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For many millennials who grew up in the diaspora during the ’80s and ’90s, our experience with Daddy Lumba’s music was quite different from those who lived in Ghana. Our connection to Lumba came through our parents who often brought us along to Ghanaian events like outdooring ceremonies, birthdays, and other community gatherings in cities like London, New York, Hamburg, Amsterdam, Toronto, and other places where Ghanaian immigrants built vibrant communities.
Lumba’s beautiful highlife melodies echoed across these diaspora enclaves. His thoughtful storytelling rooted in rich life experiences was woven into songs that spoke of misfortunes, loyalty, family, friendship, love, faith, and countless themes central to the Ghanaian identity, both at home and abroad. He wasn’t just a singer; he was a messenger.
In the days before the internet and social media, Lumba’s music served as a bridge. Growing up in Toronto, my friends and I didn’t always understand his lyrics word for word, but we saw how those songs lit up the faces of our parents and their acquaintances.
We felt the power of his music through their reactions. And now, as adults, we understand those lyrics more clearly playing them with nostalgia, recognizing the stories behind our parents’ laughter, tears, and dancing feet.
For many of us in the diaspora, Lumba’s songs are more than entertainment, they are sacred threads connecting us to our roots and to the struggles and joys of our families. They remind us of where we come from.
This is not just a loss for Ghana. It is a profound loss for Ghanaians across the globe—for those who looked to his music for comfort, wisdom, inspiration, and the occasional boogie on the dance floor.
Daddy Lumba’s legacy will live on in our hearts forever.
Rest well, legend.
Rest in power.
By William Akoto
