Part4: The Day I Met My Favorite Celebrity

After Davido reposted my short film, my world began to shift—fast. Suddenly, people who never paid attention before were now interested in what I had to say, what I was creating, and most of all, what I would do next.

But while all the online buzz was exciting, real life didn’t pause for it. I still had lectures, assignments, and bills to think about. The recognition was beautiful, but it didn’t erase the fact that I was still just a student from Lagos with dreams bigger than my current circumstances.

That Monday, I walked into school and noticed people whispering and smiling as I passed. Some classmates clapped me on the back. My lecturer even stopped me after class and said, “You’re making us proud, Toluwani. Keep representing.” It felt good… no, amazing.

A few days later, I got another DM—this time from a small Lagos-based production house.

“Hi Toluwani, we saw your short film and were moved by the storytelling. Would you be open to coming in for a creative pitch?”

My hands went cold.

A pitch?

This was something I had only dreamed of. But instead of panicking, I remembered what brought me here—passion, honesty, and the story that started it all: meeting Davido.

I said yes.

The meeting was scheduled for the weekend. I prepared a new idea—a continuation of Chance Encounter, where the character not only meets a celebrity but learns the pressure and reality of chasing success in the entertainment industry.

I practiced my pitch over and over in front of Ayo and Uche. They gave feedback, helped me adjust the flow, and even helped design a simple storyboard.

The day of the meeting, I wore the same shirt I wore when I met Davido—it felt like good luck.

The production house office wasn’t big, but it was filled with energy. Posters of past shows lined the walls. Young creatives walked around with laptops, headphones, and ideas buzzing in their heads.

I was introduced to the creative director—a young woman named Ada, who smiled warmly as I walked in.

“Toluwani,” she said, shaking my hand. “I watched your film. You’ve got something rare.”

We sat, and I shared my new concept.

She listened quietly, nodding at the right moments, occasionally scribbling notes.

When I finished, she looked at me and said, “This is strong. You’re raw, but that’s what we like. We’re working on a short series for youth creatives. I want to bring you on board—not just for this story, but to grow.”

I blinked. “Wait… like join your team?”

She smiled. “As a junior writer. Learn, contribute, build your voice.”

I could hardly believe it. A week ago, I was just chasing a dream. Now, I was being invited into the real space where those dreams could start to live.

When I walked out of that meeting, I didn’t feel like a student anymore. I felt like an artist.

I rushed back to tell Ayo and Uche. We celebrated that night with small chops and loud music in the dorm. Not because I had “made it,” but because we had started something real—from nothing.

But here’s the truth, baby: all of this, everything that happened, came from one simple moment.

Meeting Davido.

One handshake. One smile. One moment of encouragement.

That was the match that lit the fire.

And I realized something deep that night—sometimes your life won’t change in a day, but in one small moment, everything you believe about yourself can change.

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To be continued in Part 5…