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Follow Me by Glory Glory



Today, I’d like to introduce to you a very talented artist I have had the pleasure of knowing and being blessed by way back when I was a youth. Her name is Glory Attaochu and I may not know her personally, but I have had the opportunity to be blessed by her music especially during worship at church events.

Glory plays the guitar, piano, AND the violin and so I’m sure you can imagine how beautiful her music must be. From what I’m hearing in her music, she’s definitely adding her African heritage to the mix and I absolutely LOVE it!! I really do! She also reminds me a lot of Asa whom she has said to be one of her greatest inspirations and anyone who reminds me of Asa is awesome in my book!

Glory’s voice really is just beautiful compared to some other artists we know and love. If you know me personally, you know that it is virtually impossible for me to enjoy music that has no meaning and value. You know what that means (in my my singy song voice). Glory’s latest music video is called Follow Me and I can verify that it has value, style, and grace splashed all over it. Don’t forget about the African oomph! she adds to her music! Depending on your imagination, you can imagine that she may be asking bae, friends, or anyone who is willing to enter a place of happiness to follow her.


So I implore you to follow her and check out this new song. You’re gonna love it! I guarantee it!



Odabọ (bye for now),




P.S... Glory also has another song recently released called Work! Check it out below!

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