I haven't posted in eight weeks. The longest gap since I started writing this series. Long enough that some of you have asked. Long enough that I noticed myself not noticing the rhythm anymore. I want to be honest about what was happening in the silence. Because...
I gave thirty years to radio. Pirate stations in London basements. BBC 1Xtra at launch. And then Nairobi. Building something from the ground up that people genuinely loved. Radio was the first thing I ever loved. Before the company. Before DJing. Before anything else I went on...
Two years ago I went to Diani. I was still at the radio station. Things were heavy in a way I hadn't fully named yet. I'd told my friend Kadzo what I was thinking — that I wanted to get away for a morning, sit by...
I've been going to gigs alone. As a DJ. When I'm playing, having my people there matters. Not for company exactly. For the moment. The crew is who you turn to when the room lifts. Someone to share what just happened. Someone to clock the night...
The Correction: Entry 06 (v2) Ricardo called me out after he heard the first episode of the podcast. I've been paying attention differently since. It was raining in Nairobi. My friend was leaving my house to run some errands. He's a biker so I assumed he was heading...
Ricardo called me out. From France. The day Episode 01 dropped. He's been on the podcast several times. Jamaican guy. Lives in France now. Married. Three kids — Mosiah, Nesta and Usain, named after Jamaican heroes. Built from nothing. One of the people who has consistently...
Title: The Correction: Entry 05 Consistent presence. Two words. That's all it took. I've been giving this to people my whole life without knowing it had a name. The check-ins. The random call just to say I'm thinking of you. Keeping someone in your day, not just your...
Thursday. Taking stock. I've been writing this series for a few weeks now. And something strange has been happening. The more I write, the more I realise I've been writing it for years. I went back through the G-Spot recently, all my posts here. Posts from 2018. Some...
I didn't plan it. There was no agenda. No calculation. A friend of mine — a creative — had been in a situation for years that I couldn't stop thinking about. The more I turned it over in my mind the more unjust it felt. Businesses...
Thursday. Still in it. Nobody told me to perform. That's the thing I keep coming back to. Nobody sat me down and said — right, from now on, make it look effortless. Make the capable look natural. Don't let anyone see the cost. I just...