Akyiri – Akyiri  
Patrick Levien KI Projekt  

Jiil 18–30 nhyɛn!  
Firi Accra ne Kumasi, Cape Coast ne Tamale, Abidjan ne London – DWAN BEN MU, AKOMA MPƐN!  
Awareɛ no atetesɛɛ, mframa no abɔ ho, owia apue.  
Wiase a ɛyɛ pii. Ahofadi. Ahoɔden foforo.  
Afrika aka: AKYIRI!

Tieɛ. Hu. Bɔ ❤️ LIKE  
na ka TEAM FREEDOM FOR AFRIKA ho.  
Ghanafoɔ, Ivorianfoɔ, diaspora – mommra!  
❤️ biara ma ahoɔden, share biara ma nneɛma.  
Yɛde yɛn ara yɛn nneɛma bɛhunu Afrika!

Bɔ ❤️ nnɛ ara na ka dwumadi no ho – YƐBƐYƐ AKYIRI!

#Akyiri #ItsOver #AfrikaAnyaAni #TeamFreiheitFürAfrika #TwiPower

Akyiri… akyiri…  TWI Version - Patrick Levien KI Projekt

Story
Anansi
In ancient times, when trees spoke and rivers sang, lived Anansi, the spider god, weaver of stories and guardian of knowledge. Though small, his mind was sharper than a leopard's claws and deeper than an elephant's burrow.

One day, Anansi heard that Nyame, the sky god, kept a magic drum that could summon rain, wind, and fire. Whoever played it wisely would have power over the elements. But Nyame lent it to no one, not even the largest animals.

Anansi, curious and ambitious, decided to get the drum. Not by force, but by cunning.

First, he visited the leopard, who boasted of his speed.

"Leopard, can you run faster than thunder?" Anansi asked.

"Of course!" roared the leopard.

"Then run up to the sky and bring me Nyame's drum." The leopard ran, but was stopped by the guardians of the sky. He returned frustrated.

Then Anansi went to the elephant.

"Elephant, can you lift the sky with your trunk?"

"Of course!" thundered the elephant.

But when he tried to play the drum, the sky closed like a shell.

Finally, Anansi wove a web of words, a story so beautiful that even the clouds stopped to listen. He climbed up his silken thread, invisible and light, and whispered to Nyame:

"Oh great god, is not knowledge more powerful than strength? Is not a story more lasting than a roar?"

Nyame, moved by Anansi's wisdom, gave him the drum with a smile.

Since then, Anansi plays the drum on nights of the full moon, and each beat tells a story: of humility, of ingenuity, of justice.

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Sonic Universe II

Anansi

Yaa Asantewaa, the Warrior Queen
She was the queen mother of the Ashanti people in the 19th century.

She led the famous War of the Golden Stool in 1900 against the British, when the men hesitated to fight.

Her famous quote: “If you men of Asante will not fight, then we women will.”

She was exiled to the Seychelles, but her courage remains a symbol of resistance and national pride.

Yaa Asantewaa... The Roar of the Queen Mother
In the golden lands of the ancient Ashanti kingdom, where drums spoke and trees whispered ancestral secrets, a woman was born whose name would resonate for centuries: Yaa Asantewaa. She was not a warrior by birth, but by destiny. As queen mother of Ejisu, her wisdom guided her people, but it was her courage that ignited the flame of rebellion.

It was the year 1900. The arrogant and greedy British demanded the sacred symbol of the Ashanti people: the Golden Stool, a spiritual throne not for sitting on, but for honoring the spirits of past kings. The male leaders hesitated, fearing the wrath of the empire. It was then that Yaa Asantewaa rose up, her eyes blazing with a voice like thunder: “If you men of Asante will not fight, then we women will.”

With that phrase, history changed. Under her command, thousands rose up. Women wove networks of resistance, hid weapons, tended the wounded, and some, like her, took up the spear. The War of the Golden Stool erupted like a song of dignity. Though the fighting was fierce and the enemy powerful, Yaa Asantewaa never surrendered.
Finally, she was captured and exiled to the distant Seychelles islands. But not even the ocean could extinguish her legacy. In Ghana, her name became a symbol of resilience, pride, and female empowerment. Today, her spirit lives on in every woman who dares to defy the impossible, in every voice that rises for justice, in every heart that beats with ancestral courage.

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Yaa Asantewaa

Anansi II

Story
Nyame Dua
In the village of Adom, where drums spoke to the wind and stars danced above the rooftops, grew a tree that no one dared touch without permission: the Nyame Dua. Its trunk was as wide as a lion's chest, and its branches stretched out like arms embracing the sky. The elders said it was the dwelling place of the gods, the bridge between the world of the living and the realm of spirits.

Every full moon, the priestess Esi, wrapped in cloths embroidered with ancestral symbols, approached the tree with a vessel of spring water and kola leaves. She sang in an ancient tongue, and the Nyame Dua responded with a whisper that only the initiated could understand. It was the language of the ancestors, of those who had crossed the invisible river.

One day, a boy named Kojo, curious as fire and brave as an antelope, approached the tree without ceremony. He wanted to know if the gods truly lived there. Upon touching the bark, he was enveloped in a golden light and transported to a forest that was not of this world. There, the trees spoke, the rivers sang, and an old man with eyes like moons told him:

"Kojo, you have crossed the threshold. Nyame Dua has chosen you as its guardian."

From then on, Kojo lived between two worlds. In the village, he was a boy like any other. But every full moon, he became the gods' interpreter, bringing messages of healing, warning, or hope. The tree had marked him with a line of light on his palm, and no one doubted their connection.

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Nyame Dua

Nyame Dua II

(Verse 1)
In the heart of Ashanti, the drums beat loud, A queen stood tall, fierce and proud. Yaa Asantewaa, with fire in her eyes, Faced the empire, defied their lies.
(Verse 2)
The Golden Stool, sacred and bold, Not for the British to seize or hold. When the men grew silent, fear took the air, She rose like thunder, a lioness rare.
(Chorus)
If the men won’t fight, then we women will, With courage like rivers, strong and still. We rise for the land, for honor and soul, Queen of the Golden Stool, brave and whole.
(Verse 3)
She led the charge, no sword in hand, But spirit enough to shake the land. Exiled far, but never erased, Her name lives on, forever embraced.
(Bridge)
Ashanti cries, the stories sing, Of a queen who dared to challenge kings. Her voice a flame, her will a shield, In every heart, her truth revealed.
(Final Chorus)
If the men won’t fight, then we women will, Her echo roars through valley and hill. We rise for the land, for honor and soul, Queen of the Golden Stool, brave and whole.

Story
Queen of the Golden Stool
In the beating heart of the Ashanti Empire, where drums spoke with ancestral voices, stood a sacred symbol: the Golden Stool. It was not merely a throne, but the very soul of the people, the embodiment of their lineage, their power, and their collective spirit.

When the British tried to seize it, they sought not only gold, but also to break the dignity of a nation. The leaders wavered. Fear crept like mist among the warriors. But then, a voice rose like thunder from the mountains: that of Yaa Asantewaa.

Mother, leader, strategist. She wielded no sword, but her word was sharp. She summoned the women, weavers of life, guardians of memory, and together they became an army. “If the men will not fight, we will,” she proclaimed, and with that phrase, she ignited a rebellion.

During the War of the Golden Stool in 1900, Yaa Asantewaa led the resistance against the British Empire. Although she was eventually captured and exiled to the Seychelles, her spirit was never broken. Her name became song, drum, and fire.

Today, her legacy lives on in every woman who rises up for justice, in every people who defend their soul, in every story that refuses to be silenced. The Queen of the Golden Stool is not just a historical figure: she is an enduring symbol of resilience, dignity, and female power.

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Queen of Golden Stool II

Queen of Golden Stool

Dark Afro-Fusion. Deep bassline, African percussion and atmospheric synths. Cinematic, mysterious, and built for late-night listeners.

She Feels Like Coffee

Tracklist:

Tyla & Wizkid - DYNAMITE
Ayra Starr - Hot Body
Tyla - IS IT
Jaz Karis & Wilfy D - On My Way
AMARIA BB - Touch me (feat. Ya Levis)

Cover photo: https://ch.pinterest.com/pin/323133342036064355/

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Afrobeats Top5 July 2025

Patrick Levien
Singer-Songwriter & AI Music Pioneer | Oberhausen, Germany  The Patrick Levien AI Project – over 670 tracks in 8 months.
Four unique worlds:
• KI Sunclub Mallorca (Party & Dance Hits)
• Jesus Christus KI Generation (Multi-language Spiritual Anthems)
• KI Komplott (Social & Political Commentary)
• Patrick Levien Core (Pop, Rock & Ballads)  All original German lyrics, concepts, themes and creative direction: 100 % by Uwe Joswig (Patrick Levien).
Translations and style optimisation developed in collaboration with AI assistant Grok (xAI).
Music generated using AISong.org – full ownership and commercial rights granted to the artist.  Hybrid creation: Human heart, AI power.
100 % royalty-free | Full commercial rights owned by Patrick Levien.
No third-party claims (AISong.org / xAI).  Over 250,000 plays on SoundCloud and growing.  Licensing | Sync | Label inquiries:
patricklevien111@gmail.com (mailto:patricklevien111@gmail.com  #AIMusic #KIPatrickLevien #KISunclubMallorca #IndieArtist

Between myths, stories and galaxies... Welcome to my SoundCloud.

There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
I am J. Bilbao, music composer that intertwines the music with legends, forgotten constellations, and stories you may have never heard. Every note, every word, is born from a cross between the ancestral and the futuristic.

If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you. If you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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A mask, a memory, and the rhythm between them.

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