Dili’s Log 傾聽你的心 ― dedicated to the people that got me here.



{ For your faith, that gave me wings.
For your patience, that suffered me.
For your encouragement, that was relentless.
For your presence, that was unconditional.
For your empathy, when I deserved judgment.
For your comfort, through loneliness and desolation.
For your love, when I was unlovable.
Thank you…
For you taught me the life I now live.
Dulce bellum inexpertis.
Invictus maneo. } ― Dili

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Special Thanks

Kafanchan Grace Choir, Royalties, and New Life Choir: for the immense contribution you made in shaping my sense of identity and independence. Looking toward the future, some spoke just so they are heard, and others with the intent to act. Well done is better than well said. I hope you are living your best life no matter its form. For my part, if I had known beforehand the overtaxing sacrifices and crushing isolation that would be exerted grinding out those aspirations into reality as well as the high toll it would take on my lifestyle and relationships for a long time, perhaps I might have prophesied less. Kaza: my boyhood favorite neighbor. Still wonder fondly the whereabouts of you, Tomo, Swam, and Momi; Rev. & Mrs. Nduba and my friend Adozie – you will always be remembered fondly; Ike at CPM Kafanchan, Stephen Chinwuba: it was so fun learning the piano, guitar, and composing songs together during my early teen years; Chidi Achims: for embracing my early developments, and giving it a platform – death cheats and memories redress; Kingsley Igwe: a dear and constant friend of past, present, and future; Abiola and Femi Otenigbagbe: for nurturing a youth’s reckless leadership believing he could rise to more; Tola Akunji: in some alternate universe, our bond and friendship wouldn’t have been so undervalued (Curse Daniel); Tunde Microbrosky: for your infectious enthusiasm for internet technology that drew me firmly into the computer sphere; Chuka Ojimba, Brother Ben, Monday Igwe, James at Technical, Afolabi, others: names to always remember and hold precious; Francis Ikegwuonu and Ismaili: for our adventuresome friendship and the many memorable night vigils spent together learning and practicing technologies; Nelly Ekaidem: I will always adore you – the young are often stupid; Iyke Onka: ♪ Down in my bones I can feel this holy dope ♫. More than a musician, the science ideas you shared with me about Light and Time were brilliant and I wish you’d put them to paper and publish. Thanks for the inspiring figure you were during my more musically inclined years; Chidi Nnadozie: my first work boss – thanks for taking a chance on me and encouraging my adventurism even when it seemed to threaten your job. You are the most secure boss I never had again; John & Marilyn Kelly: my second home in Edinboro Pennsylvania, which will always be one of my favorite places in the world; Adaeze Akeru: for your act of kindness; Tracey Newton: for your solidarity in a time of great adjustment and distress when everyone else avoided me; Allen and Susan Scott: for your warmth, kindness, and the memorable winter hat and scarf you knitted for me. I will always value the moments shared with your outstanding extended family. Alas, contentment is seldom possible under great pain; Linda Hawkins, John Butler, Andrei Santos, Laura Mae Wood, and Laurie Chandler: Georgia was no doubt the unhappiest and biggest time-waste of my life under the circumstances, and I still curse under my breath the counterproductive influences that dragged me there, as well as the difficult 7-year period it took to reel out. Yet our loving friendship which continues to pulse in my heart reminds me of something to look back on with immense gratification; Anita Okeke, Barbara Spohn, Anna Ruth Flagg, and Nancy Turtle: for your relentless gestures of encouragement – it really was all I had to go by sometimes; Jialuo Chen: favorite roomie – our time shopping, watching movies, and teaching me to cook Chinese dishes are some of my lifetime’s favorite memories; Jerry and Susan Pickens: all-time favorite neighbors – still treasure every moment we shared.

There are people who prefer the airbrush versions of our lives, the better days, and the fair weather. Others patronize – try to box you into their stigmatic ideas and presume condescendingly to know how you ought to think and evaluate yourself to fit their delusions of charitable superiority. Some of the names above identified with the most self-inflicting periods of my journey and character in an inconvenient friendship for you. Thank you for believing in me when it was not so obvious. Your names mean something profoundly personal and cherished to me, whether or not I have opted to remain in contact with you. In some ways, the person you knew and loved no longer exists – perhaps undone by the realities of life, which we all share in our forms – but I hold his remnant and know how highly he esteemed you.

Special Thanks also to the notion of Failure and Imperfections: Whatever I am today, it is because of a healthy willingness to fail in friendships, love, family, business, and life. Without these permanent failures, I wouldn’t be better at life, love, and work.


Adun Akinyemiju, S. O. Adigun, F. T. Himmikaye, S. O. Otoide, A. O. Edun, Lola James, N. J. Osai. A heartfelt appreciation for seeing something in me at a time I could not have possibly believed alone. Thank you. Dr. Ron Koger – for your influence that kept me in college longer than I could afford, Dr. Kim Haimes-Korn and Erin Sledd – for teaching me writing as an exploratory means for inquiry, discourse, and fine art. Dr. James Ponnley: the only math teacher that mattered… of blessed memory. Thank you, Dr. Ponnley.

Distant Heroes

Robert Greene – particularly your work on Mastery. It was immense encouragement and reinforcement to both my drive and focus, through the darkest moments of inner conflicts and sheer excess work over punishing hours, where no other voices of reassurance nor light would travel with me, often reinstating clarity and the security to stay on mission. Monica Lewinsky – for standing back up and outmatching the entire world; demonstrating our ownership over our own story. Your resilience continues to inspire my approach to life. MacKenzie Scott – the moment you had the influence to improve millions of minority lives, you did.

To each of my rideshare riders – you bore me through happy times, grief, and many reflections bringing all the excitements and a radical heterogeneity of meaningful human-to-human connections with laughter, sadness, solidarity, and occasional irritation. Sharing thousands of moments with people from all works, stations, and places of life that I could not have otherwise met from all parts of the world has affected me considerably – leaving me with no doubt that humanity has far more in common across peoples, cultures, and societies than our upbringing and environment might have us think. Only through a genuine human connection with the person next to you can the world become more colorful and vivid. Every 37,000+ of you from 150+ countries, 80% of which we shared more than a 5 minutes conversation, left a part of yourselves, your world, and your experiences – highs and lows, with me. Thank you.


No matter how strong or in control we might think ourselves to be, our behaviors and outcomes are not silos. The close relations we keep and the environments we put ourselves into have a surprisingly outsized influence on our mindset and well-being. Some orient and bring out the best in us – furthering our maturity, while others disorient and bring out the worst of our humanity – regressing us backward against our hard-won values. You can either spend all your lifetime blaming people and your background… or you can just leave and take the reins for yourself. The singular life skill most responsible for my attainment today, however belatedly learned, is the intolerance and readiness to jettison places, communities, and situations that attempt to detract or level down meaningful growth and impose conformity to how such places and people would rather you be. Yet, there are and continue to be those who add positively to the story of our lives. Many have names we tragically may never remember again. Others, like my literature teacher during Primary School (Elementary School) in Benin City, a tall slender man who often wore black trousers on a black short-sleeve shirt with white polka dots, whom I only remember as Mr. David, are remembered as though from another lifetime. Mr. David’s immense disappointment, hearing my involvement in a foolhardy class raid and fist brawl in Primary 2, would go on to frame my conduct in times of aggression – I never wish to see that look on his face again. I have been loved, aided, and abetted by Latinos, Semites, Indians, Black, White, and Asian people. Most of my teachers through life and school expected so much of me and fostered their hopes. All those past ‘lifetimes’ were the building blocks of the present. Wherever you are, thank you. You made a difference.


To surviving siblings. In adulthood, we try hard to repress and reframe childhood​ life at home as a wonderland period, yet the raw truth eventually stares us down. Belittled and ridiculed at home, appreciated and valued by outsiders, then criticized and accused of preferring outsiders. To rephrase a quote, rivalry among families is the most cruel and toxic form of rivalry because the stakes are so low. I wish it were true that abuses and master gaslighting end after a tumultuous childhood. Permanently extricating and cutting ties may have been the most painfully difficult decision I ever made, but it was also the healthiest… There is no looking back. I regret the wasted and disoriented years, irreparable life damages, lost time, and self-sabotage it took to finally summon a firm decision, but take solace in knowing my ultimate recourse was that much an absolute last resort. In a world where estrangement from even a family bound to heinous dysfunctional cycles carries a negative social stigma, I do not doubt being a monster for my resolution. So be it. Our better decisions in life aren’t usually the most popular. May we all find the courage to do what we must and let time show the wisdom and harvest of our judgment – bringing greater contentment in our discrete paths that eluded us together. I wish us all peace and healing through the remainder of our separate lives.
To Francis Ezeadina Ikwuadinso, we shared a lifetime mixed with alienation and affection. Your unexpected passing left me permanently cratered with shock, and I still mourn you. Your industry provided agency to my aspirations despite your shortcomings as a father. A man of your time and place, I do not hold you blameworthy for who you were any more than the inevitable outcome of our relationship in my adult years. Still, I had tacitly hoped for closer and prouder days ahead of us reignited by success and a newfound grown-up understanding of ourselves – an opportunity to know better the person behind the Dad. I did always hold gratitude for your hard work and what must have been painful sacrifices for you, especially faced with the same pressure in my efforts as well as in observations and shared stories with other hard workers. I am saddened by how much your sweat enriched my life and how little of this impact you ever got to know before your death. We had no closure. Without a conclusion, my mind recursively searches for you restlessly in dreams during sleep. When you come to me, you are elusive and ephemeral. A brass light is cast on you and none of it makes any sense. A meaningless and utterly avoidable death, yet certain in the absence of the will to live. While I hold no regrets but resolve from your fate, the reveal of the crueler realities of this world from the circumstances of your final moments was the befitting culmination for a beleaguered and tyrannized childhood, and has dealt even more losses. It remains the lowest point of my toil, and the darkest day in my life. Friends and outsiders bore me through the dissociation in childhood. Strangers now bear me through grief. I grieve only one. You once told me that in this world we are all alone with no one else. Although I continue to regard your remark a fallacy, I feel its weight ever more gravely since your passing, and I worry that I always will. RIP – Invictus Manetis (You remain unvanquished).
Remembering my grandmother, Mary Rose Mbaezue, whose soft reassurance I could never forget. Fond thoughts also of Sylvia Omini, and Onumasi Okafor: deep within my heart you will always live – death cheats and memories redress. Ifeanyi Ikwuadinso: the nearest ideal I had to a big brother.

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