I have a bucket list. My bucket list. It's a compilation of things I'd love to experience before I die. There's a lot, and this isn't preplanned, so I'll just pen down anything that pops up on this lazy head of mine. Okay, so let me get started.
I think first on my list has to be “To be financially stable”. Let me elaborate. I want a really nice apartment in a nice neighbourhood. A loft apartment preferably. And in my living room, I want a grand piano right next to the glass that gives a jaw-dropping view of the nature in my compound, coupled with a modernized water fountain and a pool. To the wall behind my grand piano, I want a vintage shelf, where I'd place my vinyl record player, and a furniture to hold the vinyl records. On another wall, books, different books from my favourite authors. On another, paintings. My paintings and paintings from various talented artists. And yes, on the first floor, in a vacant room there, my “fully equipped state-of-the-art functional” workspace. And then the furnitures that will make the living room. I want a corner sectional couch, one made with very soft foam, and then I'd bombard it with lots of really soft cushions and plushies and all that. Then few inches away from your feet, not perfectly centred, a vintage coffee table. Would I want a tv? I really don't know, I'll think about it. I know I'll definitely have one in my bedroom, and I'll be holed up in my bedroom majority of the time so… if I continued, then I'll end up writing a ten minute long letter only about my dream apartment. So, basically yea, I really want to be able to afford whatever I want and at anytime. To be able to support my dad and anybody else that I feel I have to support. To be able to pay my tithes consistently. To be able to bring to life my dream wardrobe that I've spent forever fantasizing because of sapa. Sigh, let me chill out here, I've spent the whole paragraph talking about the apartment aspect of it.
I want to have a squad of my own. My own person, or people. Somebody or persons, that I can be myself around. Somebody that I can rant to without being bothered with the thought that I'm probably bothering them with unnecessary information. Somebody or persons, that will support me in every phase of my journey. Someone or persons that'll make efforts everytime to make it to my shows, or my first concert, or go with me to my first studio session, or make it to my book launch, or make it to my first exhibition. A squad that will celebrate me on my birthday for the first time. A squad that prays for me. And the list goes on. Of course, it'll all be mutual.
I want to go to concerts, and engagements and all that. I want to attend social events. I want to attend a proper Nigerian themed wedding and munch on authentic party jollof.
One of my most anticipated, I can't wait to know what it'll feel like to be on a stage and have hundreds, and maybe thousands of people who are there because they love the music I make, sing my songs back at me. And one of those moments when the lights go out, and every instrument except the piano is on halt. And there's a solemn melody. And the crowd takes up their flashlights in their hundreds, and probably thousands and passionately chorus my song back at me. And I'll be there, seeing from my distance, stars dancing to the music coming from the hearts of beautiful humans in harmony. It could be the moment that'll revive my well of tears.
I might make this a series, I don't want to yap for too long my friend. I hope my letter meets you well 💜💐
And please still go stream my new song Everything on your preferred streaming platform, thank youuu.
I don’t think have ever thought of a bucket list ✨Maybe i should.. I really don’t know
I should write mine too.😫😫