A layman’s thoughts on Maxwell’s BLACKsummers’night
After 8 years out of the music limelight, Maxwell released BLACKsummers’night, a return to the sound that laid the foundation for neo-classical soul. With this album, he showed that, despite being away from the music scene, he still has the ability to create classic, timeless music that moves the spirit and feeds the soul. Musically, it is a journey into the soul; a return to music that is best played live, each song a crafted masterpiece.
Musings – An Attempt To Understand Pain
I went to an international school, Machabeng High School, in a small African country, Lesotho, that has the privilege of being the only country in the world landlocked by one country. The teachers and students in my school came from all over the world and, at some stage, we had over 30 different...
Musings – A Return To The Source
I have come to the conclusion that Ghanaians are nomadic creatures. Beings who thrive on motion. Being of Ghanaian descent, I was born and raised outside of the true Black Star Nation. In 36 years, I spent a little time in Ghana as a baby (literally) until December of last year when I made the...
Another Link In The Chain
Wrote this for my first Father's Day as a father: What is it about our society today? The eternal optimist, I truly believe that there is always hope, for the individual and for our species as a whole, but there is one thing I can’t figure out? On a daily basis, I met people - men and women -...
Kobi Onyame – He Said, She Said
It ain’t easy. Talent is something that we, as human beings, have in abundance. The creation of beauty, melody, harmony is second nature to so many in our midst, yet we may never hear, see, touch or feel most of what is out there. That said, the birth and evolution of social media might just be...
Kojo Baffoe – Staccato Rhythms
Some say poetry is meant to speak for those who cannot speak. It is a tool for revolution. And those who can speak it, have a duty to only reside in that space & that spirit. This is a debate I have had with some of my peers, over the years. I believe the Word must be a reflection of the human...
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Musings – An Attempt To Understand Pain
I went to an international school, Machabeng High School, in a small African country, Lesotho, that has the privilege of being the only country in the world landlocked by one country. The teachers and students in my school came from all over the world and, at some stage, we had over 30 different...
Musings – A Return To The Source
I have come to the conclusion that Ghanaians are nomadic creatures. Beings who thrive on motion. Being of Ghanaian descent, I was born and raised outside of the true Black Star Nation. In 36 years, I spent a little time in Ghana as a baby (literally) until December of last year when I made the...
Another Link In The Chain
Wrote this for my first Father's Day as a father: What is it about our society today? The eternal optimist, I truly believe that there is always hope, for the individual and for our species as a whole, but there is one thing I can’t figure out? On a daily basis, I met people - men and women -...
Kobi Onyame – He Said, She Said
It ain’t easy. Talent is something that we, as human beings, have in abundance. The creation of beauty, melody, harmony is second nature to so many in our midst, yet we may never hear, see, touch or feel most of what is out there. That said, the birth and evolution of social media might just be...
Kojo Baffoe – Staccato Rhythms
Some say poetry is meant to speak for those who cannot speak. It is a tool for revolution. And those who can speak it, have a duty to only reside in that space & that spirit. This is a debate I have had with some of my peers, over the years. I believe the Word must be a reflection of the human...
Kojo Baffoe – Don’t Stop
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