Movement is in my blood—whether it's the hypnotic grooves of ndombolo pulling my hips or the infectious energy of afrobeats that makes standing still impossible. I'm that person cycling through Rema's introspection, Magic System's brass-heavy street anthems, and the raw pulse of Ivorian hip-hop, finding the thread that connects Lagos to Brazzaville to Abidjan. My sonic palette is borderless and unapologetic; I move through continents via rhythm, collecting sounds the way others collect stamps. Life's too short for one lane, so you'll catch me nodding to bikutsi's percussive fire one moment and floating through FKA twigs' ethereal landscapes the next. The city's rhythm is my heartbeat, and the world's dance floors are my atlas.