Calabar Highlife Dj Mix: ^new^

“Uncle,” Etim asked, “what do you call that mix?”

His nephew, little Etim, watched from behind the speaker stack, wide-eyed. “Uncle, the laptop is dead.” calabar highlife dj mix

The girl with the pink braids stopped complaining. She didn’t know why, but her hips began to move differently. Not the staccato pop of today, but a slow, circular roll. The waist of Highlife. “Uncle,” Etim asked, “what do you call that mix