I know I’m late, but our elders say any time a man wakes up is his morning. I should have done this a long time ago, but I’m not sure it’s too late since you’re still alive to read this.
My knowledge of music is limited. Technically, I don’t know what constitutes good music; but, like beauty, when I hear or see good music, I recognise it.
I have followed your work silently over the years with enormous admiration and pride. This morning, I think I should let you know. The ambassadorial role you play for Ghana with your music is immense. The joy you bring to troubled and confused and cheerful hearts with your music cannot be quantified and rewarded enough.
I could not concentrate on anything else since I discovered your cover on Osibisa’s “Woyaya” yesterday. On my way to work this morning, I played it over and over again and, each time I did, it was as if I was hearing it for the first time.
You have breathed new life into the legendary track. It has stirred my spirit and invigorated my imaginations about my personal life and my country Ghana.
Thank you, Wiyaala. I now understand why your music is not everywhere in drinking spots to night clubs etc.
Rolls Royce is scarcely seen on our streets.