My father was a trader in our neighbourhood. As at the time, he was the best in what he did, and I just wanted to be like him. He sold electrical installation parts, electronics, and a little bit of building materials. He was no poor man, as we went to the best schools around at the time, and I simply wanted to be like him. I guess I was not a selfish dreamer as a child, influenced by the fact that he was able to provide for us whatever we needed; I simply wanted to be like my father. Mind you, I never paid attention to whatever it was that my mother contributed, as far as my tender self was concerned, it was all about my father.

Power Ranger is a beautiful song, but beyond that, it is a song I love so much; it is in fact my favourite amongst Teni song. The song power is quite a funny song, but it is also a song that emphasis how much people can fight for love. The first time I listen to Power Ranger, it kind of made me smile; it was kind of funny, but with time, I started loving it for the beautiful message it carry.

Watch on 3Speak¡Hola a todos! Soy @ernesto6402, y me complace estar aquí una vez más para el micrófono abierto de esta semana. El Señor ha sido fiel, y su misericordia nunca ha fallado. Su amor es siempre nuevo, y siempre se preocupa por nosotros. Con todo esto dicho, voy a interpretar la canción "deeper in love" para el micro abierto de esta semana. Una canción de un popular compositor litúrgico católico nigeriano: Jude Nnam.

A TRANSFER TO A WRONG ACCOUNT: Up to date, I am yet to believe that it was I who made that mistake. I am usually the type that would cross-check and inquire from a POS agent before concluding my transfer with them; but this time, I did not. It all happened so fast; before I realised what was happening, I had made a transfer of sixteen thousand naira (about ten dollars) to a wrong account. It happened that I was travelling to Benue State, and I was at Benue Links Park in Port Harcourt to pay for my bus ticket. Realising that the park management only accepted cash, I had to use the nearby POS. To cut the long story short, I lost my money in the process. Contacting my bank, there was not much they could do since the transfer was made to a different bank. I did all I could; I even contacted the bank I transferred to, yet the money was not recovered. I was later asked to obtain a court statement by my bank, but I eventually decided not to go through the stress, considering the fact that it was just sixteen thousand naira that was lost.

As a child, I got to meet the likes of Ras Kimono, Fela, Oliver De Coque, Oriental Brothers and many others through my father. They were my father's favourites, and my mom enjoyed their music too, even though afro was not her best genre. None of these musicians were gospel, but my parents somehow found a way to consider those who are not of their generation worldly. For obvious reasons, they were just biased elders who believed that music of the old would always convey a better message than that of the new, even when they never really paid attention to the new.

Just like it is in every other art, there are those who are really good at what they do but may never meet fame in their whole lifetime. Such people may never give up on their passion at the same time; thus, the reason for what they do is not and will never be fame. Fame could in some sense be regarded as the reward for passion, but passion is the driving force. It is always the foundation of every artist, and it does not matter whether or not the artist becomes successful.