This is a bonus blog post. Do check it out if you want to gain awareness and clarity on your childhood experiences. I simply am a vessel used to bring this information to you. Your level of open mindedness and comprehension is all that stands between us.
https://t.co/NhNfvZLu6X
Explaining Nigerian weather to Americans is a full-time job
[VIDEO: Comedic skit reenacting the conversation, explaining Harmattan]
🔴 https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
"Does it snow in Nigeria?"
"No sir. But we have Harmattan."
"Hammer what?"
This conversation from my first week in America lives rent-free in my head. The cultural translation glitch is eternal.
For years, I existed in the margins. Undocumented. Unseen. Surviving in the spaces between systems.
The world told me I wasn't supposed to be here. So I made art that proved I was.
This is that art: https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
For years, I didn't exist on paper.
Undocumented. Invisible. A ghost in a country full of people who could see right through me.
But ghosts can still create. And this book is proof that invisible hands can make visible things.
Link in bio 🔴
When you're undocumented, invisible becomes your whole personality. But also your superpower. Let me explain.
[VIDEO: Talking head, vulnerable, how art became the outlet]
🔴 https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
I was 16 when I became invisible.
Undocumented. Unseen. Unheard.
And in that silence, I found my voice. It sounded like ballpoint pen on paper.
🔴 The book is live. https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
choosing freedom at 16 is just choosing to be scared in a place where nobody knows your name. 10/10 would recommend (with caveats) though. 10/10 forced character development. 0 stars for the experience, 5 stars for the results.
At 16, I chose freedom. What nobody told me is that freedom feels like falling.
For years, I wasn't sure if I was ascending or crashing. The art was my way of finding out.
Read the full story: https://t.co/6sOtUCL5QV
Freedom feels like falling.
When I chose to stay in America, I thought I was flying. Turns out I was just... falling with style.
This drawing is from the year I was still falling. Before the wings.
Full piece in the book: link in bio 🔴
The difference between flying and falling is just whether you've figured out the wings yet
[VIDEO: Contemplative, slow shots of drawing, voiceover about freedom]
🔴 https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
Nobody tells you that freedom feels like falling.
At 16 I chose exile. At 17 I was still falling. At 25 I'm still not sure I've landed.
But I grew wings somewhere in there. The book is evidence.
🔴 https://t.co/CjN9l0Jgny
Lagos didn't prepare me for weather that hurts your face, I cried.
Not because it was beautiful (it was).
Because I realized how far I was from everything I knew.
Lagos didn't prepare me for weather that hurts your face, I cried.
Not because it was beautiful (it was).
Because I realized how far I was from everything I knew.