he’s g💔ne, so what now?

you just can’t predict somethings like—the title of this ME-mail or the next Jollof-Write that’ll drop in your inbox.

you don’t see somethings coming. Do you?

Somethings like—the title of this ME-mail or the next Jollof-Write that’ll drop in your inbox.

You just can’t predict.

Just like you can’t predict who signs out of this world next.

Like my uncle did on Tuesday morning.

The only words I could think of that morning:

There are those who sign out and you don’t feel it but there are some who sign out and they leave a very deep black hole because of they’ve made themselves so meaningful and colorful to the people around them.

My uncle was literally a painter. Arguably one of the best over the years. The buildings he has painted are the memories he has left behind for the rest of us.

No one can do it like Uncle Kazeem! 😪

Today’s Jollof-Write is a bit bitter, but sometimes life throws us lemons and the best thing to do is to just (forget about making lemonades) suck all the meaning that’s left.

I’m just here trying to figure out the “so what?” has this whole thing taught me. And it’s not the generic “life is short” bs. I’ll figure it out.

Till you here from me soon. Try to stay alive (cos that’s the best we can do), and stay jollof-hungry (this you can easily do—by avoiding those rotten-food in your inbox😉).