Ntoboasie — Yamoah

Yamoah simply smiled and adjusted his guitar. "A river doesn't reach the sea by rushing over the mountain," he would say. "It finds its way by being steady."

One year, a great drought hit the village. The crops withered, and the spirits of the people began to fray. Many young men left for the bustling streets of Accra, seeking quick riches that rarely came. They urged Yamoah to come along. "Why stay here and pluck strings for the dust?" they asked. "The world is moving fast, and you are standing still." Yamoah Ntoboasie

"How did you do it?" the man asked. "How did you find such peace while we were all running?" Yamoah simply smiled and adjusted his guitar