In Yoruba culture, words carry power — especially when they come from the lips of an artist. For centuries, masquerades, bards, and court poets have served as the fearless voice of the people, using satire, song, and drama to check the excesses of even the most powerful kings. One of the most enduring expressions of this tradition is the saying “Máa wí, máa wí, Ọba kìí pa Ọ̀kọrin” — “Keep saying it! Keep saying it! The king does not kill the singer.”
This proverb is not mere poetry; it is a hard-won declaration of artistic immunity, born out of a dramatic confrontation in the ancient city of Oyo during the early 20th century.
The story begins in the reign of Alaafin Siyanbola Ladigbolu I (1911–1944), one of the most powerful and respected monarchs of the Oyo Empire in the colonial era. The Alaafin’s messengers — known as ajele or royal enforcers — were instantly recognisable by the single tuft of hair left in the centre of their shaved heads.
These men were meant to carry the king’s authority to every corner of the kingdom. Instead, many of them grew arrogant and cruel, extorting the people, beating the innocent, and acting as if they were above the law.
The excesses became intolerable. But who could challenge the king’s own messengers without risking the wrath of the palace?
Enter Agborako — the famous Egungun (masquerade) troupe of Oyo, led by a bold oral artist known for his sharp tongue and fearless performances. Agborako decided it was time to speak truth to power in the only way the people understood: through theatre.
During a public performance, members of the Agborako troupe appeared on stage with the exact hairstyle of the Alaafin’s messengers — that single defiant tuft standing proudly in the middle of their heads. They then dramatised, in vivid and hilarious detail, the real-life atrocities the messengers had been committing: extortion, brutality, and lawlessness. The crowd roared with laughter and recognition. The satire was unmistakable. Everyone knew exactly who was being mocked.
Word quickly reached the palace. Alaafin Ladigbolu was furious. How dare a mere masquerade ridicule his authority in public? He gave the immediate order: “Arrest Agborako!”
The arrest was swift, but the backlash was explosive.
The people of Oyo were not prepared to watch their beloved artist silenced. Within hours, a massive demonstration erupted in the streets. Thousands poured out, chanting and demanding the immediate release of the masquerade singers. The atmosphere grew tense. The palace found itself facing not just anger, but a cultural red line.
It was at this critical moment that the elders and palace insiders reminded the Alaafin of the ancient, unbreakable rule that even kings dared not violate:
“Ọba kìí pa ọkọrin” — The king does not kill an artiste.
No monarch, no matter how powerful, could execute or permanently silence a singer, poet, or masquerade performer simply for exercising the sacred duty of social criticism. This was not weakness; it was the wisdom of Yoruba governance. Artists were seen as the eyes and ears of the ancestors, the divine channel through which the community could correct its leaders.
The Alaafin, wise enough to recognise the limits of royal power, relented. Agborako was released.
As the singer walked free, the people erupted in triumphant song. They turned the very rule that saved him into a chant that would echo through generations:
“Máa wí! Máa wí! Ọba kìí pa Ọ̀kọrin!”
“Keep saying it! Keep saying it! The king does not kill the singer!”
From that day forward, the phrase became a rallying cry across Yorubaland. Whenever a ruler or authority figure tries to suppress criticism, the people remember Agborako’s story and chant the words again. It is both a warning to the powerful and an encouragement to the artist: speak boldly, for tradition itself stands as your shield.
Even today, in the age of social media, radio, and stand-up comedy, the spirit of Agborako lives on. The story reminds every Yoruba person — and indeed every African — that freedom of expression is not a Western import. It is woven into our ancestral fabric. Kings may rule, but the singer must never be silenced.
Máa wí, máa wí…
The king does not kill the singer.
Ajibade writes from Ibadan via talogaju22@gmail.com
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