I tried posting this story yesterday under a different title but the thread won't update after the first post. Thinking that am running afoul of a NL rule I decided to post it here under a new name. If I am disobeying any rule; am sorry please. I'd like to tag Lucentbeauty _whereever she maybe, its been long. All rights reserved.

Am a music person. But hey! Every one has their favourites, right? I've always loved tuface. His smooth tenor voice flow simply, free of unnecessary complication and complexity like that of Chris Brown or other singers who do magic with their voices. Don't get me wrong, I love Chris but his light seem to dull somewhat when placed side by side with the natural flow of bald headed Tubaba. Coupled with the deepness of his lyrics -that is purely esoteric- and the natural rhytme of his beats, tuface leaves the eyes wet, legs weak and heart asking the essential questions about life, happiness and love.
But I don't want to waste, nay waste is an insult. Let me rephrase. I don't want to talk of the musical prowess of 2baba instead I want to tell a story. A story of me, Afam and tuface.

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