Downtown Lagos,

The clock reads 1:11 am.

The streets are stripped bare of people; the weather is biting cold.

The air is filled with the sweet smell of wet earth...

"Petrichor."

That’s what they call it.

The air is enveloped in a haze that appears like that uncle or aunt who shows up to your house unannounced.

"The Shoms" 

is the newly coined nickname for this particular location.

In the Shoms, through the windows of a three-story building that are wide open, we see the author of this letter tap away on his keyboard as he tidies up tasks that have been piling up for a while now.

One of which is writing to you, .

It’s crazy, isn’t it?

The guts this author has to leave you without any mail for more than a week!

In all honesty, feel free to judge this author—

(he don even tire to de explain).

Lol.

It’s been a minute, .

How have you been?

How’s the creative hustle going for you?

How has life been treating you?

How’s your mental state?

You'll probably read this around 9 am so Good morning to you .

In my last mail (if you haven’t read it, go back and do so),

I spoke about a class that was going to happen over the weekend...

Well,

it didn’t happen.

Impromptu tasks, events, and projects popped up from work, family, and church.

In all honesty, I don’t see an end to these things in sight anytime soon.

We’ll be discussing the "Three Horsemen" (from previous emails) over the next few days/weeks.

This mail, however, is me checking in on you.

Want to rant?

Hit me—what’s on your mind?

Have tea?

I’m sat!

Best in caring,

Okedeji Omoteso

P.S. Starting Monday next week, I’ll be hosting recorded conversations with creatives, business owners, tech bros—you name it

(we’re all creatives after all!).

If you’d like to be part of this, feel free to reply with 

"Let’s do this",

and I’ll share all the details.