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Time NO Dey!

Time.....
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Infinite, yet so limited.
Abundant, yet so scarce.
Free, yet so expensive.

The concept of time is understood differently by different entities.... 

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To the new born, it is an endless loop of tears, breast milk and sleep.
But to it's mother, it is a seamless fabric of hope, because only time will reveal the days the child will sit, crawl, walk and eventually, run.

Hope, to the sad and depressed, because "time heals all wounds".... or so they say.

Too fast, at the same time, just enough for each exam candidate in an academic exam hall.

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"How time flies, when you're having fun"... Indeed, the time actually flies to an unknown place.
The young grows old, and the old dies. That's just the law of life.
Time no dey!
Do not waste the remaining of yours.
Hence, My new piece....

Time no dey - 4:00



Release date : July 7, 2023.
Lyrics and composition: Rama Blak, Obiri Tete
Introduction: Akofena, Fapempong.
Lead Vocals: Rama Blak, Obiri Tete
Backing vocals: Rama Blak, Obiri Tete
Guitars: Joshua Moszi
Adowa/Fontomfrom/percussion: Akofena
Arrangements: Rama Blak
Production/Mixing/Mastering: Fimfim (Ibux creative studios)
Cover art: Perry Nmai



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