Eight years ago, I made a decisive yet spontaneous choice that changed the course of my life. What followed were a series of personal tragedies. First, I lost a dear friend in a plane crash, we texted continuously until he boarded the flight with a promise to speak the next day. Then, I lost another family member to cancer, someone I will be eternally grateful for having known. It was only after her passing, and after enduring yet another phase of life, that I truly understood the saying: you never know the value of someone so dear until you lose them.
These losses were wounds that could never fully heal. When life tests you so relentlessly, even the will to serve your country can fade. I withdrew from social media, surrendered my wrist to the captures, bore the chains with pride, and pressed on, I wore my new phase with smiles, hid my pains, served everyone whilst slowly losing myself.
Nigeria, the country I love with all my heart became a distant memory. Thankfully, that chain has now been broken.
Through those difficult years, God also blessed my family with the gift of new life, a reminder that even amid loss, there are reasons to be grateful.
Now, in the later part of my years, I am back. I will write about our country again. God will call me in His time, but until my last breath, I will remain engaged in the work of our community, doing whatever I can to contribute.
I am deeply thankful for the time I have been able to spend with my children, the quadrupole T’s. I love you with every vein in my body. Our ancestral roots need voices, another voice to join the chorus already speaking. I shall resume writing about Nigeria, our communities, not necessarily returning to screens, but grateful for the new generation of voices, passionate about genuine progress, peace, and freedom from needless human conflict and oppression. Even when we have lost everything, if we reclaim our voice, we have truly lost nothing.
Kayode Ogundamisi
The Midlands
06/03/2026
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