Goodness, Still
If I ever have to explain what friendship looks like, I won’t try too hard. I’ll just tell them about you.
“Some people enter your life quietly…and then, without announcement, become part of your foundation”.
I don’t remember the exact first day I met you, but I remember that night at Glass House. Program had ended, we were packing chairs, just doing the usual. I said something—I thought it was normal—and you gave that dry laugh and said, “that was dry.”
Till today, I still think about it. Because it wasn’t even supposed to be a joke. 😂
In my head, I just said, yeah… this one is not my guy.
Funny how wrong I was.
Somewhere between MAXI and House of Glory, things shifted. No big moment. No deep conversation to mark it. Just small, consistent moments stacking up until it became something real.
We started interacting more. Then hanging out. Then it became normal; sharing meals, pulling up at each other’s place, making skits, cooking together, just doing life side by side.
And that’s how it happened.
Nothing dramatic. Just presence. God. Consistency. Time. You.
I remember when I told you I was learning how to barb. I was still rough, still figuring it out. You didn’t overthink it, you just sat down and let me try. Just like that, guy!
That kind of trust stays with you.
Because when I look back now, I realise that moment wasn’t random. It was who you’ve been in my life in so many ways.
My first real experience with a camera? You.
Manchester United? You.
My understanding of community? You.
Poetry? You. PS2? You
Filmmaking and photography? You.
Even my walk with God, you’ve been there, quietly shaping it.
Fashion? Still you.
It’s actually wild when I think about it.
One time, my Dad angrily sent me out of the house at night, you went with me, we sat on his car and we were deliberating going over to your place that night and I just knew I had won the lottery with you.
A lot of what I love today… a lot of who I’m becoming… you were there at the beginning of it.
My life has your fingerprints scattered all over it.
2019/2020 was a heavy time for a lot of people. But when I think about that season, I don’t just remember the weight of it. I remember watching you grow. You watching me grow. Us watching each other grow. We had unbelievable experiences, man!
You took your craft seriously. You pushed yourself. You showed up, again and again. No noise, no waiting for perfect conditions, just you wanting to make things happen.
And somehow, that affected me too.
You made me try things I wouldn’t have tried on my own. Things that felt out of reach at the time, like shooting a music video with that Nikon camera, handling a camera…gosh, MODELLING. I didn’t fully see it then, but you did.
You’ve believed in me in quiet ways. The kind of ways that don’t make speeches, but leave a mark.
We’ve shared a lot; goals, random conversations, serious talks, prayers, achievements, trousers, shoes, shirts, socks, moments that don’t even sound like much until you realise they built something solid.
And through all of that, one thing has been constant:
You’ve been there.
Not loud. Not for show. Just real.
And I’m learning not to overlook that. Because not everybody gets a friend who is steady. Not everybody gets someone who just has their back without making a big deal out of it.
You’ve been that for me.
I love you, man. I really do.
Thank you for showing up.
Thank you for being solid.
Thank you for being my brother.
If I ever have to explain what friendship looks like, I won’t try too hard.
I’ll just tell them about you.
Here’s to the beautiful life you have, the dreams you are going to achieve, the milestones you’re going to reach and surpass, and all the great things we’ll do together.
Cheers, King.
❤️