The fast-rising Nigerian afrobeat star just served us “Grass” – a certified street hymn song that’s equal parts celebration and call-to-action. From the jump, Kefa brands himself “the real sky face” and sets the tone: Everybody (grow like grass) K-rich (grow like grass) My money (grow like grass) Enemy (die like grass) It’s raw prosperity gospel over infectious log drums – the kind of hook that sticks in your head from Lagos traffic to London clubs. But Kefa doesn’t stop at flexing. The real magic drops in the unity chorus: Omo Igbo (iwo da) Omo Yoruba (iwo da) Omo Hausa (iwo da) Baby (malo pada) Translation? “Where you at?” to every tribe, followed by “Baby, don’t go back” – a plea to stop the backward slide and move forward together. In one breath, he’s got Igbo, Yoruba, Hausa joining hands like it’s 1960 all over again. Then comes the roll call of kings: Big guys wey dey rock – Cloudz, Badoo, OBO, Wizzy, Burna, Zlatan, Naira… down to Pocolee, Carter, even Dolla Thrift. It’s a loud shoutout to the ecosystem that raised him, from global superstars to the underground dancers and producers grinding daily. Street pidgin flows effortless: “Music during the day, Igbo for night, Eba for