hey, get down from the Okada, bloody faggot.‘” A gang of four men used sticks to beat him and threw stones at him also.
“I was not afraid because I thought, I have met my doom. This would be the last day my parents would see me, my family who was happy that the last child had broken the curse and was going for NYSC. All hope of my family having a child with a college degree had been lost because of my identity” said Edafe Okporo.
After beating him, they pushed him to the road for a truck to run him over. The leader of the gang left him with these words “This will teach him a very good lesson, bloody faggot.” he says.