“Fola! Fola!”
Where is this boy? Mrs Akinade shouted.
She could hear the thundering of the speakers from his room and knew he was at his favorite past time again, making music abi doing beats.
“Yes mum”
Fola answered as he walked out to the sitting room, his headsets over his neck.
“Young man, haven’t I told you times without number that you should make sure you finish all your house chores before you start making that your noise? ”
“oooh Mum is that why you called me, chai and I was just about mastering that beat, mummy don’t you know I’m the future Dr Dre? ”
His mother shook her head as she stared at him for a while before sighing and walking out, while Fola flopped down on the settee, unconsciously staring at the tv.
Folatosin Bankole, a seventeen-year-old, and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Bankole. He knew he had a strong calling for music, and he was doing all he could to make sure he actualized his dreams.
It all started when he was seven years old, His father had taken him to his studio after much persuasion to watch his track produced, as he sat down looking at the sound engineer tweaking all the buttons and the sound filtered out from the ultrasound speakers, he knew he was hooked for life,
Ten years down the line, he was virtually still an unknown in the music industry and even though he had already sent out his beats to different top producers, there wasn’t feedback from any of them.
“You are my African Queen….” the ringtone of his mobile jerked Fola up from his day dreaming, he picked up the phone
“Hello, Yes this is Fola Bankole.”
“woooooh Yes! finally!”
Fola screamed as he hung up the phone and rushed to the kitchen to find his mother.
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