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ODOYEWU, My first love💕

I've been a sensitive being all my life.... too sensitive, maybe. For a long time, I wondered why i was wrought that way; why things get to me so easily and deeply. The least things would make me cry and beat myself about not being good enough.
Some psychological experts will later help me understand that It is probably a result of many traumatising situations that I had to endure as a child, which destroyed my self-esteem. What excalates my situation is that I am also born an artist; I've always been able to create my art from nothing since I learnt to speak, read, and write. Artists are wired to feel things strongly and deeply; if we don't, we won't be able to create.

As a result of this, I began to seek validation from my romantic relationship when I was old enough to be in one. I've had a couple of those; I got hurt, and I have no doubt that I hurt them as well; it's called being a human. It really took me a long time to realise that I've spent the best part of my growing up, for love. Being loved and loving was my life's purpose for as long as I can remember. I failed to realise that these romantic relationships caused 60% of my troubles as an individual.

Did you know that 80% of the cases we have in our mental institutions is because those individuals are 'in love'. Others have ended up in prison, some have even lost their lives.

Then I thought, if I don't start investing my love into myself, I could also probably end up in one of the above mentioned of enter an early grave. Love is death. ODOYEWU, Literally.... lol.

I'm not against loving or being in love; it is absolutely a beautiful thing; and i wish for myself and everyone the best soulmate. Non the less, if you don't know how to love yourself, how can you love someone else? Do you know how to love yourself?

My gift to feel things strongly and deeply enabled me create a beautiful EP-Album; that I call ODOYEWU. (Love Is Death) The songs on this EP talks about love, and all the pain that comes with it. However, the main purpose of creating this is to commemorate and celebrate my journey of selflove and discovery. I also use this, as an avenue to not only entertain, but also bri h to notice everyone about being in love, loving yourself, and being loved.

The ODOYEWU EP is is make me up an intro song, 5 songs, and an Outro song, which totals it to 7 tracks.
The EP is also to experiment and debut my sound as an Afro fusion artist, by merging various sounds form my entire my music journey; Indigenous Ghanaian music, Soul, Highlife, afrobeat, RNB and world music.
*My first love* , a song from the EP, is set to be released on the *16th of February* ; the EP release will subsequently follow on May 14th. Here's a link to presave 'My first love' .
Don't forget to subscribe to my platforms and share this with everyone who wants to embrace a self-love journey. ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️.

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I beg🥹🥹🥹🙏🏽 and please presave

I beg🥹🥹🥹🙏🏽. I want this to reach as many people as possible.


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