Last night was one of those nights. 10 people came out. And after a very looong drive down to Charlotte, I nearly slipped into a ''why am i wasting my time'' attitude. It's so easy to feel defeated when this kinda stuff happens and to feel like your voice doesn't actually matter. But i was reminded after talking to two specific people at the show, that even when i don't see it, my words, actions, and music carry more than just the stories of 32-yr old Nigerian girl. They carry power, truth, and life. It would be awesome to have packed house everywhere I go. Maybe that will happen some day. In the meantime, music is my tool and I will keep trying to use it wisely. It's not about me, anyhow.