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So I missed the Ayefele concert!!!! Who was there?

Can you believe it? Ayefele was in my environs, I knew it, yet I wasn't there!


It was a first of April concert in one of the churches along the Ajah-Addo road and the publicity had been on since forever. With acts like Ayefele(world acclaimed alujo king), Uncle Sammie Okposo(he's an uncle o, been in the industry too long for us to just call his name abeg) and Apororo (neighbour-bour-bour eye-shinning crooner)

showing up, I so had plans to go, but real life got in the way.

Did anyone I know attend? How was it? Why does real life have to be such a wet blanket all the time sef?!

Wondering what real life is? It's responsibilities, things you absolutely have to do sooner or later. Like house-chores, hosting family members, preparing for the new work week and getting a good Friday night sleep so that you don't lose it and go bonkers soon.

Ok, so where is the next concert happening? just send the info my way and I'll try to make it there, real life or not!

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