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...”
Mr. Okoro simply sighed, checking his notifications. "Next week, I will do that 'WAP' song. I believe it stands for 'Work And Pray.' It is very important for the youth." “Wah-wah-wah, wild thoughts
He even attempted the Bryson Tiller verse, but instead of smooth vocals, he went into a full "Dad Rant" flow. I believe it stands for 'Work And Pray
Mr. Okoro didn't blink. He adjusted his cap, ended the recording, and looked at his daughter. The lyrics were a problem.
"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.
"Jet skis? In this economy? You want to go to Miami? Have you finished the yam in the pantry? You say you're 'flexing,' I say you are stressing my blood pressure! If I see you with a boy, he must have a Master's degree or I will call the police!"
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.