He reversed back onto the road, not toward Accra, but toward Kumasi. Toward home.
When the mix hit “Awurade Mpaebo,” the gospel medley that closes the set, Kofi closed his eyes. Ofori Amponsah wasn’t just singing about God. He was singing about second chances. About the road rising to meet you. About how the best thing you can do when the world calls you nothing is to turn up the volume and remember who you are. best of ofori amponsah mix by dj tisco
DJ Tisco didn’t just mix songs. He mixed memories. He reversed back onto the road, not toward
The rain was coming down in thick, angry sheets over Kumasi, but inside Kofi’s beat-up Toyota Corolla, the sun was shining. He turned the key, and DJ Tisco’s mix kicked in—not at the beginning, but right at that sweet spot where “Otoolege” melts into “Emmanuella.” Ofori Amponsah wasn’t just singing about God
By the time DJ Tisco faded into the final beat—a lone guitar string, a soft crowd cheer from some live recording—the rain had stopped.
Kofi started the engine. The fuel light was still blinking, but he wasn’t afraid anymore.