Notes from Ajah

It’s 18:58 on Friday, November 28, 2025. I’m sitting at an eatery in Ajah (Lagos Island) with an Aquafina water bottle, my Oraimo AirPods, and my glasses in front of me, typing on a 14” MacBook M2 Pro.

It’s been a tough year for me. Today I watched The Ozarks on Netflix, slept, woke up, and still feel like nothing matters. I scrolled Twitter, jumped on Bluesky, Lobste.rs, and Bear Blog, talked about DNA editing and DNA as storage, and still nothing entices me. The Sheik of light has kept the light off for the past seven hours, and I’m sick and tired of it. I need freedom from the noise. I want a cool space to read. I want my own space to dive back into Linux and distro hubs like I did as a teenager. I’ll be twenty something again next month, December, and I can hardly believe the age I’m becoming.

2025 has been rough. I don’t like writing TypeScript, but I’ve had to continue because it puts food on the table for now. I’m looking for better opportunities. I love systems programming. I have this big Rust book, but I still need to get an apartment. A Lagos landlord showed me what Yoruba people call ata rodo, which ironically is the name of one of my projects. I hate it here.

I just want to read more, research Linux, systems, blockchains, the universe, hit the gym, and run like I used to.

My brain is running a race condition. I’ve never been so indecisive. I haven’t seen my lovely sister in a long while, and I’d love to see her. It’s 19:07 PM, and my account balance isn’t encouraging at all. I have more GitHub tiles than someone who works at GitHub, and yet my finances aren’t worth writing about. I don’t even have a girlfriend, because I need to stop this race condition first. I’ve seen many beautiful women on earth. I rarely go out, but each time I do, I see beauty. Truly, God is the greatest artist, the creator of the universe, whose work is a masterpiece beyond Shakespeare, Picasso, Dalí, Michelangelo, and others.

I have 15k+ followers on LinkedIn, yet I don’t use the app enough. That’s 15k on LinkedIn and 1.12k followers on Twitter. Meanwhile, in real life, I don’t have 1% of that number as friends. I don’t know if I’m an introvert. I haven’t seen my cat in a long while. I’m sorry, June. I failed you, and I blame myself each day for that.

I’m currently listening to Goodness of God by Bethel Worship and Jen Johnson. One thing I’ve missed is drumming. I need to go back to it, but I need stability first. They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but it buys a glimpse. It gives you confidence. It boosts it.

I hate it when people call me. The only voice I love to hear when I pick up is my lovely sister’s. Dear Janet, I promise you’ll read this one day.

This is me just yapping, and I don’t even know what I’m yapping about. Obsidian says this is 3,017 characters up to this point.

I want to live like a hermit with a big check solitude, reading, studying math, physics, computers, Bitcoin, and programming and hitting the gym like I’m training for the Olympics.