and eating Chickwizz way too often because comfort food is a love language.
Still alive. Still us. Still proof.
Ore
My proof of life is knowing that I no longer have to worry about school exams, tests, and assignments. I can finally use my time the way I want to because, honestly, Unilag stressed the life out of me. Working for the past four years and schooling? No be beans at all.
And oh boy, I enjoyed my final days in school. I have proof 😂
My proof of life is being surrounded by so much love from my brothers, my friends, and the love of my life 😉. I also met some amazing people this year, and I’m genuinely grateful for how much light they’ve added to my life.
It’s also in enjoying my fictional books (especially the one that tried to convince me that only girls with big bums get happy endings ).
It’s in seeing my growth over the past few years and recognizing the value I bring. I know I said no more school for now, but I’m still learning and taking courses to become better at my craft. I can’t help it .
My proof of life is in the little joys, the noise, the boredom, and everything in between. In trying new recipes, some survived, some didn’t, and eating Chickwizz almost every day because, let’s be honest, comfort food kwa?
And finally, it’s in building a better relationship with God. whose love always finds me no matter what
Maxzy
Maxzy
My proof of life is rooted in embracing my multifaceted self - the good, the bad, and the unapologetic.
It’s about finding solace in the chaos, and fueling my purpose as a problem-solver and consultant. Some days, I conquer the boardroom; others, I just want to hide from deadlines and client drama. But then, there are those days when I just want to look good, smell nice, and appreciate my stylish outfits 😃 - no agenda, no meetings, just me, myself, and my fabulous wardrobe.
But through it all, I find strength in my resilience. My sanctuary lies in the gym - where sweat becomes my therapy, and every rep is a testament to my determination. It’s not just about looking good (although, let’s be real, it’s a nice bonus 😉); it’s about feeling unstoppable. When I’m not navigating complex problems, I’m driven by my passion for delivering impactful solutions.
My proof of life is about living authentically, unapologetically, and without limits. It’s about being the best version of myself, even when the going gets tough. And when the dust settles, I celebrate the small wins, the lessons learned, and the growth that comes with each challenge.
My proof of life is about making my mark, leaving a lasting impact, and inspiring others to do the same.
Solo
Solowiz
My proof of life is in this moment feeling the quiet pulse of being alive, aware, still breathing as I write this. I’m thinking, overthinking, second-guessing whether I’m oversharing a little or not at all, feeling a bit anxious but writing it anyway. Like Omah Lay, I’ve been moving. Going through the motions just to find motion. I’ve been trying to convince myself that staying in motion is the same thing as moving forward, that maybe progress hides somewhere in the doing.
Lately, I’ve been moving through the kind of days that teach patience more than progress. On some days, I walk through obscurity with surprising confidence and conviction to seize the day; on others, I move with nothing but vibes, running on autopilot and hoping motion still counts somehow. Still, I’m here, figuring it out one quiet comeback at a time. I’ve been standing at the edge, watching who I have been slowly align with who I’m becoming. The days feel heavier and lighter all at once. I’ve been losing and learning in equal measure, quietly grieving the things I no longer need.
My proof of life also lives in the little rebellious acts of self-preservation like growing out my hair in a new colour just because I can, letting go of the need to be understood every time, refusing to chase people who already know where to find me, holding space for the version of myself that’s still healing, and ultimately choosing sleep over overthinking.
I’m not sure what comes next, but I’m here still breathing, still laughing when it gets funny. I just clocked another year on the last lap of my third decade on this earth. That’s wild to even say out loud, because I vividly remember being 22 just the other day. There’s something about being on this side of life that makes me look back differently at how I have traveled through time. I start seeing patterns, not just moments. I start realizing how many times I’ve had to reinvent myself just to survive.
I’ve come to see that being alive isn’t always about the grand gestures, sometimes it’s in the subtle things no one else notices. Like the slow return of loud, reckless laughter. Like the sound of my own voice. And maybe that’s what all of this is about, just me, still out here, still trying out new stuff, still moving. Proof enough that I made it this far.
Akparawa Utibe-Abasi Inyang, October 2025
Favour
Favour Cartel!!!
I am the not-so-quiet proof that life persists through missed goals and delayed dreams.
For many years , I was the unanswered email, handwritten application letter— still waiting to be opened, the gateman waiting for his boss to go to bed; in recent years, a thriving analyst, photographer, customer service specialist, Paramedic, and through so many lives, I live where work blurs into wonder, where rent rises faster than my garri, and must be met with diligent work and proof of work- Owó
My story don reach you as “proof of life” mails — not to announce arrival, but make you know say men still mount, creating, enduring, documenting.
Las las, with every shot we take, every word, every breath, na small declaration: I live today and will, tomorrow with my head above the still rising Lekki floods.
Madonna
Madooooo!!!
My proof of life is in the fact that grief is a bastard that tries to sink me every day, but music holds me.
I have always loved music, and I cannot be tied to one genre. One day, I am listening to Handel’s Messiah, the next day I am dancing to Duncan Mighty’s Port Harcourt Boy. It depends on what my heart can carry that day.
I was never a stranger to music as someone who grew up around so much of it, and lately, it is the one thing that holds me together.
Thank God for earbuds and how they can stay in so that you can be a part of your surroundings, but also in a different world where you get to pick and choose exactly how you can feel and swim in the lyrics.
Even in my high pressure job, I am able to function properly because of songs. If I need ginger to reply to an email, I know the playlist to go to, and if I need motivation to work on the numerous spreadsheets I come across daily, I have just the right songs for that. For me, music is like low budget therapy.
So in times when it feels like I hold the weight of the world on my shoulders or when despair creeps its ugly head, I know as long as my spotify is up and running, I will be all right.
Now I am known as Mado, the girl who is always humming because music is joy. Every playlist, every chorus, every note that hits just right reminds me that I’m alive, still feeling, still trying, and always still singing.
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KahliBrown
Right now, life feels a little surreal. I’m in Tokyo, Japan, for the Fujifilm GFX Challenge Grant Award Winners’ Recognition, Exhibition and Celebration — a moment that represents both a dream and a milestone.
This journey isn’t just about the award; it’s about growth, storytelling, and representing where I come from on a global stage. From countless late nights refining my craft to finally being recognized by Fujifilm, this moment feels like proof that persistence pays off.
So, this is me — documenting my life in motion, my story unfolding in real time.
Proof of life: Grateful. Excited. Present.
Idara
Daraaaaa!!!
This year broke my heart in ways I never expected. Losing loved onessss, is never easy. I cried hard. Its easier to pray about my worries but I must trust the process. These days I see life as a gift, and I want to live every moment to the fullest.
I don’t make excuses for people anymore, I’m slowly realizing that you can be friends with someone who isn’t your friend and that’s okay…In the midst of the chaos, God blessed me with a sunshine girl, a reminder that light always finds its way back.
Lately, I’m learning to accept help without guilt, to grow quietly, and to love myself gently while letting love in.
My greatest proof of life is my hunger, this insatiable drive to chase what calls me. I’m ready for the mistakes, and the becoming. I’m just a girl with a big craving and super big energy to run after it and on God, I will get it.
So wish me all the luck!
Moe
SHOW SOME MOE
My Proof Of Life is taking leadership roles and killing it. I finally brought out my hidden treasures and it’s been amazing seeing projects amass success cause the alchemist touched it.
Life has been a trip, one morning I’m waking up as a creative, another morning I’m brainstorming with members of a startup on how to dominate, another morning I’m wheeling a rave party, another morning I’m waking up as an exec solving artists and label problems.
I mean it’s beautiful, I’m winning, slowly and steady.
If you’re reading this, you’re already proof of life. You made it through days you thought would finish you. You showed up ;messy, tired, laughing, healing, evolving.
The world is better because you’re still in it. Until next time — keep living loud.
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so much warmth in the cold. people finding purpose in this crazy planet and choosing to stand by it. well-done TBB.
This was very lovely and refreshing to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and it's nice to see people appreciate the little things and just love and live.