I've found myself to be more inclined towards the simple things life has to offer. I do not like the extreme things most people derive joy from. I like to take a simple walk every evening, with nothing but my thoughts and my music. I like to pick up a book to read and find myself immersed in the story. I like to watch movies and think about a hundred other types of scenarios it could've played out. I like to cook because it gladdens my heart and makes me feel like an artist. Somehow, I need not say, that I do not like people—the majority of them, though—and I detest staying in large gatherings or talking to strangers. I love the comfort of my solitude and my wandering thoughts; probably why most of the relationships I build with others don't last, because I'm always quick to detach myself.

Some say I'm shy, but I don't think so; I just can't keep up that facade of enjoying a conversation for long. Some say I'm rude—well, I like to think that's subjective—and, ah, there's my favourite narrative about me: some say I'm proud, and I like the contempt that comes from them towards me with this narrative, anything to keep you away from me.

With all that being said, I've got some good friends and folks, though—albeit a handful of them—people I'm free and friendly with, and people I enjoy their company. Take, for example, my younger brother Michael. I met him as a level-headed and hot-tempered young man, and now I take pleasure in the fact that being in my company and under my guidance has made him a better person. He still has his rough edges, but in time, I'll correct them. And then there's Denis, one of my realest at this point. Calling him a friend would be an insult, as we're practically brothers now. He believes we're destined for greatness, and oh boy, I second that belief as well with every ounce of faith in me. Yes! He's taking me to the O2 Arena one day. Damilare, my longest-running friend—or brother, rather—with whom I made and am still making some lovely memories. Then there's one called Teni as well, a rubbish boy who wouldn't let me rest ever since he finally got into a relationship, and he keeps rubbing it in my face. Who can blame him, though? Being single for 21 years would have taken an enormous toll on his mental health, poor boy. But still, I'll be there for him when he gets his heart broken and needs a shoulder to cry on. I mean, what are friends for? Lol! And the OG of them all, Timilehin, who is the reason I'll probably not make heaven. This guy is the definition of a terrible influence, but still, we ride together for life—my best man on my wedding day for sure. This list goes on with some other amazing friends, and I'd love to give a shout-out, but I'll skip the details, they're the best I could've ever asked for. And oh, I love Taylor Swift as well; I still think we might get married someday.