OYOS: A Year Completed, I love Life, God has given me more — The Movement of My Dial

Peace Blessings and Salutations

We go again,

The past year has been full of pain, terror anguish and anxiety. My success has also been incompatible to any other year prior. This is what I learned from it, don’t let what is done to you cripple you, don’t dwell on the defeat of a comrade or the loss of a loved one too long. The spirit of greatness stays and always remember the good as it is and don’t have it tainted jade or glazed over by the the spirit of nostalgia. What’s good is good and what’s done is done.

My life has been littered with pain and in my early 20’s it crippled me. I had to cut out the tumour cauterise the wound and live to fight another day, last year I decided I was ready to fight again and in that I have come by some amazing things

My writing is beloved and exalted by those who read it the message is conveyed and they understand my theories and what I have to offer the world. It’s quite astounding

I have performed at the highest level I ever have doing anything on any level. The only thing that comes close is my world building but even that doesn’t come close to the 150 articles I’ve wrote this year

This year I became an upstanding member of my community offering my help to those that need it and helped the kids that needed the information I had to offer.

My peers see what I do with astonishment and pizzazz, they beckon me to be a co-producer on the productions due to the skill and execution I use on my productions.

Ive created a fair few writing brands under the banner of NYTYPICAL along with the critically regarded Sickle Cell Companion used in hospitals by nurses.

So to say, I am an upstanding member of my community doing everything I can in my power I could do, even on 60% strength on average. That is something I can be proud of. I can do that much service as a whole while serving my career.

This is what I want to continue in more ways furthering to heights no one knew were possible.

This is the Movement of my Dial

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We go again,

I am honestly thankful for God showing me my writing can mean something and I thank myself for making that shift and accepting it fully.

Beginning of 2019 I was supposed to be writing some fashion blogs for fun while working on my architecture and technology portfolio for university.

Then tragedy struck and I was stuck in the terror and torment of my mind and in the following six months I would despair in my mind contemplating my own mortality again. Just as when I was a kid and learned the mortality of a Sickle Cell Patient changing my work ethic forever not letting anything dim my light but knowing there was part of me that was for sure living in that terror.

I took my time and I knew I didn’t want to hate myself I didn’t want to feel like I did when I was a kid again, I wanted to be strong – so I put my feelings on the page and I would write and write and write until I was done – I shared some of my writing to one or two people; one thing led to another and I said to myself I will release these works for others to read.

My fashion writing would continue as supplementary works to take my mind off the everlasting pain and despair on the pages that I wrote on. In tandem for months I was hearing about so many asinine blogs and ideas on Sickle Cell much like the ones that made me feel less like a human when I was a kid so these people forced me to make Sickle Cell Companion share some real science and part of some of the research that I’ve have in the tuck onto my blog too. In conjunction with my fashion blogs this has led to massive growth within me.

Now I have hundreds of pieces of content dedicated to storytelling & research both passions of mine. Exposing to the people how the world is dissected through my lens and the story’s I’m able to tell. I had no idea I have so much to say and this is only the start because we haven’t even scratched the surface of what I know know what I’m capable of. All the while in the greatest working moments of my life I fall out with “friends” for none other reason than I lied to myself about us being so close. So no woe is me moment.

All the stories I want to tell and share on this site will be absolutely amazing I like the way I am able to make people feel with these and knowing people really do feel when they read what I write is an amazing blessing I wouldn’t have seen if God didn’t say walk and I followed the instructions. The shift I made was slight but my commitment to the work I’ve done is so immense that suddenly other things become secondary.

I am so happy and grateful for all I have accomplished in this small time, I’ve had some fun in this painful time. The pain rarely passes and hopefully the fun won’t either.

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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Rhyme and Reason: Opening Up seems to be the Hardest Word #PrimeNYT

Bless up from your feet to your head top

we go again,

I am one simple man. I do what I can

Pain of passion, life writhe with despair and torment and the speck of hope life offers is stripped from them; For the sake of others… those who offer true escape are the only ones who can’t escape their own because almighty good has to be paired with a big bad to exist. That’s the pain of passion

When I give and give and get nothing back the emptiness goes on there is no time to take or love to have because the offer is too weak to accept and the thyth is so heavy to pay it you must look in the darkness and pick one person after the other out and in exchange thanks is pitiful and what the universe offers in return is tuppence to the energy expended the time sacrificed and the suffering lived through.

What is there really what time, what energy, what sustenance can be given for the things one man can live through that is unmatched by others. All worldly escapes are poisonous and all Godly rewards are honorary so why should one man ask of something he never sought relief from, why should one man look for release in something that is outside of him.

when I wrote Pain of passion, I was in a serious place. It was also one of the first time I wrote an idea down I was feeling fresh from my head to the page. Now it’s a milestone, I had more ideas but that one done something.

Fast forward early January 2019 I lived through trauma once again but only now I decided to write about it. The best good I can do through life wrought with despair and torment is offer the speck of hope in life where I had none. It was stripped from me but I lived so I live for the sake of others… to those that seek some sort of refuge.

The game I play by myself in this world can only be called forgiveness and freedom what wonderment it offers those around me and how long can I be tied to it’s tether. I ask myself that daily I receive no answers but the gifts I expend I can’t run away from.

To work for my solemn gain is to work selfishly and it’s not in my spirit to do so. I work for others as a symptom of the contract on my life and that is tied by blood and the only way to break it is death, all alone in my mission but around those who could only take and never help daily, encased in the prism of perspective unable to touch unable to take and I have to be okay.

The full education is in can I withstand what I learn about myself in my 20’s to even live through to see the fruits of my bargain. What a beautiful conundrum

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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We’re learning more of – Whatever Moves Your Dial

Damilare. Not Your Typical

Follow my socials Instagram: @nytypical Twitter: @nytypical

Please check out Some of my Thoughts On:

For some longer form write ups Read some of My Dialogues

Click here for my Essays 

To learn more about Owning Your Own Ship – OYOS