"Get in the car, Titi. I have just saved the music industry."

"Too much nakedness in these words," he muttered. He cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and hit 'Record' on his phone. If the world was going to listen to this rhythm, they needed a version with more... home training.

Mr. Okoro sat in his parked SUV, scrolling through TikTok while waiting for his daughter, Titi, to finish her dance rehearsal. He was a man of prestige—a structural engineer with a starch-crisp traditional agbada and a reputation for being "very serious." But then, the beat dropped. “Wah-wah-wah, wild thoughts...”