The time of the psychological passing over from boyhood to manhood is a movable feast. The lega date fixed on the 21st Birthday has little or no connection with it. There are men in their teens and there are boys in their forties. James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
U.S. writer, lawyer, and diplomat.
It’s my Birthday today and I want to give thanks;
To God for the very moment of my conception. To my parents for all the love, struggling through their meager teacher finances to raise me. To my three lovely sisters whose lives I feel privileged to share, I live for you my cuties. To my big aunties, my many alternate Mothers. To my Cousins and relations who I can’t list here for making me feel special always. To my man Chuka Charles Sokei, a brother in the form of a friend.
To my friends, all those who I have met in my time on earth, all my ‘lost’ primary school friends, those with whom I played football with bare feet in the rain, all my peeps at Gifted School who shaped much of what I am today, all my fellow Lions & Lionesses who I interacted with as a Student Unionist, as a member of the Editorial Board of the Campus Magazine, as a guy. To all my class mates, the Unique 47, the best group of people anywhere on earth. To all my teachers, past present and future. To all the ladies I ever dated, most of who thought ‘I deserved someone better’ and left.
To my newest legion of friends on Facebook, the people who make living seem so easy. To all who have shaped my creative writing skills. To Ngozi Nwozor of The Nation, Chimamanda Adichie, Pius Adesanmi , Sowore of Sahara Reporters. To all those that publish me; Nigeria Village Square, Sahara Reporters, Ukpaka Reports, Nigerians in America, Gamji.com, Nigeria2day, Genius journal and NEXT. To all those who read me especially those that frequent my blog , una too much!
To Dele Ogun for the friendship. To the Genesis Project Team for finding me worthy of your association. To Tomi Davies for more than I can list. To TechnoVision Communications for giving me a hand just when I was getting desolate. To Brii, the pretty face on the other side of the table at work.
To Stanley Achonu, Agbomire, Onyeka Nwelue, Dami and Emmanuel for being my friends. To the DADA Books family. To the literati in Nigeria for sustaining the flow of my quill. To the Abuja Writers Forum for sustaining my belief. To Shiang Zola my Malaysian online friend who has redefined the word ‘friendship’ for me. To you for reading this. I am who I am today because of you and on this date I wish to say that word we often forget to say; THANK YOU.