31/07/2026
In the year of reciprocity, to but for a moment sing not for money.
I have sang a great many songs
Many heard, many unheard
Some to bless, and some to dispel
Along the way you learn to sing for money
It molds you, it shapes you
Today I sing not for money
Because Ghana 🇬🇭 is unyielding
They say I am too much
They say this belongs abroad
I remain physically bound, but sonically across the globe 🌍
The artist suffers not this world, but suffers the voice not heard
A presence unshared
I wait for no one, need no one
The beauty of the fallow season, is the clarity gained