A Diary of Silver linings: why I’m a creator you follow

Bless up from your feet to your head top

We go again,

Last year I wrote a book, not many people know I have a book, but I told myself henceforth I will share it so whoever needs it can see it. I have a growing voice in fashion and much of my writing is not fashion related, obscure to me but that’s the world I live in and how my life is.

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Here’s my first book, I want to say, this book is unlike any of my other works, born of pain an anguish of a failed system I hope to change. Nothing to do with fashion and more to do with real life. I wrote this book before all of the troubles of last year and how there’s a silver lining to everything. Once you see it, seize it capture it and Burst it Open so the light it brings shines on everyone in your space. That’s what this book is about

Last year my people were dying on the streets, there were so many points where I saw the pain and suffering reflected in the people in the work I produced. I decided not to share my work because my words in the moment meant more than the words I had written, even though it was months apart.

There were times when I was asked in the moment to make fashion videos, I had created a show that was unlike any before it and meant so much to the community who were exposed to it. My spirit really said I should not do no productions because people in the streets, me being in the streets was more important than fashion.

I am not for your consumption

Janelle Monet, via Taurus

There were moments that were necessary for others to escape that I could provide but it wasn’t in me to help people escape, I needed to live in the moment as a human just like everyone else and that needed to be respected because there were voices that I needed to listen to and I needed others to hear.

In America from Kobe and Pop Smoke, to Ahmaud Arbery, to the Lekki tollgate massacre 2020 did not let up I made the decision to live in it. Covid made sure we stewed in it, how could a man like me, raised by the people create an escape. I didn’t see it, if it was my job to do that I’m sorry.

My business took a hit because of and now I’m here again asking for peace, patience and guidance to work up again in the eyes of the people from this site and those that follow me.

My existence is not for your consumption, my work is. We are tied, but I was tired. I’m due to show up and show everyone again, why I am a creator you follow

Whatever Moves Your Dial

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A Thought On: Mediocrity (Live in the middle pt.2) Perfect Level

We go again,

I find mediocrity a really big deal. Considering so many people live in it, exist in it court it and feel it. There just seems to be an understanding that mediocrity is okay. I’m so open to that idea it just sounds like bliss being okay with a normal life; Although the thought of normal isn’t becoming of me I still covet it like Odysseus.

I am incredibly okay with mediocrity, although I feel forced to live out of it and observe it knowing it can’t observe itself. Mediocrity Is my favourite thing on this planet. People who try new things happen to be mediocre at it, whenever you try something new the result is your mediocrity.

I don’t see it as people falling short of greatness I see it as people experimenting and experiencing life which is the flavour life offers. Like I said I am not allowed to live in mediocrity because I observe it. Like most Genii, Artists Mathematicians and Highly Ranked Religious folk.

Theres one place mediocrity is not allowed in art, Religion or mathematics. All the superior thinkers in buddhism, shamans science and Art all come to the one conclusion of Nirvana. We explore and traverse the world of thought telling people what we think as life goes on we all end up in the same place. No one after them listens and instead follows them, mostly because life is about the journey.  We all end up in the same place though, thousands of years worth of written texts all ending up in the same place. Its mystical.

I guess observable greatness is what makes mediocrity exist and vice versa. I never know when I am being great but people from time to time tell me I am. Such is life I seek the tranquility people chase the storm of Genius and Higher thought.

 

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Rhyme and Reason: Where does the Light giver turn to? God is the one I turn to #PrimeNYT

Bless up from your feet to your head top, keep your neck up,

We go Again

People have often asked me “if you’re everyone’s person, who do you turn to” my answer has been silent for a long time.

That absence of an answer has left me longing for a human connection with someone that understands me, who I am & what I go through. For so long I had asked myself questions; deep penetrating questions since I was a kid. I would talk to myself everyday trying to figure it out and of the parts I did have figured out I would share it with people.

This had people coming back to me for some time but it would not have them respect me as a person I would be someone they take from but would never feel a need to give back to. I would shield them from forsakers when they were not looking and I wouldn’t look for thanks I would want them to be good.

As a person I would expect them to be better humans because no one was coming after them, instead they felt untouchable and that they didn’t need me… my own folly. The day they left would induce a fall from grace, I never liked that not ever.

In 2016-2018 I found myself being the weirdos amongst artists, no one really to relate to, no one who understood me, no one to challenge me or to channel the energy I put out back into me.

So I sit in my room and contemplate my existence hours on end searching for reason and meaning bringing myself to a place to that I can say I like, the meaning I sought after has taken me away from vices and certain toxic behaviour and brought me to a calmer status of life.

The only person I can truly talk to is myself and the only person I lean on is God.

‘Lean on me when you’re not strong, I’ll help you carry on, for it won’t be long till I’m going to need somebody to lean on.’

Such a statement on the world I can’t help but think about while writing this, I ask and God responds. I just want to be a better person for myself and for the people in this world and I find the questions I ask no one, not one of my contemporaries can answer; there is no peer or mentor who feels to seek within themselves a better them in this life. Some of us seek money and admiration, I seek myself on my time on this Earth.

Funny thing is I know exactly who I am and exactly what I am supposed to do I am really just compelled by human persuasion thinking someone like me can’t be accepted by the likes of them. Most of all the people I look up to have been killed by humans, what type of future does that bode for someone like me?

So I turn to God, ask him why me, why this way, why love, why do so many people despair, why can I wash it away, why does speaking to me make other people feel better, why can I draw out somebody’s greatness. The questions go on and on and they roll around my mind seeking to be answered now not by man but by God, I know exactly what I’m capable of why can’t I be selfish with it. Why don’t I care about money or admiration or love of people who are not God? I have no idea how to answer those question and I know those questions aren’t of this world either.

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