Built different. Powered by grace and good music. 🎧
Happy Pentecost Sunday dear friend of hive.
There is something about the combination of quiet strength, unshakable faith, and a soul that finds rhythm even in the noise of life. That is what I mean when I say I am built different. Not because I have all the answers or because I walk through life untouched by hardship, but because something deeper fuels me. That something is grace, and that fire is music.
Grace is not always loud. Sometimes it shows up in the stillness, when things are falling apart and you find yourself holding it all together without knowing how. It is in those moments when your head is heavy, your spirit tired, and somehow you still rise. That’s grace. It finds you when your strength ends, and it reminds you that being human is enough. It reminds you that broken things can still carry light.
But grace alone is not the full melody. Music makes up the other half of my engine.
Music is not just sound. It is emotion wrapped in melody, it is life compressed into three verses and a hook. It is where I find my voice when words fail me. Whether it’s the calm of an acoustic guitar, the heartbeat of a steady drum, the power of gospel vocals, or the lyrical genius of my favorite rapper, music gets me through. Not just as background noise, but as a form of healing, a friend when I feel alone, and a way to understand parts of myself I never knew how to explain.
Music has walked with me through late nights when my mind was too loud to sleep. It has stood beside me on the days when I danced with joy, and it has held me on the days when I wept quietly in my room. It speaks the language of the soul, and sometimes that is the only language I truly understand. You could strip everything else away and leave me with a pair of earphones and the right playlist, and I’d still be okay. Maybe not perfect, but okay.
When I say I am powered by grace and good music, I mean that I am built on something deeper than vibes. Life has tried to break me, and yet I still have rhythm in my step. I still sway. I still sing. I still keep moving forward. That is what music does. It turns survival into art. It turns pain into poetry. It transforms ordinary days into memories.
It doesn’t matter what genre, Afrobeats, RnB, gospel, jazz, highlife, soul, or soft piano tracks in the background, I carry pieces of each within me. Each beat I connect with is a heartbeat that syncs with mine. And that’s what keeps me going. That is why I dance, even when nobody is watching. That is why I sing, even when my voice cracks. That is why I live out loud, even when the world tells me to shrink.
This journey I’m on isn’t always smooth, but I am not walking alone. Grace lights my path and music sets the pace. Whether I’m in my room vibing to a Sunday morning worship song or walking the street with Burna Boy in my ears, there’s a rhythm to my existence that cannot be copied. I am built different because I do not lean on what the world sees. I am carried by the unseen and comforted by the sounds that move my heart.
So if you ever wonder what keeps me grounded and what lifts me up, know this, grace covers me and music pushes me. My spirit dances even when my feet are still. My heart sings even when my mouth is quiet. I am not just surviving. I am creating harmony out of chaos. I am making music out of life.