About Me.

HELP!

I’m incarcerated. I’m serving life sentence in a cavernous literary dungeon. I didn’t choose words; words chose me. And hypnotized my fragile heart with love portion. And wouldn’t let me break away from their soothing grip. They puncture each coup attempt to end their rule over me.

I’ve become a willing prisoner, a surrendered captive, a loving bond-servant in a cavernous literary dungeon, see.

I am enraptured by words, well-woven words, in written or oral formats. I sustain a growing passion for, and have modest facility with, words. I help people say things in the best possible way they should – on the page or/and on the stage, to maximize the effectiveness of the pen or the podium. Some people say I’m a wordsmith, a literary craftsman, and insist that they are right. Well, they could be right.

I’ve seared a few creative ‘babies’: Wizards With Words; Writingale; TEDxCalabar; World Speech Day Lagos; TeenSpeak Academy; Presentation Architecture; Leaders Lounge; Calabar Toastmasters Club; Platinum Toastmasters Club, Owerri. I’ve got more ‘babies’ to sear.

I’m not a polymath. I’ve only discovered a plethora of passions – ‘unappeasable passions’ – and untapped resources that I’ve vowed to develop and to deploy. That doesn’t make me Jack of all trade. Or does it? I’m taking a long walk on the rugged, bumpy road of entrepreneurship. I’m learning how to turn ideas into commercial ventures.

Yes, social entrepreneurship calls my name and twangs my heart, producing sonorous sonnets, guiding my feet in a new, uncharted direction in step with the ensuing orchestra.

The world is my parish. I’m a Merchant of Hope. I inspire defiant optimism. Simple. Affable. Freaky about football. I repeat: I’m not a polymath.

I love things that inspire: music, movies, speeches, biographies, autobiographies, interviews, designs, or forms of art. I’m lifelong learner, a seeker of knowledge, adventurous. Perhaps not extremely adventurous like Ferdinand Magellan. I love to travel; I love to explore.

Yes, I’m an accidental futurist. Accidental, see!

On Valentine’s Day in 2011, I had ‘surgery.’ When I left the ‘theater,’ I made an irrevocable decision to ‘die divested.’ To die empty. That decision governs everything I’d do. Thenceforth. Everything I’ll ever do. Or never do. For my remaining years on this timed divide of eternity.

I trained in the sciences at the undergraduate level. I had a postgraduate stint in the arts. And another in the social sciences. Science, arts, social science. Where’s next? You guesstimate. Or stick on to find out.

I’m not a polymath. I say that again. I’m only taking a life-long journey to discover if there is fulfillment and satisfaction in the opposite direction of the culturally-accepted, highly-romanticized, narrowly-focused life; to discover if succeeding at more than one thing is a possibility, or a myth.

I’m a cool guy. Simple. Affable. Debonair.

I’m your new friend.

My name is Bryce.

And I’m very pleased to meet you!