Picture this:
One guy dey waka for Lekki Phase 1, full of confidence.
He wear black mesh shirt, baggy acid-wash pants, and neon green knitted coif with chainmail vibes.
For hin mind, he dey express himself.
But for the people wey dey look am?
“Who be this one? Shey this one sef na fashion or na illuminati?”
You sef know how Lagos dey.
Everybody go pause. Side-eye. Whisper.
But imagine say just five minutes later, another person show for same junction —
Different body, same madness.
Maybe she rock similar neon, structured jacket, and black plaid skirts.
Now na different story.
Suddenly, it don go from “this guy dey ment” to “wait o… dem dey try start something?”
That’s the power of two.
That’s how craze turn movement.
Wokebot na that first voice.
The awkward shout from the back seat of danfo that make everybody start to demand their change.
We dey build armour — not just clothes — for people wey no fit blend in, and no wan blend in.
People wey dey look for identity in a world wey dey serve copy-paste drip every season.
We no follow formula. We dey form am. From scratch.
Neon green?
Na our banner.
Loud, unmissable, unapologetic.
That colour no dey beg you to notice am — e just dey.
And that’s the kind of confidence we want you to wear.
But if you no dey loud naturally, no wahala.
We still get muted palettes, soft-wear for hard souls.
Your silence fit still shake room — it just get different frequency.
Whether you be Alausa introvert or Surulere spotlight chaser, we dey build for all sides of your form.
At the end of the day,
Wokebot no be just cloth.
Na philosophy.
Na community.
Na design for the soul.
So if you don ever feel like the only mad person —
just know say you no dey crazy, you just dey early.
You dey before the movement blow.
Come join us WOKEBOT FORT.
The Fort dey open. The vision dey loud.
Your armour dey wait you.
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