Chapter 1. Three… two… oneThe city was loud that night, Lagos loud. The kind of noise that hummed through concrete, horns blaring from restless danfos, a soundtrack of generators grumbling like tired beasts. But inside a glass-walled studio on the fourth floor of Rhythm Square, there was a different kind of energy, electric, contained, waiting to explode. Nora sat before the microphone, staring at the red recording light. She’d done hundreds of broadcasts before, but tonight’s episode felt di...

Chapter 1. Three… two… oneThe city was loud that night, Lagos loud. The kind of noise that hummed through concrete, horns blaring from restless danfos, a soundtrack of generators grumbling like tired beasts. But inside a glass-walled studio on the fourth floor of Rhythm Square, there was a different kind of energy, electric, contained, waiting to explode. Nora sat before the microphone, staring at the red recording light. She’d done hundreds of broadcasts before, but tonight’s episode felt di...