@skybender: Singing. Our first play as Roverman Productions "Unhappy wives Confused Husbands". Didn't require any singing. Then for our second play "Mr. President, your move" our director Uncle Ebo Whyte suddenly makes it mandatory. I had never sang in front of people and I was a terrible singer at the time. I panicked and considered leaving the group. Acting I knew I could manage...but singing?? Thankfully I decided to stay and try to sing. My wind pipe would suddenly feel so tight especially when I was approaching high notes. Year after year, play after play, Uncle forced me to sing. I sang, badly, in front of a live audience....And for a long time I didn't like it at all. Fast forward almost 20 years later. I can now carry a decent tune and hit some high notes here and there. People compliment me on my singing. If you'd told me 17/18 years ago I'd be able to sing like this I would not have believed you. I was not a singer. Even now I don't sing in the shower or when I'm alone. I just look back on all my "attempts" over the years and learned that sometimes, you don't have to believe in yourself. Just believe in the one who says "you can do it" and just keep doing it......no matter how badly. It may take you almost 2 decades....but eventually you will surprise yourself. 😏 song: Bachelor Boy by Cliff Richard Play: Honeymoon Hotel directed by Shirley Frimpong -Manso produced by: @africaartsnetwork