The days that followed weren't exactly peaceful.
Dayo and his family had barely settled into a routine before the first wave of media arrived. At first, it was just one or two journalists lurking outside their home with cameras, asking about the Heathrow incident and who he thought was responsible. But before long, more came—reporters, bloggers, vloggers, even fans pretending to be delivery riders just to get close or chase an autograph.
It was chaos. The once-peaceful street had turned into a circus every other day. Neighbors complained. Cars slowed down just to snap pictures. Even his younger siblings weren't spared.
And the worst part? Dayo didn't know how his private information had leaked. He hadn't given out his address, and neither had his team. But the media always found a way.
One evening, after another long day of recording for Lois' album and dodging cameras, he sat with his father on the front porch.
