The first person I heard singing, that made a memorable impression on me was my grandfather at church. Sometimes I feel the memory is so vivid I can actually hear this tenor voice . This created goose pimples on one’s skin and shivers down one’s spine. So it was not a surprise, that his school pupils were known for being very good at singing too.
In fact the whole town is good at singing. You should hear their Easter Singing Fest, as I have been told it’s a magnificent and joyous occasion. This is when singers from surrounding towns come together for the celebrations. Although I have never been a witness to this spectacle, I hope the tradition is being continued because its a shame to loose it. The family continue to sing in fine voice, here’s to you Togbi (Grandpa).