Mr. Okoro didn't blink. He adjusted his cap, ended the recording, and looked at his daughter.
He leaned into the camera for the chorus, his face a mask of dramatic intensity. He leaned into the camera for the chorus,
"I am thinking... about your school fees! I am thinking... did you wash the plates? You are out here dancing like a small breeze, while your math grade is in a terrible state! Wah-wah-wah... wild thoughts!" I am thinking
"Get in the car, Titi. I have just saved the music industry." the beat dropped. “Wah-wah-wah
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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...”