Today is King Sarkodie’s birthday; he affectionately calls himself King Sark, a Ghanaian rapper who has managed to climb up the slippery pit of hopelessness of his kind without the aid of any social ladder, but his own creative words.
Arguably, before the eruption of Sarkodie, Twi rap in Ghana was very much of a local delicacy, restrained by the border of language such that you would at the time hardly catch a “genuine alien” jamming to Twi rap—-except if that person was Yaa Broni.
Today, his creative excellence which lights itself with ease on a good beat has broken the artificial glass ceiling, making him a frontrunner in Ghana’s export of Twi rap to the world.
His lyrical dexterity and admirable diction cannot be undermined anytime he’s on a true Hip hop beat, a classic Hammer sort of beat.
To appreciate the beauty of Sark’s rap, I’ve always argued, you must focus on its many nuances.
He remains a living testimony of a giant jump from ‘grass to grace’, unaided by luck but hard work and a good understanding of the demands of the market.
His perspicuousness with Twi rap while addressing relevant yet controversial issues and the thought-provoking strings of his songs seal him in the hearts of most contemporary Ghanaian rap consumers as the greatest, perhaps, a living legend.
And it would be contemptuous of anyone to deny him his brilliance tag—-and to marginalise his contribution to the rise and acceptance of Twi rap within and outside our borders.
He has achieved what many couldn’t even with their Oxford education but that shouldn’t serve as a reasonable measure of the importance of education or its immense contribution to our tomorrow.
King Sark is one in a thousand, the probability that anyone can carbon-copy his style and methods and obtain his level of success is highly infinitesimal. That’s why we encourage all to fall on the chip with a good probability of win even if you look up to him.
Anyway, as we celebrate Sarkodie’s birthday with him today, I’ve found an answer to the trending social media maze—-I mean where Sark first heard of the word, PRO BONO.
The attached video answers it for us…
Happy Birthday Sark, we are not enemies, I am just a professional truth sayer! And it wouldn’t be new if you hate me, because everybody hates Chris—for saying the truth all the time.