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Meet DannyC: A voice that awakens dead men

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Edith Piaf says "Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth." I can't  agree less with her after I had listened to our today's  Showcase Thursday personality.
He sings quite effortlessly that makes you wonder how he draws the kind of energy he showcases on stage. Meet Daniel Chieke with stage name, DannyC.



A gospel music artist, song writer,  painter and music producer.
He currently works with Wole Oni of Instinct Productions (WOMP), has  dropped some singles so far and is  currently working on his debut album.
In his soft spoken voice, he leads us into his music journey "I believe in making deep and inspirational songs,to help lift up the faith in man,to believe again and see the the power in the name of Jesus. My new single is coming soon,with title 'The Name"

When asked if his being an only son and having grown around women influenced him to take on gospel music that some other secular musicians might term to be soft.



He chuckles "Not at all.  My inspiration for gospel music has been from my love of good sound and melody.Then doing gospel is the ministry and drive I have,to use music as my weapon of choice ,to lift God's name,raise Faith in men,and point them back to that power in the name of Jesus."

DannyC is a graduate of Project Management. He is the Creative Director of Dpaints production company. A capable brand in paint production, painting and wallpaper installation.

He can be reached via:

Instagram: @DannyC
Whatsapp: 07036957047



DannyC is currently on the Gospel Music Africa (GMA) TV reality competition. Let's help him win by voting for him with this link http://gospelmusicafrica.org/video-497661
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