We have a musical background in my family. My parents sing, my sister sings, almost everyone sings. But nobody was ready to take it to the next level. And my dad wasn’t even in

support of hos children joining the choir because he believed choir members are promiscuous due to the church background we had and belief systems. It was always seen as a family gift and a hobby, not something you should make money from. But I started learning how to sharpen my skills from watching reality musical TV shows. I made sure I followed them. Whatever vocal lessons the participants were given, I pretended I was there taking the lessons with them. When they were given songs to score, I scored the songs like I was there. I kept doing that and I discovered I was sounding better. 

A time came when I left my home church to join a Pentecostal church. But the choir had too many adults, too many older people. The youth church

started a choir, and I was like, “Finally, there’s something to join.” My

dad was still strict but he had released me a bit because by then I was done with high school. I noticed I had a rasp in my voice. It’s pretty husky and I lose my voice quickly. I was taking too many things I shouldn’t take like cold water. And before becoming born again, I’d had some experiences that damaged my voice to an extent. So, I noticed that after I sang one song during rehearsals, I would have a sore throat and my voice would leave. But I still continued.

While I was in school, I started growing as gospel artist, performing at different concerts and from there I set up my gospel band. This was about 6 years ago. The major challenge I had was, my parents were never in support, not because they didn’t like music, but they believed that singing in church for God was good but not as a career. They also felt musicians were jokers, and music couldn’t be more than a hobby. They wanted me to further my education. My mum always wanted me to be a doctor and my dad wanted an engineer. I loved engineering and practised it a bit, but I wanted music. So, it was a struggle. 

(Part 2/2) I had to plot my way to perform at events. But people started telling my mum when they began to see me everywhere. And it also came to the knowledge of my dad. I was so close to being disowned but I didn’t care. I knew God had called me to music. This was one of the things that moved me to eventually live on my own. It wasn’t easy, and of course it was a bit of rebellion

but, I was just trying to prove a point. I wanted my parents to know musicians are not promiscuous, and they are not jokers. 

There was a time I had a chest illness for about 10 months and the doctor told me not to do anything that would stress my voice like singing. And I was like, “That’s my life. I would rather die than drop music.” I had gotten to a point where if you asked me to choose between life

and music, I would choose music because I understood the call, and who God wanted me to be. I decided to pray to God about everything. I prayed my parents into liking what I do, supporting what I do and seeing beyond what they feel or think.