Happy birthday, Emmanuel's Letters !

One-year olds are old enough to walk, aren't they?

Oct 18, 2024

Today has been exhausting …

Plain truth. It's even in my breathing. Wrote around eight pieces today + a couple sections for the eBook I started last year and abandoned. I have now vowed to finish it this month.

No, finish it by Sunday.

I am working on it from 8PM to 11 PM daily and I love it.

It is about writing, and I’d give it out for free. Not because I have billionaire parents, but because I want to use it to learn.

I might republish it in the future tho.1

Guys,

Today, I saw that this newsletter would be a year old tomorrow, and I am writing this by 10:25 PM with brain fatigue so I don't know how well I can wax poetic about all the love and all the lessons.

Special thanks to my gee, who I address mostly as G in these letters (because it's the first letter of his name too) for helping me accept being a writer.

Mr. Ike-Ake, G is sleeping now, exhausted after a day of “going Kobe”. He asked me to wake him by 9:30 and I did. That he is still sleeping makes me pity him. We've only had four hours of rest today.

It was holidays last year and I just started this Substack one day like that. Unabashed at the cliche, the rest they is … ?

Say it, lol!

Thanks to ISD who writes Thoughts and Truth for recommending Substack earlier.2

It's been a whole year.

People mostly talk about how “time flies” but not this one. I can feel the heavy, slow weight of it when I reminisce ... It was like two years, but I love where I am now; forward, better, striving and fighting, even more strong-willed than ever before.

I started this newsletter writing tech-cum-business, then AI-meets-philosophy, then AI-meets-philosophy-meets-(pop) culture.

Now, I write personal essays.

Maybe I’d write movie scripts tomorrow, who knows? How unpredictable can’t life be?

(J. Cole’s Port Antonio is playing now ~~and I want to become a rapper~~)

But I have chosen this form: essays. You’d see me doing essays in one form or the other for a long time.

(Now, Daylyt feat. J. Cole is playing, ~~and I want to be a rapper more badly~~)

The ko-ko is: I want to master essaying.

So, to you. Thank you. My poetic brain is not working well now, my eyelids are crusted and heavy and threatening to fall off the sockets because … i am … tired. If you see this yaaawwwn … oh, the demerits of text!

I’d write something else tomorrow to really really celebrate and say thank you with all the metaphors in the world, in the way you deserve, OK?3

Next issue will be out on Monday.

This second, my Mom’s text dropped into my phone. It's just a long string of emojis, many *girl dancing*, musical instruments, *100%*, *thumbs-up*.

Let me go see if she wrote anything …

No. She didn't. She was replying to … my response to her message.

Earlier today, she had sent this message that made me laugh and love her 200x more. It started with “My Number One” and she said ‘I have a villain in my head’ is “a masterpiece”.

If your Mom thinks you are the best thing after Shakespeare, it’s true.

Thank you, Mummy. For being my superfan. I do everything for you.

And I love you all!

You know naw …

As always,