Olele Salvador writes: At the bar with Joe Mettle – a ‘Kadosh’ link up

In my sanity, I’ve received images and videos from my spirit’s iCloud. Connecting the dots, I remembered what the bartender served me when I requested the ‘usual.’ He told me I don’t usually come on such days and at such times of the day, so he was gonna make something special. I trusted him to ‘blow my mind’ and boyyy, he did.

The ubiquitous smoke in his yard couldn’t be ignored; the smell was different. It put me straight in the mood to confess my sins and pour out my love with enticing words & be transparent, unashamedly, to my lover.

Having taken in the ‘special cocktail,’ my flesh will now concede defeat to my spirit. Anytime I spoke, it was mysteries. The garment of heaviness was lifted; I became light instantaneously. I’ll see myself having a tete-a-tete with my Father in heaven.

“It’s been a while my son; make yourself comfortable,” He says to me as he welcomes me heartwarmingly.

But you see this cocktail wasn’t just any cocktail. Surely it ain’t the cocktail you would order or ask for when you and the boys pull up at Bloombar. It cost even less than your regular. I paid 50ghs for mine. This cocktail was a near perfection mixture of Ghana, Nigeria & South Africa.

This cocktail was music to my lungs; a gospel to my soul.

One cannot immediately deny the heat that was in the enclosed yard, especially with where I sat. Methinks the air conditions had their day off on the night. With every sweat that may have been seen on the faces of attendees like myself, you’ll think we were all at a local neighbourhood gym. Surely we were.

Lights, cameras, sound and all-around production were seamless. Once again, light and sound would have to put away their differences of winning the argument of who travels faster/further & work together for the overall glory of the experience. Where sound may fail, lights will be upstanding holding the gates for sound to find its feet to pass through on a retry. However, that was rarely the case. They both complemented each other perfectly, aligning with the agenda of the night.

Though I know they may be challenges behind the scenes, one thing stood out— excellence! The Super Bowl Halftime show will be looking to top that again. Hehe.

Honourable mentions to other Ghanaian gospel giants who showed up to support. Perhaps that’s the secret to these quality shows they put up. Inasmuch they come to support, they don’t only leave with the presence of God. It’s evident that they also leave with handouts looking to outdo their previous of the same.

The God we serve is a show-off; only right when we gather in his name, every living thing does the same, especially in production. No room for mediocrity.

However, I wish I saw a number of our brothers and sisters in the secular industry come around to learn a thing or two. This was probably the closest there is to a masterclass on how to put up a show & give patrons their money’s worth.

Nonetheless, one of the moments that made me very mushy was a couple also in attendance. During worship, the man grabbed & hugged his wife tight— praying passionately for her. Aargh, romance; my kind of romance.

There are two things that remain sure when it comes to Joe Mettle after 10 years of his ministry.