He inspired me,
He told stories that lit up the sky,
He had the audience in his hands,
He was a master of percussion and drums,
Sadly Nana Tsiboe passed away,
Together we once played, drew and laughed,
Now Iím left with his music,
Music that will last forever,
Born and raised in Ghana,
Now just a CD,
Thank you Nana.

Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2022-05-26 at 14:12

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