5 Things I’m Grateful for at 32

This will probably be one of those long ass articles I’m prone to write once in 5 months. So you know the drill

Introvert. I spend a lot of time thinking, reflecting, having conversations with myself and replaying conversations with others. During my trips down memory lane, I rarely venture beyond a few weeks out.

It’s my birthday in a few hours though. And so, the “reflect on the past 5-10 years of your life” elves have been visiting.

This year, I looked back and saw so many reasons to be grateful. I crossed the big 3-0 a while ago and since I’m not in the “Have I achieved all I set out to achieve by 30?” camp because let’s face it, all I thought about before age 30 were comic books, videogames, Jesus and girls. Come to think of it, not much has changed. Anyways…

So this week, I made a few trips back in time. I recalled a lot of conversations I had with myself that were inspired by articles I had read. These were the years before I became a writer.

Let me give that some context.

It was 2011, and yours truly was studying web design and AutoCAD at NIIT in Ikeja. I was pretty enamored with the writing life as at then and would stalk my favorite authors online – reading not just their books but their op-eds, their blogs, their interviews, everything. I guess I was looking for the secret to the successful writing life (there’s none, stop believing those bullshit articles cos many of us worked hard and got lucky).

Anyways, so I spend an inordinate amount of time, especially on my trips to and from NIIT, reading tons of materials online. Then I came across an article by Stephen King, a particular statement in it would touch my heart till today.

Talent is getting published and getting paid. Did you write something for someone? Did they send you a check? If you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

I wrote that quote straight from memory (I think it’s 90% accurate). The statement meant the world to me back then. It still does. Here’s the most recent version of the article I could find, if you’re interested.

I’m grateful today that, despite being told repeatedly by a former boss to abandon my desire to be a writer cos I’d starve, despite several false starts, after years of doing pro bono work for NGOs, today, I’m a writer who pays the light bill.

Second thing I’m grateful for. I recently discovered a truth about myself. A sad one.

Somehow I’d come under the illusion that everyone else’s happiness supercedes mine.  I’m grateful for my good friend, Chi, who confronted me and helped me realise this.I don’t know how it got there but there it was, staring me in the face.

Some symptoms were: When people are horrible to me, I rarely confront them. I’d prefer to just withdraw and simmer in pain. Pain passes, wounds heal, better not to cause a fuss over hurt feelings or bruised egos. On the off-chance I do confront the perpetrator, I end up feeling guilty when they apologise. I feel bad I’ve made someone feel bad for something they did so I end up making an excuse right there for them and telling them it was all my fault. Toxic, I know.

I dont share my personal issues with the important people in my life. I can write an epistle about sweet nothings but when it comes to sharing the important stuffs – struggles, fears, hopes, desires, pains – nah, lock up! This has been a problem in many of my relationships and friendships. The reason is the same, guilt follows talking about that kind of stuff. In my head somehow, to rant is to be weak. And to be weak is to be a crappy partner or friend.

I could go on, but I’ll stop here.

So, I’m grateful for the opportunity to be finally self aware about these things and to begin the journey to recovery. Having been stuck in the horrible loop for three decades, it’s not going to be easy to fix but it will be done.

Which brings me to my next point. It’s 2-in-1.

I haven’t talked or written about my depression for a long time, either on the blog or in real life. For good reason, I’ve been doing really well, especially with avoiding triggers and embracing routines that curb the loop. But late last year, something happened that nearly dragged me back under.

Prior to this, my last bout of depression was in 2014. Since then, life’s been pretty awesome, (cos let’s face it, a day without depressive clouds is an awesome day, for those who know). But last year, a shitty boss and a broken heart nearly brought the clouds back in my life. I’m glad to say they never fully formed. I, Ibukun, looked the dragon in the face, flipped it the finger and walked away.

No more depression!

And so, I’m grateful for my support system. My amazing family – supportive, patient, my number one cheerleading squad, every win for me is celebrated with dancing and prayers and lots of food. They’re the best support system every writer should have (seriously fam, I’m considering packaging you and putting you up on Amazon :)).

Also grateful for my friends  – Gosh! I have the weirdest, nerdiest, craziest, funniest and loving collection of friends ever. They call, they visit, some actually write letters (imagine that!), they send memes, tweet random silly things at me, or even randomly plan mini vacations with me.

Honestly, God blessed me with friends and I know it.

Finally, I’m grateful to be punching in another year on the calendar tomorrow. There might be no party, but there will definitely be dancing and cake. Loads of it.

Here’s a random picture of me looking (and being) happy. That’s Olumo Rock in the background

Before you go, remember to send cake.

Thanks for reading!


Why It’s So Impossible to Pick a Favorite Movie


When I’m asked, What is your favorite movie? I feel like this:


It’s darn near impossible to settle on one.

Some people say, it’s the first one that pops into your mind. But then they’ve never been in my mind

Which is usually like this


Can’t breathe; can’t breathe!

I’ve wrestled with this thought for years. Sometimes, it keeps me up at night.

What is my favorite movie?

Yeah, I know, some people spend sleepless nights thinking about how to cure hunger and I’m here, languishing over pixels.


I’m evil, I know

Anyways, I had a breakthrough some weeks ago. I didn’t want to latch onto the idea because, well, because I was too busy to write.

But whatdoyouknow? Three weeks later, the thought’s still jamming in my head. So here I go:

Good movies are like good books. They’re works of art that evoke emotions in us, help us understand the human condition and give us – the audience – a good time.

The ones we remember fondly are the ones that took us on a worthwhile ride. That’s why we watch them over and over. It’s why we are so eager when we defend the director or scriptwriter’s genius.

For this reason, it’s silly trying to pick one favorite movie.

Movies are not about favorites. They’re about experiences.

When the directors, writers, actors, costume people, set designers (and everybody else that works on a movie) get together, it’s to achieve one thing – give the audience a memorable experience.

When we try to remember our favorite movies, we usually look back to the way they made us feel. How happy, sad, afraid or excited we were.

The experience we had with the movie. That’s what stays with us.

Memory is rather fluid. This is why anything coated in nostalgia always looks better to us. It’s about the feels fam.


This is why, it doesn’t matter how many times they reboot the movie. The original will always have that special place in our hearts.


Paul Verhoeven’s Robocop will always be bae, 2014’s better storyline be damned

It’s why the critics can pan the movie all they want; the Blu Ray stays on your shelf year on year, and gets played during weekends. We watch them over and over again, reliving the experience. Perhaps trying to recapture the initial feels.

And herein lies the problem.

It’s so hard to pick a favorite one because there are so many experiences to pick from.

How do you pick a tragic drama that had you bawling for days, over an amazing thriller that you kept ruminating over the plot?


I don’t think we should be trying to pick one over the other. All memories are valid. All experiences are valid.

After all, that’s the essence of art. To feel and experience something.

So, the next time you’re asked, what’s your favorite movie, pull out a pen and paper and start listing them off. 12 movies; 20 movies; Heck, make it a hundred if you like.

After all, it’s YOUR favorite movie. Not theirs.