He dragged the file into his DJ software. The waveform sprang up, thick and vibrant, promising loud, clear sound. Emeka adjusted his monitor speakers and double-clicked the track.

Emeka smiled, thinking of the file sitting on his laptop. He had almost bypassed that search result, almost clicked a different link. But he had chosen wisely.

The venue was a grand hall in Enugu. The crowd was a mix of older men in isiagu (lion-head) caps and younger people in modern attire. The atmosphere was stiff. Emeka had started with some soft highlife, but people were merely nodding their heads. The energy was missing.