On Friday morning, I arose early and went for a run in the park, arriving at the paddling pond just in time for sunrise.
Some 18 miles away, an 11th grader was getting ready for school - and a long commute from his new home in Jamaica, Queens back to his high school in Brownsville, Brooklyn. Later that evening Timi Oyebola planned to attend a prayer service with his family, at the church where his father preached.
By that afternoon, the 16-year-old, who often stayed late at school to study, had also decided to throw some hoops with a few friends at the basketball court behind the nearby elementary school.
Around 5 pm, Timi’s father, David, received a call from an unknown number. The details were hazy: At least one person in the park had shot into the basketball court, driving a bullet into Timi’s head. Two men had run away. “He was a really, really good kid,” the police chief would say. “There’s a strong possibility that he was the unintended target of this bullet.” The father would go to Brookdale Hospital to see his only son; he would demand answers from people who had none.
I received a call from my editor 30 minutes later. That evening I would learn that Oluwadurotimi Joseph Oyebola - or Timi for short - had emigrated with his parents and older sister from Lagos, Nigeria in 2013. In New York, the young boy had delved into the subjects of math and science, working toward the goal of becoming a doctor or engineer. The 11th grader, who often carried a basketball in his hand, was supposed to accept a national merit award at Columbia University in November - a weighted reminder that you can be anywhere doing anything and then suddenly you’re not.
About 10 pm, we filed into the family's home to pray. Congregants leaned over the family, huddled together on the couch. They placed their hands on their shoulders, praying into the impossible. “We believe that in the last moments of his life, the Lord had him,” a preacher said. “He is sleeping in the flesh, but alive in the soul.” The @nytimes story is linked in bio. Scroll for an old photograph of Timi dressed in middle school graduation robes.
IDK what to do with myself because I will never live a month as good as September 2018 😭😍 trying to tell myself it’s awesome that I’m sad because it means my wedding and the entire month leading up to it exceeded all expectations 🥂 but looking back on these photos, I realize that this is a time that will never happen again and I just keep reminding myself I am beyond lucky to have spent this last month with my absolute favorite people on my favorite island and married my favorite African @rickticks 😘 but ya I’m ready for round 2️⃣
Sunday is for... (finish the sentence)
Today, Sunday for me is for pottering in the garden, and drinking coffee.
Normally I'm working in the studio on Sundays, but I hustled hard this week so I could enjoy a day off 🙌
So let me know what's on the cards for you this Sunday?
Repost from @humansofny “When I was a boy I’d skip school to sell roses on the street. My parents gave up trying to educate me. They said: ‘He’s lost his mind over the roses.’ I wanted to be around flowers all the time. I sold so many that I opened my own kiosk across from a famous country club. But I could never sell on Fridays. The police would close our entire street so the governor could visit the club. But once I ignored their instructions. It was the day before Mother’s Day. My biggest day of the year. So I took a chance and remained open. When the police found out, they confiscated all my flowers. They even took my license. It was a fatal blow. All my money was in those flowers. I had piles of them. So I had to start from zero. I’m a street vendor again. For awhile I was ashamed, but I’m fine with it now. It’s better than working for someone. I buy the roses I want, and sell them to whoever I want. Maybe I’ll have a shop again. But as long as I’m around my roses, I’ll always feel peaceful.” (Cairo, Egypt)
I’ve got a pumpkin candle burning, some tea brewing ☕️, & my book to celebrate the first day of fall! 📖🍁🍂 (even though my actual first day of fall included a tornado & a power outage.. 😅😳)
It’s been a weird 24 hours here.. my city was hit with a tornado yesterday, and there was quite a bit damage all around. Thankfully myself & everyone I know is safe! We are just experiencing another day of a power outage 😔
What do you like to do when your power goes out?💥
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Snapshot of the og rhinos that made the story behind www.runningfromrhinos.com and my consulting business. Happy #worldrhinoday 🦏
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Whenever blueberry ice cream’s on the menu I’m first in line 🍦
i do not have a caption for you today. but i do want to know, how are all of you? what’s up?
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So I knew to expect great doors in Dublin, but really - take a look at that lamppost!! Giant silver crozier doodads, lining the streets of colorful doors. Quite impressive #streetsofdublin#prettyshopfronts
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Give me all the autumn / auburn + ivory color palettes. You were good to us, Chicago 🍂 #happyfall