DEAR MAMA BULL 002

Letter to My Younger Self - Likkle Olayeni Nice

Hey there, little you,

Likkle Olayeni Nice

I wish you could see yourself right now—sprinting to beat deadlines, gulping coffee like it’s oxygen, and staring at screens until your eyes blur. You’re hustling nonstop, burning the midnight oil studying, and planning your next move so aggressively your to-do list shivers. Life feels like one giant spreadsheet, doesn’t it? Like the world’s a puzzle you’re this close to solving, and you’re so convinced the grind’s gotta pay off someday.

I wanna tell you something: that spark inside you? The one that makes you excitedly look forward to your teenage days, adulthood, the thought of someday owning a computer, music-listening devices, and becoming a "computer person" & doing "computer things" Hold onto it.

Life…

Well, it gets trickier. There’ll be days that feel heavy, like you’re carrying a backpack full of rocks. People might call it “growing up”—suddenly there’s bills, doubts, and storms you never saw coming. It won’t always feel like the adventure you imagined.

But here’s the secret: you’re still in there. Even when the road gets bumpy, I see you. When I’m tired or scared, I remember how you’d stare, lost in your imagination and whisper,

“What if…?”

How you’ve face planted into burnout a dozen times, but still dragged yourself to work/class the next day, or cried in silent places only to wipe your eyes and walk into the room like nothing happened.

You taught me that hope isn’t just for kids—it’s the fuel that keeps us going.

We’re not there yet, but I swear, we’re climbing. The future’s still bright, little man. Maybe not the way we pictured it (turns out, your favorite character Ben Tennyson from Ben 10 isn’t real).

But there’s magic ahead—the kind we make ourselves.

Keep dreaming big. Keep that fire alive. I’ll meet you at the top.

See you up there, likkle man.

- Older You

(The one who still believes)

Olayeni Nice