Dusk: Odunayo

And we’re live, in 3,2,1 *beep*

My name is Odunayo, now popularly known as Baba Moyo. But before I proceed to talk about the topic before me, I’d like to give honour to whom honour is due, by saying Good day panel of judges, accurate time keeper, my brilliant and eloquent co debater(s), parents and guardians, ladies and gentlemen.
In case anyone tries to pick similarities in the style of presentation with the speaker that came before me, please be informed that its a family decision. Yea, the boo and I are tight like that.

I spent the first minute in the new year asking God for grace to advance forcefully in the new year, then the next few minutes talking to my better 3/4 (she’s bigger than me). I had absolutely no idea the year would be the most eventful for me so far. Then I reached for my stash of firecrackers and gave the community a show to remember… Happy days.

Final exams came a few days after, and the bae proved to be the best companion ever! She fed me so much I found a few lost kg… The night results were released, the only way I made it through the suspense was with her by my side. Interestingly we’ve always been this way. She has always been there, close enough for me to look into her eyes and get transported into this realm where we’re oblivious of everyone and everything around. We passed final exams (well, technically I did but yeah we are one) and we were soo happy.

2012 Valentines’ day was a disaster, and I was determined to make this year one she’d always remember. I really went to town to try and make her smile all through the day! It worked (everybody get your minds out of the gutter!) It was a beautiful day nonetheless.

Induction day came, I went against the traditional white shirt and turned up in what she gave me for vals’ day- a wine shirt. I was on top of the world, especially as she looked exceptionally stunning that day. I was so proud to be seen beside her.

Then I had to move out of my room in school (abh). She cried so much that day. I knew why: apart from the sentimental value the room has, moving out meant she would no longer see me everyday. I almost cried too, but I’m made of sterner stuff than that.

Started the job hunt, I travelled twice every week, still tried to swing around Ibadan to see my love. You don’t know the struggle until you’ve had to be in three states in one day, dressed in a black suit, and keeping your papers neat! Then…


“Odun, my period has not come o” (lucky me, I didn’t get the classical ‘we need to talk’)

Somewhere in me, I knew something big had happened, but I just kept calm and stayed in control of my head. 3 days later, I went to the medicine store and bought 2 test strips, I should’ve bought one.  I smiled when I saw the reading. She. Did. Not. Smile. At all!

I didn’t know what to tell her. All I could think of was the fact that she’d be so heavy when she’s writing her final exams, and that won’t be much fun. She did not run out of tears o.

Following morning, I went to tell my best friend that he’s gonna be an uncle, and nigga had a sense of humour- who’s the mother? That joke wasn’t funny.

Period of the great affliction and depression. Nobody wanted to see me, nobody cared about me, everybody said crap, yes, everybody! All of them think I’ve forgotten their comments and body language a few months back, well, I haven’t. (>_>)

Damilola was sick everyday, everynight, I was afraid she won’t make it. I wanted to walk very far away into a forest and stay there. Brethren, those were hard times. I got a job, no salary for 4 months, things looked really bad, how can I have a baby on the way and not have any money?

We placed a wager as to what sex the baby would be.

I decided to dramatically ask her to marry me. Mind you, I’d been asking her since I met her, and it had always been a yes, but she needed to have a story to tell her friends, some romantic shii. So I bought a ring.
My perfect opportunity came one day she came to visit me at Abeokuta (against her parents’s wish- they still didn’t want us spending time together. We could talk on phone, but that was it) hello!! Chick was already pregnant!

She was sick again that day, and was really nasty to me. So much I considered not going back to her room that evening. But that was my window, I would ask her to marry me when we’re not having a good time. To show her that I love her, in sickness and in health (Like a boss).

We had our introduction ceremony, I swear that thing was a proper wedding. Her father almost drew a shank when the MC said we should ‎​‎​‎​‎​kisss. =))º°˚˚˚°ºнaĦaнaº°˚˚˚°º‎​=))

Societal pressure started reducing, folks weren’t so hostile to me anymore, but I was not to push my luck by asking to have her visit me or any such stuff.

Suddenly! Baby’s almost here! I need to go and shave, I need to present my most handsome face for my babygirl to see. My madam was allowed to come for my father’s Birthday party, I was grateful.

Aha! We’re here now *started from the bottom now we’ here*

I secretly wished my daughter would be born on my birthday.
2 days to my birthday, I got the much awaited call! I abandoned work and raced to IB and behold, it was a false alarm! I was angry. So angry because I thought my birthday won’t be much fun if she didn’t fall in labour before or on the day.

I got my wish! After hours of psychological trauma and insults, we got to the limit of science and medicine. I knew the possible complications. I’d taken several deliveries myself. Then God stepped in! That was it, end of discussion!  I saw my beautiful angel’s head emerge from the tunnel of life! Then I had to choose between cooing over the baby or holding Dami’s head and continuing 3rd stage.

Then the moment we walked out of that labour room with our baby, everything changed! Everything! I say, I became a star,  \(*_*)/ Everybody wanted to share in our joy, wise men came from the east… By the way, she stole my birthday, and all my hair!

We’re still receiving gifts for our baby, the seemingly hopeless situation in March has given way for a celebration that’ll last forever.

I’d always wanted to start a family early, God granted my request.

Oluwadamilola Omotooke, MoyosoreOluwa Zoe, I love you both, my precious girls. All I think about now is providing for you and protecting you.
I hope with these few points of mine…

1 The Most High God, He has shown His faithfulness over and over again.
2, My Family, everybody stood by me
3 My musketeers, Wale, Wole, Akin. I owe you guys one.

Odunayo here signing out of 2013 on a note of celebration. 🙂


So you are the one responsible for all the Wahala central that fell on Dami’s laps this year! LOL.

Reading your story (and Dami’s) we can already see that Moyo is going to be one really blessed child.

Moyo, when you grow old enough to read this, you’ll have proof you were a loved celeb before you were one month old. Much love 🙂


You can read the other half of the Story here DAY 5: DAMI

Day 6: Niro

Date: January 1 2013

Location: Somewhere around the Atlantic Ocean, Ikuru town – Andoni, Rivers State.

Based on a true story…

This year has been awesome.

I started the year with little or no expectations, I just wanted to leave my hometown and get back to Port Harcourt while counting down the days until February when I would be sent to one concentration camp in the name of National service. After waiting so impatiently for February (I actually moved to Benin to wait for the postings), it came and I was not mobilized for National service because according to the staff at the University of Benin’s Students’ Affairs, my mobilization letter did not come, so I had to wait for the next batch (after spending two months away from home doing nothing). I should add that all this while I stayed in Benin, I wasn’t doing anything… Just waiting (Good things come to those who wait right?)

NYSC camp came and my classmates were shipped off to their various camps and I was back home explaining to everyone why I wasn’t part of the Batch A mobilization while convincing others that I had actually graduated.
Determined to get rid of the impending boredom, I started looking around for jobs in Port Harcourt, but I just couldn’t find any (even though I got offers from places other than Port Harcourt). Before this time, I had embarked on yet another project, Kreek Entertainment with some of my friends, but somehow I still needed some place more to learn and develop.

I had given up the job search and decided to focus on Kreek when I got an email from AIESEC Nigeria advertising the position of a Graphic designer at a Digital Marketing firm, and a BBM message from a former boss asking me to come and work for a Fashion company, both in Lagos. This was my Abraham moment. And that was how I woke up one Sunday morning, and took the dream to Lagos. Fortunately, I got the job at the digital firm and the rest is now history.

Around May, I felt I needed to get serious with being a DJ, so I did a little housekeeping and with the help of the good people at Kreek Entertainment, we came up with a logo and a new identity for DJ Niro (see the new logo at facebook.com/djniro84). I also started what was supposed to be a monthly DJ mix, but somehow, we’re still stuck at episode 5. You can check them out here (hulkshare.com/kreekent)

June came, and this time around, my name was on the mobilization list and “Abuja” did not hold on to my mobilization letter. But I was going to Ebonyi. The first question I asked myself when I saw where I was posted to was, “Why do bad things happen to good men?” Well I was happy I was going for service finally, so it didn’t bother me if I was going to the middle belt to serve, the only problem was that Ebonyi was in the East not middle belt. And it was over 14 hours away from Lagos, away from the job I had spent barely 3 months on.

Camp opened and on the 26th of June, after spending 6 hours on the road, I found myself in the beautiful town of Afikpo, without internet (all I saw on my MTN line was GPRS throughout the 3 weeks). That notwithstanding, I got into the camp spirit and joined the OBS (orientation broadcasting Service for the uninitiated).That was how I effortlessly skipped every camp activity except the football competition of course. Met lots of uber cool people in the process – and redeployed back to Lagos at the end of camp.

On the 6th of November I turned 22 – no party, no friends; how that happened I don’t know, because I had been planning a party since September. Well I am still alive and thankful.

Right now, my life is revolves around an 8am to 9pm work schedule that revolves around digital marketing and NYSC duties and weekends that are made in Beijing (I’ve always wanted to use this phrase, thanks Efe), countless cinema visits and praying to God to touch the hearts of Airtel so they can restore that BIS on iPhone. I’ve grown from “Small man” to Niro (I was actually called small man by my aunty). I’ve also gone from wanting to be busy to wanting to be bored.

Amongst many other things, I learnt;
To be patient; Nah I’m kidding – don’t be patient. I learnt to take an opportunity when I saw it; after all the early bird gets the worm.

Mind what you say – it is not just twitter. I saw people lose their jobs because of tweets they posted.

David Moyes.

I am one app away from being a millionaire (Snapchat anybody?)

In 2014?
It can only get better!



Thank you very much Niro! I hope to listen to one of your heavy rotation mixes soon.

For those of you that loved Dami’s post yesterday, the second half of the story, told by none other than Odunayo himself, aka Mr Responsible, comes up this evening at six pm. You don’t wanna miss that 🙂