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Grains and pearls

I call it grains and pearls because it reflects everything I am, and everything i will ever be.
My riches and worth,
My values and wisdom,
My voice and thoughts,
My dreams and imaginations, 
My talents, my everything; poured into one record. 
Some people will call it an Album, but I will refer to it as a documentation of my grains and pearls. I also call it 'grains and pearls' because this is the Album that will make me, me. 
On this piece, I share my ideas with other amazing acts like, 
👩‍🦱Lamisi
🧔Atongo Zimba
🧔Kwame Brenya
🧔Kpodo
🧔Obiri Tete Nana Kwame
🧔Agya Sei Korankye
🧔Fimfim
🧔🧔🧔🧔🧔The legon palmwine band
🧔🧔🧔🧔Kwanpa Band
And likely other amazing acts that I'm yet to discover. 
The record is rich. It is full of grains and pearls. It will be called 'timeless'. It will appear on Tabloids and Bill boards. It will represent Awura-Ama Agyapong, Ghana, Africa to the universe and generations. It is everything you will ever call music. 
📀Grains and pearls📀. Coming soon❣️



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