His voice still blares from speakers in pubs, lingers in market waves, slips through car windows, and hums through playlists on radio and television, but he lies in silence.
Aben wo aha, but Lumba wɔ aseɛ hɔ.
The fire raged, the dance never stopped, the lyrics still sting with joy and truth, yet today, the voice that made even sorrow sound sweet is quiet.
The man, whose music stitched itself into the very rhythm of our lives, has taken his final bow.
Daddy Lumba, born Charles Kwadwo Fosu, was not just a name, but a mood, a memory, a movement. In a period he had reached over 35 years of setting stages ablaze, he vanished like a final note fading into dusk.
Tonight, a national candlelight vigil is being held at the Independence Square in his memory, with a book of condolence already opened by the family at his radio station, DLFM (106.9 MHz) and residence since last Tuesday.
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