reflections

MY FIRST LOVE

The only reason I wanted to be a graphic designer years ago was to have the ability to design sneakers.

See below my submission for the LaceUp TV Ultimate Sneaker Challenge Suggestion Box Competition by Pensole Academy. I have always wanted to disrupt the adidas Superstar sneakers.

This was designed for Anthony Anderson.

BACKGROUND

Anthony (Tony) Anderson is from Compton, grew up in an era of NWA, gang violence, crime, drive by shootings but still made the SUPERSTAR status against all odds. He is a successful actor, comedian, writer and game show host, popularly known for his role in ABC sitcom Black-ish. He is influenced by two of the greatest Hip-Hop artists of all time; Tupac Shackur and Biggie who are from East Harlem and Brooklyn, New York respectively. Tupac and Biggie were victims of an intercostal rivalry war that led to their deaths and if only they realized they were from the same city, re-invented themselves, ended their rivalry, united and connected more together to influence the next generation of black kids before their deaths, they could still be alive to gift the world with more inspiring sounds of hope like “Keep ya head up” and “Sky’s the limit” unlike the mumble rap that is out there these days. Anthony’s success story shows hard work, patience, re-invention, perseverance and consistency overtime.

WHAT ANTHONY NEEDS: Anthony is a sneakerhead who wants a custom-made, classy and stylish superstar sneakers he could rock on the streets and the white house at the same time without socks.

INSPIRATION: Re-invention Breathable Modern Classic Legendary

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Something for us.

Something for us.

One of my favourite colour combinations

One of my favourite colour combinations

The Fuel, The Queue And The Arguments

My younger brother monitoring the queue

My younger brother monitoring the queue

Around 8:00am, while I was trying to put the remaining fuel I got through my wife's colleague on Friday to get ready for Church, a good samaritan passed by and hinted me that fuel was currently sold at a filling station close by. Immediately I took the jerrycans available and asked my brother to accompany me. The queue was reasonable but we decided not to join the car queue but the queue of jerrycans.

The Niger fellow in the midst of Nigerians

The Niger fellow in the midst of Nigerians

The Queue: Like many other queues in Lagos, had its add ons like arguments, fights which could be about politics, religion, football, women, tribe amongst many other subject matters. Funny enough there were three arguments that happened while we waited for our turn to be fuelled.

The first argument I initiated by asking my brother what role faith plays in making a decision to either be at the filling station, get fuel and be late to church/not attend church at all or go to church first and believe that fuel can be gotten later. Well, the argument ended sensibly.

The second argument was from the guy holding the 25 litres jerrycan (picture above) from Niger Republic claiming that he is a real Nigerian while we are not and also claiming the right to jump the queue and put his jerrycan ahead of others. The guy was obviously high on sniffing gum or faeces like a fellow man said in the heat of the argument.

The last one was on the car queue almost at the entrance of the filling station between a cab driver and a woman who was either just coming from church or just going. Apparently, the woman jumped the queue and she could not be dislodged. The cab man was so disgruntled that after arguing on top of his lungs, made a very outrageous statement. These were his exact words " Women are wicked, my mother is wicked, my wife is wicked even my sister is wicked!" So how did the argument end? As they were close to the fuel pump, they both discovered that they hail from the same region in the east. Well, as a Nigerian you know how that would end.

As an add on, while all of these were happening, there was this certain young man who held a 5 litres keg. He argued with a man who had two jerrycans in his Mercedes Benz C300 about something I couldn't reconcile, then later he came to me that we would not get fuel until 2:00pm. He later joined the queue, then came to tell me and my brother to try and monitor the fuel pump area as some people were jumping the queue. Later I saw him jumping the queue trying to put his 5 litres keg in the cab man's vehicle so as to get fuel. Funny people!!

The fulfilment feeling you get once in a while

The fulfilment feeling you get once in a while

Finally we got plenty of fuel and also made Church on time.

Meanwhile somewhere along Ikorodu Road, Boys gotta hustle big time to pay 'em bills.

Road service

Road service