Rain nourishes as grey sky chase sun

Flower bloom and dance in wind

Flood will dig out earth

Colours look brighter in a storm



There were never enough Mondays

Body sold to keep mind afloat

Now drowns on Sundays

Awaits baptism

Awaits rebirth

Awaits crucifixion

The blood of sacrifice ransom for sin

Stained and broken

Take me back, please


When it’s gone is when your hand reaches out

The ghosts speak more lucidly

Real things take real space and the fullness of your void cannot be compromised

The echo feels better than the melody


Breaking my Highlife virginity: the purpose of experience

The Lost Scrolls


I began this posting wanting to share my experience with highlife music with the world. However, I’ve decided to broaden the conversation to be about all forms of art in general.
I grew up in Ghana, in an era of ghanaian music where the highlife rhythms of the 80s and 90s were being redefined by this new youthful and energetic blend of hip hop, funk, Soul and the African spirit called hip-life. I matured to this soundtrack ( together with hip hop and r&b which were at their peaks and steady colonizing ears all over the world). Being reclusive, consuming art was one satisfying way to live. It was the bond forged between music and I through childhood that has and is turning me into the person I am turning out to be. I listen to a weird mix, which could see me playing old school gangster rap one minute…

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