When Will CharlyBoy GROW UP??

 Someone just finished Charlie Boy Oputa with pen and paper...I think y'all need to read this article from Icampus. Here:

With age comes maturity and an inexterminable shedding of childishness from the physique and psyche of all normal human beings. Growth is irreversible and yet constant; but after treading the earth for over six decades, Charles Chukwuemeka Oputa, globally known with such epithets as Charley Boy, Area Fada and most questionably, His Royal Punkness, seems not to have enough of childishness.

Charlie Boy (CB), nay, His Royal Weirdness, is showbiz enveloped in a person. After a year in the seminary, he dropped out to ply the part that will mirror the lifestyle the faith school, his de facto alma mater represented.

As a famous entertainment magnate, CB is a singer cum songwriter, TV presenter, publisher of the Charley Boy Magazine, and producer – to save space. He has served as the President, Performing Musicians Association of Nigeria (PMAN), and as an Idol Series judge. Even though the latest ended abruptly due to the dread he communicated coming to shows with his snake.

CB is not just a father but a grandfather; which begs the question: ‘when will grandpa grow up?’ Granted, the young Charley, the number two son of late Supreme Court Judge, Chukwudifu Oputa, was encouraged to learn to express himself by his elite pop, it makes one quizzical about ‘how much expressing oneself really means?’

His choice of ‘feminish’ couture, lady-like gait, light and heavy use of make-up, donning of relaxed and braided hairdos, the wearing of multiple and mystic jewelries could be attributed to his still-juvenile tendencies but at his age in numbers, one wouldn’t question the inquisitiveness soaring and roaring among conservative Nigerians.
From a man who has contributed immensely to the publicity of the African identify, one would expect nothing short of the African image representation. In that light, he chose to promote the Nigerian culture and language by releasing majority of his songs in the local dialect despite being schooled in the white man’s land. But CB rather prefers to be like a Pharisee who says: “do what I say and not what I do”.
As the king of the punk movement, His Royal Punkness has championed his kingdom’s culture with every edge of his persona grata depicting its beliefs. Wearing of leather jackets and boots, commuting on power bikes, a hairstyle of mohawk in the variety of colours, plus a genre of music that juxtaposes the African pop and Afrobeat are some of the idiosyncrasies of the Area Fada whose Abuja residence serves as the race’s palace.
It is totally natural of the youth to venture into many adventures to try to satisfy their curious tendencies but as at the time CB started wearing dreadlocks, piercing unusual parts of his body and drawing awesome tattoos, he was far gone past the age brackets of youthful exuberance; and this has further incited a disgusted frown from some members of the society who deem it ‘Satanic and otherworldly’.
CB is not just a father and grandfather to children of his biological bloodline but a father to a whole breed of eccentric children with such dress senses and bizarre identities as some would consider to be “somehow weird and somewhat barbaric”. Denrele Edun and Terry G belong in this class family.

Uncle Charley, or better yet, Grandpa Charley, you have had your king-sized share of fame and stardom. From the Bus Stop in the center of excellence, Lagos, named after you to the hill in the green city of Abuja christened to immortalized you to the special accordance of recognition granted you by Linda Ikeji the virtual world, I presume it sane to declare your patrician wealth of experience gathered and garnered from the ordeal of your entertainment Odyssey a reverential reference that can be consulted by up and coming showbiz neonates.

If at your age and social standing you still answer to the name, ‘Boy’ when Nigga Raw has grown into Mr Raw and Lil Bow Wow has grown up to become Bow Wow, while fans are already prodding Wizkid to consider answering a more mature name like Wizman, it makes me wonder if the old saying: ‘the young shall grow’ holds any form of trueness in your proverbial dictionary.

No doubt you are young at heart, which you obviously seem to be, judging by the mannerisms with which you flaunt your sacred privies in photo shoots, on social media and on the Internet with an untold reckless abandonment. But Sir Charles, – the name I propose you adopt, – don’t you think it’s about time you reviewed the lessons daddy Oputa once taught you? That is, to ‘express yourself’? Because if you continue like this, sir, it only suggests one thing and that is the hard and seasoned truth that the young, in your world, never grows.

Your Royal Punkness, sir, in my admiration of you, your success, power and ultimately, influence, I doff my cap of civility helmed with tranquility in acknowledgement of the underlying fact that you have crafted a cult-like followership and reserved for yourself an undebated terra incognito.

Be that as it may, I am still standing on the wilderness of bewilderment with my question marker, writing: ‘When will ‘Charley Boy’ become ‘Charley Man'; when will the young boy in Charles Oputa grow into a man, a young man, anything but a boy?