"I don't know if you can make it! To the kitchen, go and bake it! Put on a sweater, you will catch a cold! Why are you looking at me so bold? When I’m with you, all I get is... WILD THOUGHTS!"
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...” "I don't know if you can make it
Mr. Okoro tapped his thumb on the steering wheel. He’d heard Titi play this song a thousand times. He liked the guitar—it reminded him of Carlos Santana, the music of his youth. But the lyrics? The lyrics were a problem. Why are you looking at me so bold
He took a deep breath and began to belt it out, his heavy Nigerian accent turning the sultry R&B track into a rhythmic lecture. Okoro sat in his parked SUV, scrolling through
