Fela still remains the 001

A boy absorbing Lagos heat, a melody budding in a small room, while the Black President's saxophone still wailed defiance, a lion's roar. WizKid, a seed, barely sprouted, listening to Fela's Afrobeat rumble, a history lesson woven in rhythm, a spirit of rebellion, subtly absorbed. Grammys gleam, accolades pour, a global empire built on sound, but the shrine of Kalakuta still stands, a monument to the untamed king. No crown of gold can dim that legacy, no record broken can erase the source, Fela's ghost dances in every beat, a reminder: kingship isn't measured in trophies. The student may surpass the master's reach, but the roots remain, unshakeable, deep, a boy learning from a legend's breath, always bowing to the throne he inherited. DOUBLE P A GREAT POET 08163122200