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Working on me. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #toxic #healing #process #peace
For sure. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #family
Real talk! 
@Regran_ed from @manyouscript -  Embrace FEELING. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #feel #emotions #distractions - #regrann
Embrace FEELING. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #feel #emotions #distractions
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Simply. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #confidence #patience #health #wealth #life #peace
Your person. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace
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This is so good! @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #selfwork #selflove #rp @shalommelchizedek @_theycallherlove
This is so good! @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #selfwork #selflove #rp @shalommelchizedek @_theycallherlove
Do the capacities match? @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #capacity
Process. @manyouscript #love #life #peace #manyouscript #selfwork #selflove #growth
Lmaao! Real talk. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #great #sex
Much needed. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #nurturing #manhood  #rp @thoughtsofamatureman
@Regran_ed from @manyouscript -  Love. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #harmony - #regrann
Endless ❤ @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #sexy #cuddles #bed #embrace
It's a choice. #manyouscript @manyouscript #love #life #peace #loyalty #cheating #partnership #choice
Love. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace Photo: @eric.floberg
Intense. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #partner #wisdom #bestfriend #rp @thegoodquote.co
Yes! Lol @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #laugh
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Love yourself through. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #confidence #patience #health #wealth #life #peace #happiness #wholeness #joy #family #qualitytime
Amen. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #selflove #hardwork #rp @mantalks
Key indeed. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace
#Repost @manyouscript(@save.repost) So true. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #introvert #peace #love #contentment #introspect #rp @_conscious_community_
So true. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #introvert #peace #love #contentment #introspect #rp @_conscious_community_
#amen #homework
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Indeed. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #ownership #toxic #rp @wordporm
Via👉 @manyouscript -  Put it down. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #love #life #peace #quality #rest #disconnect #morelife
Indeed. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #ownership #toxic #rp @wordporm
Lmaaoo! Happy Saturday 😊 @manyouscript #manyouscript #selflove #confidence #patience #health #wealth #life #peace
Truth. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #loyalty #rp @realmenmovement
Valuable lesson. @manyouscript #manyouscript #healing #happiness #love #life #peace #rp @herheartwaits
Higher learning... #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
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Life can be lived in whatever way you want to live it, it’s up to you to define it the way you want it to be.
#Yr16(1+6=7)
#STAYME7O
Very true. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #loyalty
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I wish. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #poems #writing #thatperson #iwish #hearts
So, I did minimal research before running with the name #ManYouScript and I can't change that. 
Simply clicking on the hashtag a few days ago had me like 😳

I found the Instagram account @manyouscript and was... Stunned. "What the..?" Disappointed. "Somebody else has this?" Sad. "Sigh..." Discouraged. "I don't want to do this anymore." But then... I was reflective. "Hang on a minute..." Pleased. "Somebody. Else. Has. This!" Encouraged. "I am not alone on this journey." Grateful. "All is not lost." Recommitted. "Let's do this!" So... while the overall essence will remain the same, I have to retreat into my mind to reorganize, restrategize and then reactualize my little 'self express' train before I bring her back out on the tracks. 
I shall not take too long but will take as long as it takes. I'll be back like the Governator's vertebrae.

In the interim, do check out @manyouscript. Pretty neat account. 
So, for what is probably the last time... #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
But still... More to come... 😁
So, I did minimal research before running with the name #ManYouScript  and I can't change that. Simply clicking on the hashtag a few days ago had me like 😳 I found the Instagram account @manyouscript and was... Stunned. "What the..?" Disappointed. "Somebody else has this?" Sad. "Sigh..." Discouraged. "I don't want to do this anymore." But then... I was reflective. "Hang on a minute..." Pleased. "Somebody. Else. Has. This!" Encouraged. "I am not alone on this journey." Grateful. "All is not lost." Recommitted. "Let's do this!" So... while the overall essence will remain the same, I have to retreat into my mind to reorganize, restrategize and then reactualize my little 'self express' train before I bring her back out on the tracks. I shall not take too long but will take as long as it takes. I'll be back like the Governator's vertebrae. In the interim, do check out @manyouscript. Pretty neat account. So, for what is probably the last time... #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  But still... More to come... 😁
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Acceptance. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #acceptance
Acceptance. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #acceptance
This here! @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #ownership #selflove @brenebrown
When you #WCW, do you really C on your W that W or you just do it for the Gram? Whatever the case may be, I've C'ed on this W every W, and all other days of the week since I met her.

First time I laid eyes on her, I was taken by her eyes. Okay, no lies - and her thighs, size that make you arise and salute such a heavenly enterprise. Because she's a business... maaaaan!

If you're slow, or I'm just imbalanced (yeah, it's the latter); I'm saying the girl fine. Die! Beautiful! But thing is, after the outside has gobsmacked you, if she let's you in, then the outside beauty is ugly compared to what lies within.

She is an angel. She's not perfect (except those eyes sha) but she's the perfect ally. A sensitive soul with fire inside. She will cry with you but also make you cry if you try her. Mama don't take no mess!

She's a friend, a big and baby sister, a mother and a daughter all at the same time. I remember recording a track at my home studio and she came in and turned to S. Diddy, giving pointers on the record, dead serious face. I heard her sing. What's not to love?

So when her twin babies asked me to host her 40th Birthday soiree, I said Yippee Ki yay to #sheikha40 and #MardiGrasMadness! 
Having a good time then literal rain on the parade came down but no way were we going to let that kill the vibe. 
Brought her out in the rain and we danced like no tomorrow and the party joined in, expensive shoes, makeup and all because that's what you do for someone so special. (📽 @iyawoigbo 😘) The selfless make you unselfish. Unless you're a shellfish (that means nothing but just flowed, bite me)

Lesson is to be the best version of yourself always and positivity will follow. She has a good heart. And a good ass. Her words, not mine. (But she ain't lying 😄) You really can't fake love. So be real with it or don't deal with it. 
The signature cocktail captured it all - The Dirty Sarwi and the Virgin Sarwi. We love you just the way you are and hope we can love just the way you do @sheikhasarwi. #WomanCrushWednesday

And my crush on you, we've got to blame it on something... 🤔 
Blame it on the Rain! ☔💃🏽🕺🏾🤗😘 #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
More to come...
When you #WCW , do you really C on your W that W or you just do it for the Gram? Whatever the case may be, I've C'ed on this W every W, and all other days of the week since I met her. First time I laid eyes on her, I was taken by her eyes. Okay, no lies - and her thighs, size that make you arise and salute such a heavenly enterprise. Because she's a business... maaaaan! If you're slow, or I'm just imbalanced (yeah, it's the latter); I'm saying the girl fine. Die! Beautiful! But thing is, after the outside has gobsmacked you, if she let's you in, then the outside beauty is ugly compared to what lies within. She is an angel. She's not perfect (except those eyes sha) but she's the perfect ally. A sensitive soul with fire inside. She will cry with you but also make you cry if you try her. Mama don't take no mess! She's a friend, a big and baby sister, a mother and a daughter all at the same time. I remember recording a track at my home studio and she came in and turned to S. Diddy, giving pointers on the record, dead serious face. I heard her sing. What's not to love? So when her twin babies asked me to host her 40th Birthday soiree, I said Yippee Ki yay to #sheikha40  and #MardiGrasMadness ! Having a good time then literal rain on the parade came down but no way were we going to let that kill the vibe. Brought her out in the rain and we danced like no tomorrow and the party joined in, expensive shoes, makeup and all because that's what you do for someone so special. (📽 @iyawoigbo 😘) The selfless make you unselfish. Unless you're a shellfish (that means nothing but just flowed, bite me) Lesson is to be the best version of yourself always and positivity will follow. She has a good heart. And a good ass. Her words, not mine. (But she ain't lying 😄) You really can't fake love. So be real with it or don't deal with it. The signature cocktail captured it all - The Dirty Sarwi and the Virgin Sarwi. We love you just the way you are and hope we can love just the way you do @sheikhasarwi. #WomanCrushWednesday  And my crush on you, we've got to blame it on something... 🤔 Blame it on the Rain! ☔💃🏽🕺🏾🤗😘 #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Something to consider. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #sex
I'm sorry. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #apology
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A man's love. It's delicate, unfamiliar, but alive. Handle with care. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #manhood #Hemotions
A man's love. It's delicate, unfamiliar, but alive. Handle with care. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #manhood #Hemotions
As I settled in to share a tale from the memory vaults, I realized that I didn't really feel like writing... so I didn't. 
The lesson, I guess, is that sometimes you don't want to do something and that's alright! Never feel bad about taking time for you. Just hope people understand and if they don't, ah well, they'll get over it. Or not.

As long as these two love me, I'm good 😁 #LoveYours 🍻 to the weekend, all. I'll be back... #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
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As I settled in to share a tale from the memory vaults, I realized that I didn't really feel like writing... so I didn't. The lesson, I guess, is that sometimes you don't want to do something and that's alright! Never feel bad about taking time for you. Just hope people understand and if they don't, ah well, they'll get over it. Or not. As long as these two love me, I'm good 😁 #LoveYours  🍻 to the weekend, all. I'll be back... #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Acknowledge what you FEEL. @MANYOUSCRIPT #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #feelings
Must go through it. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #selflove #growth
Repeatedly lol. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace
Very true. Open up. @manyouscript #manyouscript #selfcare #happiness #selflove #communicate #behonest #transparency
You know how guys brag about being Don Juan; the ladies' man? Promise best you've ever had and all?

Never got that. Doesn't mean men can't be confident in romantic pursuits. Confidence and self assurance are attractive to ladies. Just be aware arrogance is not confidence. Promise you'll rock her world, better be Balboa and not with Bulwinkle!

Not arrogance; fact - many girls liked me! I liked many girls too, before you roll your eyes. Hardly acted on it though because I was shy. 
Girls would outright tell me they liked me or act in ways even the blind could see but I was on some, she needs to initiate, make the move so I'm 100% sure.

Careful what you wish for. Out once, a girl built like Meagan Good was burning the dancefloor. All eyes on her - guys, girls, waiters. She could move. All eyes on her. I'd soon find that her eyes were on me.

In her car ready to leave, a friend who knew her signalled she wanted to talk to me. Shocked, I went over. She spoke. "So what's next tonight?" "Home." "Want company?" I froze. "I like you, I just want to chill with you till it's safer to drive home." I gave this spiel of having to wake up for church in the morning (I wasn't going), my grandma was in the house and whatnot. Just spewed BS.

She was befuddled. Asked I send my boy over; he then looked up at me; confused - are you stupid?

Maybe. But definitely scared shitless! Hottest girl all night, why'd she pick me? All these Cock Diesel types around, why me? Who's punking me?

I punked myself which we do. Psyche ourselves out of situations and regret for yonks. Maybe not the most wholesome illustration but you paid attention, right? 😉

I thought she was out of my league and I'd be a let down after she made the bold step to approach me. As a recovering people pleaser, letting her down would kill me. I let fear (some may say common sense 😂) rule the day.

If I ran because instincts said, "bad idea," fair but clearly wanted to see it through. Just didn't have the balls to. Literally.

Lesson is to never let fear win. Trust common sense and instinct. You always miss 100% of the shots you don't take... or something.

#InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
More to come...
You know how guys brag about being Don Juan; the ladies' man? Promise best you've ever had and all? Never got that. Doesn't mean men can't be confident in romantic pursuits. Confidence and self assurance are attractive to ladies. Just be aware arrogance is not confidence. Promise you'll rock her world, better be Balboa and not with Bulwinkle! Not arrogance; fact - many girls liked me! I liked many girls too, before you roll your eyes. Hardly acted on it though because I was shy. Girls would outright tell me they liked me or act in ways even the blind could see but I was on some, she needs to initiate, make the move so I'm 100% sure. Careful what you wish for. Out once, a girl built like Meagan Good was burning the dancefloor. All eyes on her - guys, girls, waiters. She could move. All eyes on her. I'd soon find that her eyes were on me. In her car ready to leave, a friend who knew her signalled she wanted to talk to me. Shocked, I went over. She spoke. "So what's next tonight?" "Home." "Want company?" I froze. "I like you, I just want to chill with you till it's safer to drive home." I gave this spiel of having to wake up for church in the morning (I wasn't going), my grandma was in the house and whatnot. Just spewed BS. She was befuddled. Asked I send my boy over; he then looked up at me; confused - are you stupid? Maybe. But definitely scared shitless! Hottest girl all night, why'd she pick me? All these Cock Diesel types around, why me? Who's punking me? I punked myself which we do. Psyche ourselves out of situations and regret for yonks. Maybe not the most wholesome illustration but you paid attention, right? 😉 I thought she was out of my league and I'd be a let down after she made the bold step to approach me. As a recovering people pleaser, letting her down would kill me. I let fear (some may say common sense 😂) rule the day. If I ran because instincts said, "bad idea," fair but clearly wanted to see it through. Just didn't have the balls to. Literally. Lesson is to never let fear win. Trust common sense and instinct. You always miss 100% of the shots you don't take... or something. #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
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Bad dad yesterday. That's how I feel. Went to Nickelodeon NickFest, which Lil Man had been waiting for since last year's edition. 
For starters, we were late but got to see Ninja Turtles and his favorite, Paw Patrol before we headed unto the fairgrounds. 
He wanted to try everything, as kids do, and we were at his mercy, as Baby Sis was just happy to be out in open space.

Things take a turn when Wife asks what he's eating as we wait outside a tent. I turn and he's munching on a slice of pizza. "Where'd you get that," I demand before spotting the attendant with a box. "I was hungry," he says, through a full mouth. "Who's she?" "A stranger." "What were you taught about strangers?" "Never take things from them." WHACK!!! to the back of his head, my open palm went, "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" Regrettably didn't chastise the attendant as violence is never the answer and at that point was a likely outcome.

Held that over his head rest of the day. So disappointed. But bad dad bit comes from not sacrificing enough yesterday. He's a kid. He's at a fair. If he wants to go on every ride, then he goes on every ride. Especially when they're free. But I was tired and ended up being a killjoy. 
After two hours+ we cut the trip short - time to go. Sad face central. Few tears trickled down. Friends saw him and asked why he was crying/sad. Doubly bad. He was wheezing and all but still, gotta let a kid be a kid!

I know how stressful these things are so should prepare - diet, workout - to make sure he has the best time ever. He's a kid, so he'll move on quickly but I'm stuck on my betrayal. Didn't even get him a toy (that Baby Sis would destroy in an hour) or anything.

While I am truly remorseful, this maybe really isn't that deep but does paint a picture of the job parenting is - where are the lines? What are the sacrifices? How do you decide? What to do?

Kids must learn to be satisfied before they're spoilt and lost. Same time though, parents must remember being kids and use that as a barometer for adequate compromise. We can all be happy!

We learn every day and I've learned to sacrifice more days for my seed. I hope!

#InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
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Bad dad yesterday. That's how I feel. Went to Nickelodeon NickFest, which Lil Man had been waiting for since last year's edition. For starters, we were late but got to see Ninja Turtles and his favorite, Paw Patrol before we headed unto the fairgrounds. He wanted to try everything, as kids do, and we were at his mercy, as Baby Sis was just happy to be out in open space. Things take a turn when Wife asks what he's eating as we wait outside a tent. I turn and he's munching on a slice of pizza. "Where'd you get that," I demand before spotting the attendant with a box. "I was hungry," he says, through a full mouth. "Who's she?" "A stranger." "What were you taught about strangers?" "Never take things from them." WHACK!!! to the back of his head, my open palm went, "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" Regrettably didn't chastise the attendant as violence is never the answer and at that point was a likely outcome. Held that over his head rest of the day. So disappointed. But bad dad bit comes from not sacrificing enough yesterday. He's a kid. He's at a fair. If he wants to go on every ride, then he goes on every ride. Especially when they're free. But I was tired and ended up being a killjoy. After two hours+ we cut the trip short - time to go. Sad face central. Few tears trickled down. Friends saw him and asked why he was crying/sad. Doubly bad. He was wheezing and all but still, gotta let a kid be a kid! I know how stressful these things are so should prepare - diet, workout - to make sure he has the best time ever. He's a kid, so he'll move on quickly but I'm stuck on my betrayal. Didn't even get him a toy (that Baby Sis would destroy in an hour) or anything. While I am truly remorseful, this maybe really isn't that deep but does paint a picture of the job parenting is - where are the lines? What are the sacrifices? How do you decide? What to do? Kids must learn to be satisfied before they're spoilt and lost. Same time though, parents must remember being kids and use that as a barometer for adequate compromise. We can all be happy! We learn every day and I've learned to sacrifice more days for my seed. I hope! #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Selfless captivation. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #captivation #attraction #desire #drawn #selfless
#WhyChichiWorks

Roach introduced his friend moving back to Lagos. She'd be working for a magazine. 
NOTE: biggest bro is REAL Roach. Me Baby Roach. Promoted self to Roche. Thanks.

After she moved, they met and he got his first 9-5 as sub-editor on a football newspaper and also music critic for her women's magazine.

Paper bombed and folded some 18 months later. He was too expensive or somat to be absorbed into the women's magazine where he spent most of his time anyhow. But he kept writing for them. 
That led to advertising as a copywriter but some 18 months later, she called again. She was at a groundbreaking news publication that would change the African media landscape. They needed an Entertainment Editor. She said look no further. He'd join her again.

Fantastic place till salaries got shy but pressure more bold. He left before it sunk and tried talent management and freelance work for the next year-plus. 
Then she called. Again! She was at another women's magazine owned by an awesome lady. Needed Features Ed (methinks) and she'd look no further. Third time's the charm? Three times lucky? Good things come in threes?

Means a lot for someone to care so much, value you so highly to keep calling you. Or maybe he's just cheap labor 😁 Does wonders for confidence and self belief. He is who he is because she believed. He is grateful. Eternally.

Last two jobs have been most challenging and uncomfortable. Common ground? No women in upper management. Coincidence? 🤷🏾‍♂️ That's most companies, successful or otherwise but maybe it's just what he's used to - working with women. There's challenges, definitely but there's also a comfort that exists. Currently consulting for a woman and her excitement is encouraging. It's early but he's optimistic. Spirits must merge for souls to fly.

The message? He's a woman-wrapper 😜 Really though, #GirlPower is a real thing. They typically run the biggest business - family, so why not corporate?

Always grateful to the women in my life but today, I honor, praise and thank my Aunty Kemi from London for always believing in me. 
I love you like a fat kid loves cake 🤗😘 #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript

More to come...
#WhyChichiWorks  Roach introduced his friend moving back to Lagos. She'd be working for a magazine. NOTE: biggest bro is REAL Roach. Me Baby Roach. Promoted self to Roche. Thanks. After she moved, they met and he got his first 9-5 as sub-editor on a football newspaper and also music critic for her women's magazine. Paper bombed and folded some 18 months later. He was too expensive or somat to be absorbed into the women's magazine where he spent most of his time anyhow. But he kept writing for them. That led to advertising as a copywriter but some 18 months later, she called again. She was at a groundbreaking news publication that would change the African media landscape. They needed an Entertainment Editor. She said look no further. He'd join her again. Fantastic place till salaries got shy but pressure more bold. He left before it sunk and tried talent management and freelance work for the next year-plus. Then she called. Again! She was at another women's magazine owned by an awesome lady. Needed Features Ed (methinks) and she'd look no further. Third time's the charm? Three times lucky? Good things come in threes? Means a lot for someone to care so much, value you so highly to keep calling you. Or maybe he's just cheap labor 😁 Does wonders for confidence and self belief. He is who he is because she believed. He is grateful. Eternally. Last two jobs have been most challenging and uncomfortable. Common ground? No women in upper management. Coincidence? 🤷🏾‍♂️ That's most companies, successful or otherwise but maybe it's just what he's used to - working with women. There's challenges, definitely but there's also a comfort that exists. Currently consulting for a woman and her excitement is encouraging. It's early but he's optimistic. Spirits must merge for souls to fly. The message? He's a woman-wrapper 😜 Really though, #GirlPower  is a real thing. They typically run the biggest business - family, so why not corporate? Always grateful to the women in my life but today, I honor, praise and thank my Aunty Kemi from London for always believing in me. I love you like a fat kid loves cake 🤗😘 #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Who are you with? @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #unity #harmony #selflessness
Take your time. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #time #patience
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Starts with me 🙏🏽 @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #selflove  #love #rp @spiritualmovement @b.elae
"Roche! What's up?!! Mehn! This is my guy! Crazy guy! The craziest! Yo, give me your number, we gats link up this week! Roooooche!" This was a weekly ritual, almost, at Lagos night spots in the 00s. Run into an #IJGB (I Just Got Back, for the uninformed), hear how good it is to see me, how crazy I was and how we have to catch up. Once happened with the same guy consecutive weeks. True story. Alcohol is a helluva drug.

Noticed something else while out and about - music was the same. Popular songs of any era get played repeatedly, that's a given but week on week, same songs, same sequence. Would tell friends what song would come next and my accuracy was a hit. Wondered if the DJ was actually deejaying or playing a mixed CD bought in traffic. Club was jumping, so who was I to complain?

Nights out started on Wednesdays and ended at the Beach on Sundays. Never been for any beach move. No regrets. The 5-day party weeks left funds routinely depleted and featured a sad regularity - debt!

Someone would always scream, "Let's get bottles" like they were balling like Puffy but at the night's end, look for donations to settle the bill. Would always come up short and promise to settle the bill the following week then resume on Wednesday.

This embarrassing recurrence had me asking - why am I here? Because my friends asked. They seemed to enjoy it but I didn't. Same gist from last week to years ago, laughing like it's fresh. Everyone posing, spending money one didn't have. Pressing up on someone's girl/guy. Same. Every. Week!

Made the decision - I'm out! They tried to convince me, would call every week BUT nah. They tried guilt tripping but they were trippin'. Just couldn't keep up the facade.

Not judging anyone. They seemed to really like it. I just didn't. Found out early wasn't my thing. Lost friends but guess they weren't friends. 
Guess the message is that peer pressure is real but self pleasure is realer. I don't like what I hate and as big bro says, "What is not good is bad." Do what you like even if they don't like what you do. All that matters is you!

And I can still rock with the best! If I wanted to... #InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
More to come...
"Roche! What's up?!! Mehn! This is my guy! Crazy guy! The craziest! Yo, give me your number, we gats link up this week! Roooooche!" This was a weekly ritual, almost, at Lagos night spots in the 00s. Run into an #IJGB  (I Just Got Back, for the uninformed), hear how good it is to see me, how crazy I was and how we have to catch up. Once happened with the same guy consecutive weeks. True story. Alcohol is a helluva drug. Noticed something else while out and about - music was the same. Popular songs of any era get played repeatedly, that's a given but week on week, same songs, same sequence. Would tell friends what song would come next and my accuracy was a hit. Wondered if the DJ was actually deejaying or playing a mixed CD bought in traffic. Club was jumping, so who was I to complain? Nights out started on Wednesdays and ended at the Beach on Sundays. Never been for any beach move. No regrets. The 5-day party weeks left funds routinely depleted and featured a sad regularity - debt! Someone would always scream, "Let's get bottles" like they were balling like Puffy but at the night's end, look for donations to settle the bill. Would always come up short and promise to settle the bill the following week then resume on Wednesday. This embarrassing recurrence had me asking - why am I here? Because my friends asked. They seemed to enjoy it but I didn't. Same gist from last week to years ago, laughing like it's fresh. Everyone posing, spending money one didn't have. Pressing up on someone's girl/guy. Same. Every. Week! Made the decision - I'm out! They tried to convince me, would call every week BUT nah. They tried guilt tripping but they were trippin'. Just couldn't keep up the facade. Not judging anyone. They seemed to really like it. I just didn't. Found out early wasn't my thing. Lost friends but guess they weren't friends. Guess the message is that peer pressure is real but self pleasure is realer. I don't like what I hate and as big bro says, "What is not good is bad." Do what you like even if they don't like what you do. All that matters is you! And I can still rock with the best! If I wanted to... #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Starts with me 🙏🏽 @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #selflove  #love #rp @spiritualmovement @b.elae
#FBF

I was a shy child. Still a very shy man. But people aren't buying. But I am. 
Remember the report cards? Me and the bros were intelligent kids, apparently. But we weren't show offs. We just... did! 
Anyway, if you grew up in 1980s Lagos, after school lessons were likely part of your day. I attended the prestigious Mr. Johnson's Lesson at 1004 Housing Estate. Both older bros had passed through too.

He was a retired teacher who taught about 30 kids (from all over Lagos) in his flat. Furniture was cleared and we sat on the living room floor to receive instruction from this brilliant man. 
First day, he got right to it. I was uncomfy surrounded by strange faces. Recognizable ones, I knew from afar.

He posed a Math question no one could answer. Well, no one did. I scanned the room for signs of life, got none, so slowly raised my hand, looking around one last time, hoping someone else would take my place. No luck.

He urged me on and I gave the answer. "Very good," he bellowed, almost. "Clap for him." They applauded. "Your name," he quizzed. "Chinedu," I muttered. "Chinedu who?" "Iroche," I replied. 
He hung his head, furrowed his brow and sighed, "Oh," he offered. "It's you!" See, both older bros had passed through his system and displayed their brilliance the past 4 years, and here came another one.

I had mixed feelings - embarrassed for being called out but proud for standing out. It was my first real feeling of "cool!" At school, I was known somewhat but this was different. I was with strangers and in a few short minutes, I had the spotlight trained on me. On the outside, I recoiled but internally, I really felt good, like I belonged. Don Chi was born.

The incident helps make sense of some things. I enjoy making an impact but try to avoid attention. I like to play the back but don't have the personality to be ignored. 
Or maybe I do and it's all confidence. Been told I talk very low, avoid eye contact and more. But once comfy and confident, I'm hard to forget.

Life's about balance - be great at what you do but be humble. There can be miracles when you believe. Thank you Mr. Johnson... #RIP

#InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript

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#FBF  I was a shy child. Still a very shy man. But people aren't buying. But I am. Remember the report cards? Me and the bros were intelligent kids, apparently. But we weren't show offs. We just... did! Anyway, if you grew up in 1980s Lagos, after school lessons were likely part of your day. I attended the prestigious Mr. Johnson's Lesson at 1004 Housing Estate. Both older bros had passed through too. He was a retired teacher who taught about 30 kids (from all over Lagos) in his flat. Furniture was cleared and we sat on the living room floor to receive instruction from this brilliant man. First day, he got right to it. I was uncomfy surrounded by strange faces. Recognizable ones, I knew from afar. He posed a Math question no one could answer. Well, no one did. I scanned the room for signs of life, got none, so slowly raised my hand, looking around one last time, hoping someone else would take my place. No luck. He urged me on and I gave the answer. "Very good," he bellowed, almost. "Clap for him." They applauded. "Your name," he quizzed. "Chinedu," I muttered. "Chinedu who?" "Iroche," I replied. He hung his head, furrowed his brow and sighed, "Oh," he offered. "It's you!" See, both older bros had passed through his system and displayed their brilliance the past 4 years, and here came another one. I had mixed feelings - embarrassed for being called out but proud for standing out. It was my first real feeling of "cool!" At school, I was known somewhat but this was different. I was with strangers and in a few short minutes, I had the spotlight trained on me. On the outside, I recoiled but internally, I really felt good, like I belonged. Don Chi was born. The incident helps make sense of some things. I enjoy making an impact but try to avoid attention. I like to play the back but don't have the personality to be ignored. Or maybe I do and it's all confidence. Been told I talk very low, avoid eye contact and more. But once comfy and confident, I'm hard to forget. Life's about balance - be great at what you do but be humble. There can be miracles when you believe. Thank you Mr. Johnson... #RIP  #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Had a much needed round table talk with my brothers recently. A diverse group of men sharing from their souls. Rare yet edifying. Making it a point to continue this movement. @manyouscript #manyouscript #brotherhood #happiness #support #life #peace #strength
Unfortunate truth. @manyouscript #manyouscript #relationships #happiness #love #life #peace #text #communication
#WoundedChichiWednesday

Depending on who you ask, he's somewhat of a ladies' man but in reality, he had no game to speak of. 
Growing up, he spent a lot of time around girl cousins, neighbors and such. So, he didn't know this but this was the groundwork for being the Grand Patron of The Friend Zone! Yet, many think he's some kind of Don Juan.

Truth is, quite a number of girls did like him. Initially. I mean, he was some kind of cute. Some kind of funny. All kinds of nice. What's not to like?

But they'd get to know him and it'd be, "This is not a lover. This is a brother! Or other!" So, he had to get some game to switch things up. He developed his one move to break the ice.... "Hi, I'm Chichi." "Chichi? That's a girl's name!" Worked every time. Then he'd hit with some corny variant of, "Well, I'm all man and I can show you." #Cringe🙈

Then this one day, he spots this absolute babe on campus, talking to his friend. He darts over hoping to catch them before they move. A few feet away, he catches his breath and starts his approach with what he thinks is a swagger. "Hi," he says. "This guy isn't my friend because he knows pretty ladies like you but won't introduce me. Well, I'm Chichi." Hand extended for a handshake but she doesn't take it. "I know who you are," she says, with a smile. Game changer, yeah? In like Flynn, right? WRONG!

He stutters, "Uh... oh... um... yah, so, um... good to see you guys," and runs off. Why? Because the no-game having dude couldn't see that opportunity to switch it up and go in a different direction because "Hi, I'm Chichi" always worked! She already knew who he was and was smiling too. And was fine! Close it right there, san! #Loser

Basically, the lesson (I think) is to always be prepared for whatever life throws at you and be confident, self assured enough to face it head on, instead of turning and running.

That's the lesson. The truth? The Ladies Man is a myth! As you can see, he had no game and that's so laaaaaaaame... Shame!

#InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
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#WoundedChichiWednesday  Depending on who you ask, he's somewhat of a ladies' man but in reality, he had no game to speak of. Growing up, he spent a lot of time around girl cousins, neighbors and such. So, he didn't know this but this was the groundwork for being the Grand Patron of The Friend Zone! Yet, many think he's some kind of Don Juan. Truth is, quite a number of girls did like him. Initially. I mean, he was some kind of cute. Some kind of funny. All kinds of nice. What's not to like? But they'd get to know him and it'd be, "This is not a lover. This is a brother! Or other!" So, he had to get some game to switch things up. He developed his one move to break the ice.... "Hi, I'm Chichi." "Chichi? That's a girl's name!" Worked every time. Then he'd hit with some corny variant of, "Well, I'm all man and I can show you." #Cringe 🙈 Then this one day, he spots this absolute babe on campus, talking to his friend. He darts over hoping to catch them before they move. A few feet away, he catches his breath and starts his approach with what he thinks is a swagger. "Hi," he says. "This guy isn't my friend because he knows pretty ladies like you but won't introduce me. Well, I'm Chichi." Hand extended for a handshake but she doesn't take it. "I know who you are," she says, with a smile. Game changer, yeah? In like Flynn, right? WRONG! He stutters, "Uh... oh... um... yah, so, um... good to see you guys," and runs off. Why? Because the no-game having dude couldn't see that opportunity to switch it up and go in a different direction because "Hi, I'm Chichi" always worked! She already knew who he was and was smiling too. And was fine! Close it right there, san! #Loser  Basically, the lesson (I think) is to always be prepared for whatever life throws at you and be confident, self assured enough to face it head on, instead of turning and running. That's the lesson. The truth? The Ladies Man is a myth! As you can see, he had no game and that's so laaaaaaaame... Shame! #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...
Walk your walk. @manyouscript #manyouscript  #happiness #love #life #peace #selflove #knowthyself
I've been dealing with death since infancy. 
Earliest recollection is of my eldest brother's best friend drowning when they were about 4 years old. One of the reasons I still can't swim.

Dad's grandmom died when I was 4. His mom wailed outside the hospital. Family flew in from all over, including Sierra Leone where she's from. We had the matching aso-ebi en masse. A first for me.

Then her son died of something called asthma a while after. He was 52. I was diagnosed at 8.

A pre-teen family friend died. Misdiagnosis. Iradat passed. My second brother's best friend's brother died in a car accident. Mother witnessed it.

Mother's best friend died after an accident. Complications breathing. She was my asthma 'coach.' Mother hasn't been same since. Me neither. A lot of us. Never seen so many people cry. 
Mother's father died. Dad's father died. My younger sister died. Mother's other best friend, her younger sister, died. They wouldn't tell me till I got to Abuja. I wore an ill-fitting suit to her funeral ☺

Then their mother died. Maami. She taught me how to love. Spoke no English but was a friend to all mine.

Great uncle, the greatest guy, who put a melodious 'La' in front of all names, passed.

Dad's mom passed. Saw her that afternoon waiting to be discharged. Was first to hospital that night. Woosah.

Both mother's living sisters lost their husbands. Friends lost babies in infancy. Days old.

Ade died. Asthma related. Randy B is living in the sky for similar reasons. Ime. Smartest, secondary school. Car crash, University. Sifo was 37 when he passed. I'm 38. Dayo.

My Nigeria travels oft follow death. Fathers of friends. Abia. Enugu. Edo. Oyo. Dana passengers were at my in-law's birthday party.

Grandma Akinsete. Mummy Obanikoro.

Many more have departed.

I cry. A lot. But not so much at funerals. Seems I've made peace with death for surely it is coming.

The message is to live while alive and control what you can. Every moment counts. These loved ones have shown us that. 
Asthma, right? I will breathe easy until that last breath. 
For now, I'll just live. love. laugh. eat. repeat. 
You should too... One life!

#InMyMind #OutMyMind #ManYouScript 
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I've been dealing with death since infancy. Earliest recollection is of my eldest brother's best friend drowning when they were about 4 years old. One of the reasons I still can't swim. Dad's grandmom died when I was 4. His mom wailed outside the hospital. Family flew in from all over, including Sierra Leone where she's from. We had the matching aso-ebi en masse. A first for me. Then her son died of something called asthma a while after. He was 52. I was diagnosed at 8. A pre-teen family friend died. Misdiagnosis. Iradat passed. My second brother's best friend's brother died in a car accident. Mother witnessed it. Mother's best friend died after an accident. Complications breathing. She was my asthma 'coach.' Mother hasn't been same since. Me neither. A lot of us. Never seen so many people cry. Mother's father died. Dad's father died. My younger sister died. Mother's other best friend, her younger sister, died. They wouldn't tell me till I got to Abuja. I wore an ill-fitting suit to her funeral ☺ Then their mother died. Maami. She taught me how to love. Spoke no English but was a friend to all mine. Great uncle, the greatest guy, who put a melodious 'La' in front of all names, passed. Dad's mom passed. Saw her that afternoon waiting to be discharged. Was first to hospital that night. Woosah. Both mother's living sisters lost their husbands. Friends lost babies in infancy. Days old. Ade died. Asthma related. Randy B is living in the sky for similar reasons. Ime. Smartest, secondary school. Car crash, University. Sifo was 37 when he passed. I'm 38. Dayo. My Nigeria travels oft follow death. Fathers of friends. Abia. Enugu. Edo. Oyo. Dana passengers were at my in-law's birthday party. Grandma Akinsete. Mummy Obanikoro. Many more have departed. I cry. A lot. But not so much at funerals. Seems I've made peace with death for surely it is coming. The message is to live while alive and control what you can. Every moment counts. These loved ones have shown us that. Asthma, right? I will breathe easy until that last breath. For now, I'll just live. love. laugh. eat. repeat. You should too... One life! #InMyMind  #OutMyMind  #ManYouScript  More to come...