Writing to express, not to impress. Like a soulless person she roamed,. It was wrong she knew. But what was she supposed to do? The weather was a perfect copy. The clouds were a lifeless grey. Holding back its pouring rain.

Well this has nothing to do with music.

Africa born and raised, moulded and nurtured! December 31, 2016. When you like to be in control, you want to hold all the cards. Because you believe that you need to see what they all say. So you seek more questions than answers, hoping that either will yield to your whims and satisfy your curiosity. Hoping that something, someone, someway, somehow, will show you what the future looks like; Before you actually get there.