the SPECIAL ONe.

Everybody is special and unique in different ways. But there’re some people I call “the special ones”,  “the tribe”, “the gems”, “the extremely creative souls”, the ones nobody understands how our creative minds work- they world never get us. They say we are weird, freaks, crazy- you name it. They do not get our dreams, we see a lot of SENSE in nonSENSE, even in negativity- we see some POSITIVITY, in our world anything is possible (it’s only a matter of time)…the special ones.
  The first time I shared my thoughts with him- it felt so good, it felt like the sweet breeze blown when it’s about to rain, combined with the earthly scent of nature.  It clicked!  He just has to be one of us! Not an alien from mars, but a part of the tribe, the special ones.
  He encouraged me, supported me, corrected me, enlightened me, but most of all- he taught me how to channel my hurt and negative energy into good use- he is the origin of my writing abilities. Even if I refused his offer to write for his magazine or join his team because I felt I was an amateur to ruin his work, He saw me as a pro. He kept telling me “practice makes perfect, a professor was once a student”.
  The 11th of September xxxx, would always be remembered round the world for the attack on the world trade centre. The Americans lost families, the great fire fighters, loved ones and so on ,but for me, I lost a great member of the tribe, a teacher, a realist, an optimist, a jolly good fellow, a great artistic mind, the perfect listening ear, the shoulder I leaned on in my trying times, a lover of art, the #1 Genevieve Nnaji fan, the greatest bbm entertainer (his creative, funny pictures and PM’s), the guy who bragged so much about how fab* his sister is (Arike this, Arike that!) , my celebrity *amebo* gist partner, the amazing “tayo” that we heard so much about in our FGGC shaggy* days, that most people knew- but never met him #ICON MAGAZINE , the hard worker, the free spirited chap, I could go on and on… But words can never explain how I feel.
  He wasn’t my boyfriend, best friend or relative. But, he was a good heart. He cared so much. – We really do not have people like that these days (what a shame).
   This is indeed heart breaking, but His spirit lives on. Such artistic good hearted souls don’t die- their deeds; legacy, beliefs and tales live on. You would be greatly missed.

I plead with you; please say a short prayer for his soul. That the Lord would accept him and grant his family, loved ones, friends and well-wishers the grace and strength to stay whole.  THANK YOU and God bless.

Omidiji Temitayo
(A.k.a the Artbishop)
 – 11th sep. 2013
(the SPECIAL ONE)

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