Previously, my music endeavour was akin to losing a child. Promising signs like the conception of ideas with developing features and personalities were wasted by shortcomings in execution. The frustration and pain haunted me for years as I struggled to accept stifled creativity despite repeated efforts.
Past many moons, amid a place of silent darkness, God lifted my soul with a new song. Equipped with experience and access to better resources, I have once again regained my craft — this time for good. The child is now found, alive and well. The child is finally home, ready to rejoice with beat and melody.