Chapter 3: Kenechukwu—The Wanderer and Thinker
Now make we change level. Imagine Kenechukwu, just 20, grab him small digital camera, sling faded Ghana-Must-Go bag for shoulder, tell people for Enugu, ‘I wan see the world!’ Dem look am like say e don craze, but him no send anybody.
Him waka reach Ghana go practise meditation; for Niger Delta islands, he taste all kinds of local food; for East Africa, he live among different people, dey hear their stories. You go see am for Port Harcourt, dey chop roadside boli, or for Accra, dey sit cross-legged by Volta River, dey try meditate.
He dey always talk: ‘One time, I press my face to the ground just to smell the spirit of the land.’ People go laugh, but for am, every journey na new flavour to taste.
He live this waka life till age 28. By then, all him get na one camera and battered bicycle inside small bag. No big bank account, no permanent address, but heart full of stories wey money no fit buy. Would you trade comfort for adventure?
After years on dusty roads, Kenechukwu’s hunger for adventure shifted from the outside world to the world inside his head. Instead of just crossing countries, he start dey cross mental borders—chasing big thinkers, those you fit find for TEDx Lagos or Yaba coding hubs, dey find fresh ideas.
He waka meet Africa’s top tech entrepreneurs, thinkers, and leaders. For Abuja, he dey grill tech wizards; for Accra, he dey quiz politicians; for Nairobi, he dey debate activists. Notebook full with theories, dreams for Africa future, sketches of inventions nobody don build yet.
People come dey call am ‘seer’ or ‘prophet’, and him books like ‘Out of Control’ and ‘The Inevitable’ begin circulate for campus and bookshop. If you wan know future, na Kenechukwu you go read.