24/08/2026
*RELIGIOUSITY and POPULARITY for Endless PROSPERITY*
To the Yorùbá artist, the Nollywood star,
Listen well from near and far.
The stage lights are bright, the crowd will cheer,
But what of Allah, when He is near?
On the 23rd of August, 2026,
Taiwo Hasan Ògògó answered the call.
No script, no director, no second take —
Death came, and the curtain did fall.
He was here yesterday, acting, laughing, talking.
Today he lies silent, to Allah returning.
O actor, O actress, look and see:
If it can take him, it can take thee.
You claim Islam with tongue and dress,
You say "Bismillah" and "Alhamdulillah".
Yet on screen you bow to idols and trees,
You chant to gods, you play with jinn and keys.
You wear charms for “role protection”,
You consult babalawo for “blockbuster direction”.
You act polytheism for money and fame,
And say "it’s just a role, it’s not the same."
O servant of Allah, hear this truth:
*Shirk has no exception, not for age nor youth.*
Allah says: _"Indeed, Allah does not forgive that partners be associated with Him"_
No clause for “acting”, no excuse for art.
What you do with your body, your mouth, your heart —
Allah records it, every single part.
You cannot wash Haram with “It’s just a job”,
You cannot clean Shirk with “the producer said so”.
The angels do not write “he was acting”
They write what you said, and what you were enacting.
Popularity will fade like morning dew,
Awards will rust, and views are few
When you stand alone in the grave’s narrow room,
No camera, no fans, only your deeds and gloom.
So what is endless prosperity?
Not the Benz, not the house, not the IG.
It is a clean heart, a sound Aqeedah,
Tawheed in your chest, Sunnah in your behavior.
Let Ògògó’s passing be a mirror, not just a headline.
Let his silence preach louder than any film.
For we all will face that same stage one day —
The stage of the grave, where no one can play.
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