Welcome to The Roam...
My name’s Dami or Afam, my grandma (late) called me Tosin, which I think is my best name. My surname’s Ade-Odiachi, because my father’s surname is Ade-Odiachi. His father’s surname was Odiachi. This is proof that we don’t choose where we come from, but we choose who we end up becoming. At least, that’s how I think the world works.
Every time I smell death in the air, my head clears. It’s like that time I jumped into the ocean to escape a bunch of criminals. They thought I was lying when I said I’d rather die than remain in their company. They thought the ocean meant death for me. They were wrong. I was also very high. It could have been Adrenalin, or something they slipped in a drink, but I jumped out of a moving car, fell on to a sandy road, and sprinted into the Atlantic wearing nothing but my gym leggings and my mother’s sweater.
The water was clean. It was almost like I wasn’t in Lagos. I could see my feet. It felt like that time I went to Dakar with the Bateau Boys for three days. The water there was just as clean. I felt connected to everything, and even though, there was danger all about me, I was at peace. The sun on my head was glorious. The water’s cool was as refreshing as breeze on a disgustingly hot and humid day: a hot enough to burn a baboon’s ass kind of day.
They thought I’d die there, but I knew I wouldn’t. I swim too well to die barely a kilometre from the shore on a perfect day. So I floated, and I waited, and I let my head clear and my mind roam free.
The only thing in the world I want is to be my best self and live my best life for as long as I can. I want to love and be loved by those who I love. Loving people that don’t love you will break your heart. Accepting love you cannot return will suffocate you. My best life is an honest life. 29 years of complacent, let the world do to me as it pleases and let the chips fall where they may living have not worked out well. I’ve been depressed and I’ve tasted the depths of despair. I chased violent delights and almost met a violent end.
As I stare down the barrel of the Corona virus gun pointed at us all, I’m thinking of all the things I want to do with my life that I haven’t done. But, I’m not going to diminish my accomplishments so far and make it look like my life to date has been a waste.
I graduated primary school, I made very good grades in secondary school, I was a genius in A level school, I made it through university with a degree even though I had a glitch in my final year. I built a brilliant blog called the ramblings of a madman-afam dot com. I went to journalism school and graduated. I got an internship and did so well that I left that amazing amazing place as anchor, and maybe deputy editor. I left for a better gig at a bigger company and... it did not work out.
I always wanted to be a writer, an actor, a drama king, famous, in love, married, funny, tragic, handsome, clever, intelligent, well read, empathetic, self aware, grateful, healthy, excited, a party beast, a dog daddy, a director, a documentary maker, a producer, a creative somebody, an entrepreneur, a nabob and a yes to life somebody.
I've got my head and my brains. I've got my arms and my legs. My heart's alive and it's pumping blood.
So welcome to The Roam where I do all of the above and then some.