Fame is a mirror that lies kindly at first. It gives you the impression that you are loved, wanted, and chosen, but it never tells you that your bill is being loaded. A man rises with plenty of money swelling his pockets, power screaming his name, and the crowd cheering for him. Doors begin to open, boundaries disappear, lustful desires become a hobby, then a habit, and finally an obsession. And somewhere between the first temptation and the tenth excuse, wisdom quietly leaves the room for good.
The humiliation usually comes later. When children are born before any commitment, baby mamas replace managers, and the future is now spent funding yesterday’s lust. By then, the dream is already cracked and we only hear it shatter. The cruel truth of some public figure's life is this: people love you while you are still useful to them. But when the wealth finishes through bad deals, illness, habit, and old age, support evaporates and most friends disappear, while family grows distant.
The applause then becomes a serious mockery, and your past is replayed on repeat; not only as context, but also as condemnation. Life does not usually punish instantly. It waits, allows more indulgence, and records everything. Then, when one's strength fades, it presents the bill. Being desired is not the same as being loved, and being surrounded is not the same as being supported. The truth we always avoid is this: fame does not create flaws, it only amplifies them like a microphone.
Society often likes simple villains, so it chooses women. Then you hear things like she only wanted his money, she trapped him and used fiendish means. In fact, some women chase power with everything they have: body, mind, and spirit. So let us not try to pretend and act innocent where ambition has teeth. But power is not powerless. A man with wealth and influence is not a leaf in the wind. He chooses, he opens doors and returns calls. He also signs cheques and destinies. So when the music is loud and the nights are long, excess will look like success.
But time is such a ruthless editor. It cuts scenes without apology. When the money slows, age bends the back, and relevance begins to stutter, the society rewrites the story. The man becomes “finished” and the woman turns “promiscuous.” The children also become footnotes. Savings are gone and applause has moved on to a newer name. The same crowd that once celebrated recklessness now begin to condemn it as character failure. This is how life teaches: not with warnings, but with withdrawals.
The moral lesson is not purity, but discipline. It is not abstinence, but accountability. It is not moral noise, but foresight. Every affair or fling one indulges in without any structure becomes a future disaster looking for your address. Fame is rented and not owned, so the rent is due daily. The way forward is modesty. For those who are emerging, understand that lust is very loud but loyalty is what survives bankruptcy. Shame is also not a life sentence and healing is still possible. Tell yourself the truth before you find a way out, because wisdom gained late can still save someone.
And as for the society, please, stop excusing power and demonising vulnerability. Also, stop clapping for indulgence and stoning the results. Judge less and learn more. Because fame does not ruin people; unmanaged desire does. And when the sheep is down, the crowd always moves on. Only the character stays behind to explain the ruins.
✍🏽 William Z. Bozimo
Veteran Journalist | Columnist | National Memory Keeper
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