FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI
Now picture this: the stage lights flare, the saxophone cries, and a man with fire in his chest spits truth at a regime that fears no one. That was Fela. They burned his house, jailed him, beat him but he kept singing, louder, bolder, freer.
Because sometimes, your story is your loudest weapon. A man who used his voice as a shield and his music as a sword, challenging oppression with every beat and every lyric.
No Risk, No Story.