ABOUT: NEBA WILSON

As the sun sets, casting vibrant hues of gold and red
I hear melodies of an African artist’s soul.
Dramatic rhythms pulsate through my veins,
A symphony of bravery, faith, and freedom unfolds.

In the twilight of adulthood, wisdom shines bright
Like a treasured gem shimmering in the night.
With every note played, memories unfurl,
Age is but a passage; the heart remains uncurled.

Through the seasons of life, the music tells a tale
Of dreams pursued and stories that never fail.
The artist’s voice echoes across time and space,
A legacy created, leaving an indelible trace.

Artistry weaves its magic, like water running deep,
Cleansing our souls as it washes away all grief.
The universe listens, intrigued by each melody,
Its secrets unravel with each stroke of harmony.

And in this canvas of sound—a masterpiece so grand
We find happiness in every song; we firmly stand.
For music connects us, trust it with your heart,
Let it guide you through triumphs; let it be your art.

The sun may set on time’s eternal flight,
But the music lives on; it takes us to new heights.
So let our souls dance to Africa’s rhythmic beat,
In a symphony of joy and success, our spirits meet.

With gratitude for the gift that fills our ears,
We embrace the melodies that dispel any fears.
For within these songs lies a treasure untold,
A reminder that our spirits are forever bold.

So let the dramatic monologue play on and on,
As the sun sets, and a new day will be born.
In each sunrise and sunset, let us find solace,
For African music is our eternal palace.