Who is after my life?

Show me a cuter 10-year-old. Happy birthday once again my pretty little niece. God bless you and to you reading this, don't stress me with nonsense questions. Love and plenty lights. (Photo credit: Adeyemi Omo Oba)

The world doesn’t stop when you lose your loved ones. I learnt this the hard way, and like we have come to understand, it is what it is.

I haven’t been here in a long while; to be honest, there’s been no time for me to spare. However, I have a lot on my chest to whisper into the thin air, hoping I either feel better or get reasonable answers. I am also talking to myself here while trying to pass sane messages to deaf ears. Oh well, maybe not.

It’s tough to even know where to start from. It was my birthday the other day, and seeing today is the 16th of my favorite month, I wonder where time is running to. Looks like someone we don’t see is tampering with the fangs of time. Why the rush? It was just the first of the month three hours ago; how is today the 16th?

Speaking of my birthday this year, I enjoyed every bit of it. Not because of the gifts but because I came to terms with the fact that I’m now an old man. My birthday theory remains the same, however; it’s weird to get all the love on one day and then feel like they have all forgotten you exist the next day.

Spoiler alert, especially for those of you who are reading from me for the first time: I’m a bipolar storyteller. Don’t attempt to link one paragraph to the other; there’s a reason it has the title it does. It’s more like me thinking aloud. I hope you understand.

The time is 5am; I’m thinking about Dad and Mom. It was their wedding anniversary two days ago, and I was unavailable to go lay wreaths on their beds. Of course I’m going to do it; I need all the energy in the world, the courage to fight tears and the grace to stay intact through the journey.

That leaves me with the friends they gave me, grateful for their wellbeing and hoping to see them all again before the end of the year. That’s me technically announcing my holiday destination. I hope they’re sending me a ticket, though; I trust them.

And then to work. Ask anyone, I enjoy what I do and will always be grateful for the opportunity to create experiences for brands; biting more than I can chew has always been a problem, but as long as my limbs don’t retire me again, I will always go again.

How do I gossip about my colleagues without mentioning their names? Err… Not like they will beat me, but UG and Lanre gave me their earrings over the last two weeks, and Jubilee ensured I got a birthday shout-out at the Alte Culture Festival; the rest want to kill me with work on the Cute Ones side of life.

At the other end, lol, the team is under attack. How can they all break down at the same damn time? Goes to show that no one is a machine – except Rambo. Hoping they all find fitness over the weekend so we can go again on Monday.

And then to the ones in Biggie’s house LOL, someone sent me a text saying we packed “Only Fans” folks into the house. I am not allowed to comment further, but expect a twist as always, something black, something original, something sensually dangerous.

My creative assistant feels idle; I just pity her and her hijab. The storm of work that is coming will make her repent. Did I tell you guys I floated a storytelling company? Yh right, expect loads of quality stories from us and, Fareedah has an intern, how are they doing sef? I should check on them today.

Okay, to the elephant in the room, my BP issues... Well, my tests results came out fine, I was told my heart is the healthiest they have seen in a long while and mu kidneys are fine (this one terrified me), my liver is alright, and I wonder why some think I drink too much.

So, what is spiking my BP? There's this headache that has been haunting me for weeks, makes me wonder which of my exes has been asking God to punish me. Anyways, I feel better and if I have the courage to check my BP after this emotional weekend, I will write about the whole BP episode.

I've been up to quite a lot of great things recently. I am working with a team of animators who have the Guinness World Record in their sights, this one excites me and you should anticipate it. I took another big risk... There's something about Orchid but not today...

I was trying my best to fight loneliness and to live the dream while at it. This led me to the path of drama, a little bit of trauma and insane paranoia. Age was supposed to come with some level of calm, but this one wouldn’t.

Cute little baby acting all demonic, throwing words around like a gardener who is owed salaries, wanting to be heard without listening, acting the judge and jury on the same bench. Let the bird enjoy the warmth of the other nest; if it remembers the way home, there will be a dinner.

Joy got me really angry a few days ago, but I’ve forgiven her; she’s getting me cargo pants. I’m that cheap, but yeah, I was really pissed. There are lines you don’t cross. Don’t tamper with what makes me happy or keeps me afloat. Don’t!

I hoped I wouldn’t have to write about Dad and Mom, but Jota just crossed my mind. I hated how he always scored against Arsenal but, God sees my heart, I don’t mind him coming to score a hattrick at the Emirates if that will keep him alive.

The people you truly love don’t die; they live forever, maybe not in their houses where we can dine together again, but in our hearts where nothing can hurt them again. It’s a lot to let out, but life has its rude ways always; it is what it is.

My baby was ten last week Friday. Morireoluwa, the one who has my mom’s name – her first grandchild, by the way. I feel like a terrible uncle. I promised her a cousin since ten years ago. I will kuku pay; I’m a Lannister. Ask around; I always pay my debt.

So, why haven’t I paid? Not today…