I FAILED 😢 – All the Doors I Didn’t Walk Through

It’s Monday again. I know, you’re probably thinking, this guy again? 😂
But I promise, these aren’t just stories. They’re pieces of me I’m handing you, one tab at a time.

If you’ve made it to Part 3, I hope something in the first two made you pause, nod, maybe even sigh.
And if you’ve shared, liked, commented, or even just read quietly… thank you. It means more than you know.

When I post these stories or my music on Instagram, I’m not chasing clout. I’m trying to stay alive in a world that forgets people like me.
So if you ever see it… Please help me be seen.

Part 3: All The Doors I Didn’t Walk Through

Some memories don’t hurt loudly. They sit quietly in the chest…
Like unopened letters. Like doors we never dared to push.

Before I ever found my voice, I found someone else’s.
His name was Merry Tee. He wasn’t famous. But to me, he was fire waiting for oxygen. I believed in him so much, I started a record label.
With no office. No staff. Just faith — and a little support from an investor whose name I’ll never say. We didn’t sign any legal papers. It was trust.
Brotherhood. Vision. We distributed his music. Promoted it. Prayed over it.
It didn’t blow. But he blew me away. Not with numbers but with heart.

And that was enough.

But the music industry isn’t romantic.
It doesn’t reward heart — it rewards momentum. And money.

Back in 2019, Korede, my friend, played me a song.
It was Zinoleesky. I remember pausing and saying, “Who is this guy?”
He told me to sign him. I reached out on Instagram.
We texted. Laughed. Shared ideas.

But I hesitated.
And he kept going.

Now? Signed to Marlians Music. Blown!

Then there was Asake.
I DM’d him too. Back when he was still reachable. He was willing to do a verse for $500. I had the money. I didn’t send it.

Not because I didn’t believe, but because I was still thinking. Still waiting for “the right time.” But some doors don’t wait. And when they close… they don’t make a sound. As we all know, he was signed to YBNL. Breaking records. Touring the world.
And me? I’m still here… wondering what might’ve been.

But I didn’t stop. In late 2021, I took another leap.
This time, into the heart of someone I knew — Adedayor.
A friend. A brother. A believer in himself and me.

We signed a promotional contract for his song, “Isheda Mi”featuring 9ice.
I spent millions. I knew the song might not hit the charts, but I wanted him to feel heard. And we did hit the charts. Apple Music Top 100 in Nigeria. Editorial playlists. Streaming milestones. But again…No music video.
TV stations wanted more money than sense. And slowly… the dream began to breathe less. I didn’t make the money back.
But we made something. Memories. Integrity. A song that still belongs to my company. And Adedayor? He’s still my guy. Still climbing.

There’s something painful about almosts. The deals that never closed.
The messages that were seen but not replied to. The friendships that could’ve changed everything. The verse that was one payment away. The belief that almost turned into a legacy. But maybe…
All those doors I didn’t walk through were just showing me the rooms I was meant to build myself. So if you’ve ever said no out of fear…
If you’ve ever watched someone rise and thought, “That could’ve been me,”
I want you to know — you’re not alone, and your door?
It might still be there…waiting… not for the perfect moment, but for the braver you.

Until next Monday (unless I get blocked for oversharing 😅),

Thanks for reading some of my what-ifs.
And for being one of the reasons I’m still walking forward.