Love your presence and hate your departure.
May you find peace, and may you find solace in the world beyond.
May your smiles and charm transcend generations.
May your purpose live on through every life you touched, blessed, and protected.
Sleep on, friend.
Sleep on, brother.
Sleep on, dynamite.
Your witty cheerfulness is what we will always remember — calm, humble, charismatic, an indomitable screen god.
A short life lived with fulfillment and purpose is far greater than a long life consumed by misery and emptiness.
You were more than iconic; you were a hero.
Rest gallantly, in style and class.
Glaze of the Sun
Glaze of the sun
glazing over my shadows.
I heard
the voices of sparrows
with pain in my marrow—
yet the road is still narrow
toward the colors of my rainbows 🌈,
sublimed in sunflowers 🌻.
I speak to the earthly—
Mother Nature hears me.
My Nubian soul,
purified by dignity.
Head strong 💪,
heart in the limelight.
The sunrise—
the birth of a new horizon.
Summery blue skies,
deeper greenery,
far from the moody,
melancholy winter.
I am a son of this soil,
a son of the sunrise 🌅—
lit, lighted, lifted,
wrapped in vigor, vigilance, and vibrancy.
A world without sunlight
is a butterfly forgotten—
so fly, fly
until you meet the sun,
baked in its brilliance,
and finally… bask in it. 🦋
Always remember — when we were young, we thought like young men.
Now that we are grown, we must carry the spirit of an old soul.
Slow to anger.
Quick to listen, but slow to respond.
Because we think deeply and question the reason behind every action.
That is growth.
We walk in the city of wisdom.
We show less, but we understand more.
We live the experience, not the noise.
May we nurture our growing days,
embracing every inch of them with grace.
Nurturing truth,
mental wellness,
and accountability.
Thinking twice before every action.
Counting the mind before the lips utter a word.
Rooted in wisdom.
Clerics of purpose.
Surrounded by healthy company.
Living a balanced life—
between work and living.
Separating obligations from aspirations.
Understanding the value of the smallest dot in life.
A sound mind.
A healthy soul.
A clear vision.
A kindled spirit.
Spark your light with vibrance.
Spark your life with the right attitudes,
for attitudes determine altitudes.
Say less, but mean more.
Love with pure intentions.
Speak with determination and clarity.
Stand in truth at all times,
even in the face of death.
Endure hard times,
for they make you stronger.
Live.
Love.
Laugh.
And let every day radiate its vibrance through you, my friend.
New York City
The city of day and night.
The city surrounded by oceans and sweat,
hopes and fears,
dreams and nightmares.
I spent six years in New York,
and somehow this city always reminded me of Lagos.
My stories here are written on walls of bricks and bridges —
in thick, foggy mornings,
in freezing grazing snow,
in hot summer weather,
and in sleepless nights in Times Square.
The cameras.
The lights.
The action.
Sometimes I walked the runway as a model.
Sometimes I sat in film school as a creative.
But most times,
I was simply that young man from Lagos, Nigeria 🇳🇬
navigating the altitudes and attitudes of life.
Whether I gain it all
or lose it all,
my feet,
my fears,
and my fiery determination
were built in the New York Cityscape.
Among the high rises and high towers,
Wall Street and the business districts,
the fashion epicenters and lifestyle revolutions,
the yellow taxis,
the friendly cops 👮♂️,
and the colorful heritage of New York.
The great pride of the people of America 🇺🇸 reminds me
that whether white collars or black power,
this city has a way of demanding equality,
dignity,
and respec# #NewYorkCity #NYCStories #FromLagosToNYC #ImmigrantStory DreamChaser CityDreams NYCLife
Sometimes the man in me cries for a new world.
A new song.
A new start.
A new nation.
A rebirth.
A reform.
A redemption.
A clock that could move backward—
through decades,
through time,
through memory.
Maybe then we would see life
through the eyes of needles—
sharp, precise,
unforgiving to illusion.
A critical mind.
No shadows.
No mirages.
No mirrors.
No fakes—
only realness,
a genuine heart,
an upright mind.
They say adulthood is a scam.
Yet the responsibility of a child is vulnerability.
So what, then,
is the responsibility of an adult?
When we grow in age but not in insight.
When we build wealth but not values.
When we are lost in the crowd—
the trends,
the performances,
the show-offs,
the sparks and the glimmer—
and still cannot find ourselves.
The journey to self does not begin in noise.
It begins in isolation.
In reflection.
In accountability.
In redirection.
And only then—
in redemption.
