Hitmakers

The dusty streets of Lagos hummed with life as 10-year-old Tobi Adewale walked through the bustling market, weaving past traders shouting prices and hawking their goods. His small frame was clothed in a slightly oversized white school shirt and navy blue shorts, his dark brown skin glowing under the afternoon sun. His hair was cropped short, and his deep brown eyes held a hunger for something greater than the life he knew.

Tobi lived in a one-room apartment with his mother and younger sister, Sade. His father had passed away when he was just five, leaving his mother to struggle as a petty trader selling groundnuts. But one thing kept Tobi going—music. He sang while fetching water, hummed while running errands, and wrote lyrics on the back of his schoolbooks. His dream was to be a star, but he had no idea how to start.

One day, an opportunity knocked. His school had been selected to participate in a national singing competition, and the teachers decided to send their best singers. Tobi, despite his humble background, had a voice that could silence even the noisiest classroom. The moment he opened his mouth, magic happened. His teacher, Mrs. Okonkwo, insisted he represent the school.

The Competition Begins

The day of the competition was a grand affair. The venue, a massive hall in Abuja, was filled with students from all over Nigeria. Some came in fancy clothes, wearing expensive shoes and designer watches. Tobi had nothing but his neatly pressed school uniform, his heart pounding as he stepped onto the big stage.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he began to sing his original song:

Hawfa (How You Dey)

(Verse 1)

Hawfa, how you dey?

My life dey rush, but I go dey okay

Everyday na struggle, but we still dey pray

Mama tell me, "No give up, better days dey"

(Pre-Chorus)

Even when e hard, I go still dey shine

Even when e dark, I go find my light

People go laugh, say my dream na joke

But I no go stop, I go still dey hope

(Chorus)

Hawfa, how you dey?

I dey find my way

From the ghetto to the stage

Na my dream I dey chase

Hawfa, how you dey?

I go make am one day

From the hustle and the pain

I go shine, I go reign

(Verse 2)

Dem say I too small, I no sabi sing

Dem no know say talent no be by bling

I dey rise like sun, I dey grow like tree

Even if dem block me, I go still break free

(Bridge)

Mama don cry, but she no give up

Sister dey hungry, I must lift up

Music na my way, I no go stop

I no fit drop, I must reach the top

(Outro)

Hawfa, how you dey?

Na my time, I no go play

I go shine, I go reign

From the ghetto to the fame

Victory & Reward

As Tobi’s voice soared through the hall, the audience fell silent. Then, the claps started—soft at first, then thunderous applause erupted. The judges exchanged glances, nodding in approval.

When the final scores were announced, Tobi placed second with 88 points out of 100. The first-place winner was a rich boy from Abuja with expensive vocal training, but Tobi’s raw talent had won hearts.

For his achievement, he was awarded ₦500,000 and a scholarship to a music academy. His mother cried tears of joy, hugging him tightly. For the first time in his life, Tobi felt like his dreams were within reach.

This was just the beginning. Tobi Adewale, the poor boy with a golden voice, was now a Hitmaker.

Hitmakers – Episode: “Lights, Camera, Action”

Tobi Adewale was no longer the small 10-year-old boy from Lagos who sang his heart out in a school competition. Now 15 years old, standing at 5’9, his once-short hair was now dyed brown and yellow, twisted into stylish dreadlocks that framed his sharp jawline. His face had matured, his features sharper, his confidence unshakable.

After winning multiple competitions, he had saved enough money to build a small music studio in his home. The walls were covered with soundproof foam, LED lights glowing in the background. A professional microphone stood in the middle of the room, and a sleek laptop sat on his desk, running the latest music software. This was his kingdom.

But Tobi wasn’t just making music for himself anymore. He had started a YouTube channel, dropping covers, freestyles, and original songs. With 250K subscribers, his fanbase was growing daily. Now, he was about to drop his biggest song yet.

The Song: “Lights On”

The camera rolled. The scene opened with Tobi standing on a rooftop at night, the city lights glowing behind him. He wore an oversized black hoodie, ripped jeans, and silver chains, his voice cutting through the darkness like fire.

Lights On

(Verse 1)

I remember nights when the lights went out

Dark room, no sound, just dreams and doubt

Now the stage lit up, hear the crowd so loud

Took my pain, made a song, now they sing it proud

(Pre-Chorus)

Ooh, I feel it, I can’t stop now

Ooh, they doubted, but look at me now

From the bottom, I climbed so high

Took my scars, turned ‘em into my sky

(Chorus)

Lights on, can’t fade now

Took my shot, never laid down

They tried to break me, but look who made it

Now I’m up, I’m never jaded

Lights on, cameras flashin’

No sleep, just dreams in action

Used to be nothin’, now I’m the caption

Turned my pain into my passion

(Verse 2)

I got the city on my back, no pressure

Wrote these lyrics in the dark, now they treasure

Lost some friends, yeah, they couldn’t see the vision

Now they watchin’ from the side, tunnel vision

(Bridge)

Ohhh, I ran through the fire,

Now my name’s up higher

Turn the bass up louder

Let ‘em hear my choir

(Chorus – Repeat)

Lights on, can’t fade now

Took my shot, never laid down

They tried to break me, but look who made it

Now I’m up, I’m never jaded

Lights on, cameras flashin’

No sleep, just dreams in action

Used to be nothin’, now I’m the caption

Turned my pain into my passion

(Outro – Soft vocals, fading into echoes)

Lights on, can’t fade now…

Now I shine, I’m never down…

The Music Video Release

After recording, Tobi edited the video himself, adding slow-motion shots, flashing neon lights, and cinematic rooftop angles. The video was clean, professional, and looked like a global hit.

When he hit upload, the notifications exploded. Within 30 minutes, the song had already hit 100K views. People flooded the comments:

🔥 "Bro, this sounds like something that would top the Billboard charts!"

🎤 "Tobi’s voice is crazy! The production is insane!"

💯 "This ain’t just music, this is ART."

The numbers kept rising. The world was finally watching.

Tobi sat back in his studio chair, staring at the screen, a smirk playing on his lips.

This was just the beginning.

Hitmakers – Episode: “The Concert of a Lifetime”

Tobi Adewale had finally made it. From singing in school competitions to blowing up on YouTube, now at 15 years old, he was headlining his first major concert in Lagos, Nigeria. The venue was packed with thousands of fans, the stage lights flashing green and yellow as the massive speakers pumped out his latest hits.

As the crowd chanted his name, he grabbed the mic and yelled, "Naija, make some noise!" The energy was electric.

The Concert

Tobi performed back-to-back hits, jumping and dancing across the stage, feeding off the crowd’s energy. The bass shook the ground as he sang his newest song, “No Limits.” The lyrics flowed effortlessly, his voice powerful, his confidence unmatched.

Towards the end of the concert, he spotted something—or rather, someone—that made him freeze for a second.

The Woman Who Stole His Heart

In the VIP section, standing out among everyone, was a woman unlike any he had ever seen.

She was thick, curvy, and powerful, built like a goddess. Her chest measured an astonishing 380 cm, and her hips? 489 cm. She had deep chocolate brown skin that glowed under the stage lights, long black curly hair that cascaded down her back, and a face so striking it could make anyone stop and stare. Her eyes were big, round, and full of confidence.

She wore a tight green dress that hugged her curves perfectly, along with gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace. She was all woman, all confidence, all power.

Tobi, mid-performance, nearly forgot his next lyrics. His heart was racing. He knew right there that he had to talk to her.

After the Concert: Asking Her Out

As soon as the show ended, Tobi rushed backstage, then made his way to the VIP section. Fans were everywhere, but he had one goal. He approached her, his voice steady but his mind spinning.

"Hey, I saw you during the concert. What’s your name?"

She smiled, her voice smooth like honey. "My name is Amara."

Tobi grinned. "Amara. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Look, I don’t do this often, but… would you like to go out with me?"

She raised an eyebrow, amused. "You sure you can handle all this?" she teased, giving him a playful spin, making those impossible curves move in ways that made his heart pound.

Tobi chuckled. "I don’t just sing about confidence—I live it. Let’s go out and find out."

She laughed, impressed. "Alright, superstar. Pick me up this weekend."

The New Look

After that night, Tobi felt different. Inspired. He wanted to mark this moment, so he did something bold—he dyed his hair green.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked. It was a new era. The era of Tobi Adewale, the hitmaker, the rising star, the man who had just asked out the most beautiful, curvaceous woman in Lagos.

Meeting the Parents

That weekend, Tobi took Amara out to a fancy restaurant, and they clicked instantly. She was smart, funny, and full of life. Over the next few weeks, they spent more time together, and Tobi knew it was time for the big step—introducing her to his parents.

When Tobi walked into his family’s house with Amara by his side, his mother’s eyes widened. His father raised an eyebrow. His younger siblings? They were speechless.

His mom finally spoke. "Tobi… she is… very… uh…"

Tobi smirked. "Yeah, I know. Amazing, right?"

His dad nodded slowly. "Son, you are full of surprises."

Amara laughed. "I get that a lot."

That night, over dinner, the family bonded with Amara, getting to know the woman who had captured Tobi’s attention. It was a night to remember.

Tobi leaned back in his chair, looking at Amara, then at his family. This was just the beginning.