He laughed. Not a bitter laugh. A real one.
That voice—smooth as melted butter on fresh kenkey —had been the soundtrack of his childhood. His mother used to play “Alewa” every Sunday morning while sweeping the porch. Back then, Kofi didn’t understand why she’d close her eyes and smile like she was hearing God whisper. Now, in this cramped car, with his dreams on passenger seat, he understood. best of ofori amponsah mix by dj tisco
Kofi had been driving for twelve hours straight. Not for a ride-hailing app, not for a boss. For himself. After his uncle called him a “wasted talent” at a family gathering last weekend, Kofi packed his laptop, his portable speaker, and three shirts, and decided to drive to Accra to restart his life. No plan. Just faith. He laughed
For the first time in weeks, Kofi didn’t feel lost. He felt placed. That voice—smooth as melted butter on fresh kenkey