Article written by renowned entertainment journalist and PR consultant, Ayeni Adekunle. Enjoy...
My mom never really liked Zinno Orara. She liked the artist, his work, just like everyone else. But the man?
‘That boy is a braggart’, she would say, as music blasted from Bro Zinno’s Volvo. Often Lucky Dube; almost always reggae or soul.
But as he rolled up his windows and stepped out of the car, I imagined the girls peeping from their windows, ogling his huge shoulders and boyish face. They certainly loved the loud music, theblue Volvo, the man who drove it, his stutter, his sprinting walk.