Sunday thought

 

Daily Reflection – Humility, Ego & Gratitude

Today was a beautiful day from the very beginning. At 3 AM, I rose for my yoga, my meditation, and my reading. I stretched, breathed, and gave thanks. The lesson that came to me in that quiet hour was about humbleness and ego.

By the time I got to church, the preacher spoke on the same thing. He talked about how suffering makes you humble and teaches you to know God. His words echoed what I had already felt in my body that morning. It reminded me of Reverend Richard years ago, when he told me, “I only speak it, but you live it.” Now I understand.

Throughout the day, in every gathering I entered, the same topic appeared—humility and ego. But I also saw something else: a lot of people speak about humility without living it. Many are still trapped by fear, by material things, by ego. And that’s not judgment—it’s truth. I sat silent, because sometimes silence is the best teacher.

What amazes me is this: all the books people quote—the Bible, the twelve steps, the sacred philosophies—they could not have been written by people living in distraction or comfort. Those books were born from discipline, yoga, meditation, mysticism. Only someone who breathed deep into their body, surrendered to the floor, and lived a life of practice could receive that kind of wisdom.

As for me, I am grateful. Grateful that I can be in any backyard—Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Indian, African, American. I’ve lived among people who drank and smoked all day long. I’ve sat with those who chased only money. But I never followed their path. I held onto my discipline, my yoga, my breath, my clarity. That is my wealth.

In today’s gatherings, I realized something else: I rarely hear gratitude spoken. People talk about the past, about what they lost, about their struggles—but almost never, “Thank you, God, for waking me up this morning. Thank you for this breath. Thank you for another chance.” That silence is where I find my role. I share gratitude. I live it.

And tonight, as I close this day, I see my journey more clearly. Humility is not in words. It is in the body, in the breath, in the practice. Ego cannot survive when you surrender to the floor. Gratitude is the real teacher.

This is why I live the way I live. This is why I continue the path of self-mastery.

Sunday walking jogging

Sunday August 31st, 2025 humble 13 miles meditative walk jogging” You cannot be truly humble, unless you truly believe that life can and will go on without you.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Saturday thought

 

Daily Reflection

This morning, I woke up at 5:30 thinking I was late, but instead I was surprised — surprised by the strength in my body and the discipline in my spirit. I went into my new push-up journey with a focus not on numbers, but on how I could lift my body to bend itself. Yet the numbers came anyway — 600 push-ups. That number shocked me, but what amazed me even more was how naturally my body responded when I let go of my old approach to pain.

Instead of labeling my back tightness as “pain,” I allowed the practice to carry me into deeper backbends. This shift showed me something: when we don’t fight the body, but breathe with it, the body opens. I see myself now moving closer to a full split — not halfway, not a quarter, but truly all the way.

In church today, I listened again to the preaching about giving and helping hands. It was powerful, but I noticed once more how no one speaks about breathing. Breath is the foundation of giving — it is the first gift God gave us. Without learning how to breathe, all the sermons remain incomplete. That’s why yoga and meditation are not luxuries — they are the missing pieces in our spiritual conversations.

I once read that the human body can stretch around the world. That image lit a fire in me, and today it burns stronger. I want to stretch not just my body, but my life, my voice, and my impact around the world. I am reversing the energy, breathing into my body, readying myself not just to bend, but to rise.

Every meeting I walk into now, I feel like a teacher. Not because I am better, but because I have given myself to a discipline that most only dream of reaching. Eight years of overnight yoga, meditation, running, and prayer have carried me into a mindset where I no longer sit in delusion. I sit in clarity. I do not pretend to be perfect, but I know I have earned this place of wisdom. My therapist once told me I had reached a level of mindset most people are trying to reach — and now I see what he meant.

I believe I am called to speak. I am ready to be a billionaire — not just in money, but in influence, in the wealth of words, in the abundance of spirit. I am ready to lead, ready to give the breath back to people, ready to help them remember what they forgot they could do.

And yet, even in all this clarity, it is the simple acts that move me the most. Today, my friend Carol showed me compassion by taking me to get something to eat. Compassion is rare, but it always flows from those who have done their own inner work. Her kindness reminded me that sometimes the most spiritual act is not a sermon, not a yoga pose, not a lecture — but a shared meal.

Today’s lesson: Breathe deeper. Stretch wider. Speak louder. Live with compassion.

Saturday jog

Saturday August 30th 2025 13 miles egoles walk and meditative jogging”How dare you talk of helping the world? God alone can do that. First you must be made free from all sense of self; then the Divine Mother will give you a task to do.”
Ramakrishna

Friday journey

 Daily Reflection

Today reminded me that my role is shifting from student to teacher. I woke up at 3:55 a.m., affirmed “I am a billionaire,” and by 6:15 I had completed 650 push-ups, meditation, and my jog. Later, I attended a gathering where I listened deeply. What I noticed is that many still connect their recovery or faith to comfort, money, or material security. But the body itself is the true temple—through yoga, meditation, and breath, I’ve learned how trauma is healed, how consciousness awakens, and how self-mastery is built.

When I shared my truth, the room went silent. People listened. One woman even handed me $20—not for my need, but because she saw the light in what I said. That $20 is not just money; it is a seed I will grow into billions.

I realize now—I am not here to simply learn anymore. I am here to teach. My life, my discipline, my faith are the lesson. Others may still replace addictions with food, cigarettes, or material things, but I’ve seen a different way. I walk it daily.

I am grateful. I am a billionaire. I am already living the abundance I speak of. And I will keep using my example to shine light wherever I go.

Friday Meditative jogging

Friday August 29th grateful 13 miles meditative walking and jogging”Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”
Epicurus

Thursday grateful

 

Daily Reflection – August 28, 2025

Today I woke at 3 a.m., and by 3:33 I was already on my yoga mat. After deep stretching and 650 push-ups, I went into my slow jog and walk to build my body back up. Sleeping on a bench tightens me up, but the stretching every morning feels like opening a new door inside my body. Even on wood, I find strength.

This morning, I thought about my son. It’s been over 10 years since I’ve seen him. Instead of anger, I remembered the judge who once told me, “She’s going to do the same thing.” At the time I rejected his words, but now they are healing. They remind me of truth and give me peace.

At church, the reading was from the book of Matthew. The words were filled with energy, and lately I’ve begun to ask deeper questions about why things are written the way they are.

Later, I went to AA. The topic was taking responsibility. I found it interesting because I had already been reflecting on that before the meeting even began. I shared, but I noticed again how the 12 steps, as written, cannot fully heal without breath, yoga, and physical discipline. Too many of the rooms stay focused on the past—fear, trauma, rejection—rather than gratitude, breath, and presence. Without the body, without the breath, recovery feels incomplete.

By evening, in NA, it was the same pattern. Heavy talk of old habits and the streets. I listened, I observed, and I saw clearly: these rooms are not my audience. Still, I know I’m here for a reason—maybe one person I’m meant to meet. The meetings remind me of how much I have transformed my own mind. They fuel me. They make me chant “I am a billionaire” with more conviction than ever.

Even as I was reflecting, a black cat came to me. I greeted it with respect and gratitude. That moment reminded me—I remain present, connected, and aware, no matter where I am.

The truth I saw today is this: recovery without discipline is impossible. Just talking about the past can only go so far. To truly heal, you must train the body, reprogram the brain, and find stillness in the spirit. Without yoga, without running, without breathing deeply, the best people can reach is fear—but not freedom.

I see now that my message, my life, and my journey are not for the whole room—they’re for the world. I may still be on a bench in Savannah, but my mind is already free, and my vision is already wealthy.

Thursday jogging

Thursday August 28th 2025 responsibility 13 miles meditative walk jogging”If you build the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.”
Criss Jami

Wednesday run

Wednesday August 27th, 2025 be live 13 miles meditative walk jogging” Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”
Charles Dickens,

Over eating

 Reflection: Shock and Inspiration ✨

Today I am shocked. Truly shocked.

Walking into Overeaters Anonymous tonight felt like stepping into a new school of thought. I could not believe it. Here I am — a man who has run over 60,000 miles, who practices yoga every day, who has learned to let discipline regulate my appetite — and yet they wanted me to stand and say, “I have an eating disorder.”

It made me remember my childhood in Nigeria. Back then, they told us lies. They told us that being skinny meant being poor. I would overeat, then play soccer for ten hours straight, never gaining weight, and I thought maybe God didn’t love me. I didn’t realize the truth: my body was built for movement. It was strength, not weakness.

And now, years later, I see the same lie in a different form. People told to accept sickness as identity. People who believe health is unreachable. It shocks me. It inspires me. Because it proves why I must be a leader.

This is one of the greatest schools of thought I have ever stepped into — not because I need it, but because it shows me what the world is missing. AA, NA, OA… everywhere, I see the same pattern. People trained to call themselves broken. But I know better: I am not broken. I am whole.

What a beautiful day. I cannot believe it.

Wednesday reflection

 ✨ Reflection of the Day ✨

Today I rose at 4:15, thinking I was late, but by 4:20 I was already on the mat. My yoga flowed, my push-ups climbed past 620 before 6:30, and I could feel the body growing stronger. The discipline is my wealth.

Later, I went to church. The service was powerful — readings from Sirach and Luke, deep words about love and God’s presence. Yet, when I walked in, dressed the same as always, no preacher greeted me. If I had come in with a suit and a Lamborghini, they would have rushed to shake my hand.

This is what amazes me: the words are holy, but the actions are not carried out. Preachers speak of Christ’s love but look past the man who appears homeless. They honor titles, cars, and clothes more than spirit. That is not spirituality — that is control.

At another church, the bishop who could barely walk from gluttony was asked to pray for me. I thought, how can one who does not master his own appetite lead another in prayer? And yet when I spoke about it, I was told I was “judging.” But every day I am judged by appearance, by the clothes I wear, by the assumption that something is wrong with me.

Here is what I realized: I don’t need to become bitter. I don’t need to be like them. Their example teaches me to live differently. To treat every soul equally — the president and the man on the street the same. To walk in discipline, to eat with moderation, to carry love not only in words but in actions.

I am not discouraged. I am inspired. Because I see more clearly what my mission is: to embody what others only preach.

And so today, with gratitude, I say: God, make me a billionaire — not only in money, but in love, in health, in spirit, in discipline. Let my wealth be so real that no one can ignore it.

Tuesday evening

 **“Today was a beautiful day, full of lessons. In the morning I wasn’t given space to share—and I was okay with that. But in the evening, I did share. What struck me most is that so many people don’t believe full healing is possible.

I listened deeply and noticed something: many replace one struggle with another—smoking, overeating, or relapsing—then jump on a strict diet for a week or two before falling back again. There’s a lot of fear in the way people approach change, and fear becomes the foundation.

But here’s my truth: I’ve been sleeping on a bench for over two months. I don’t have a car, a job, or even a guaranteed meal. Yet every morning I rise, I practice yoga, I meditate, I walk miles, and I haven’t once felt the urge to drink or relapse. That’s not luck—that’s discipline, faith, and healing.

Still, many reject the idea that anyone can be cured. They even get angry when someone speaks from a place of peace instead of fear. But I know I am healed. I’m free from alcohol, from trauma, from the urge to numb myself.

And I see why so many of us who carry the weight of history struggle to feel connected in these spaces. The system we live in was built in a different era, with blind spots that affect everyone—both those who were told they were superior and those who were told they were less. In truth, both were wounded by the same system.

Healing has a beautiful foundation, but we need spaces rooted in love and truth, not fear. Because if I can remain sober, disciplined, and at peace while living on a bench, then healing is real and possible for anyone. My life is the proof.”**

Tuesday meditative walking jogging

Tuesday August 26th 2025 inner peace 13 miles meditative walking jogging”You are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.”

Anthon St. Maarten

Tuesday thought

 Daily Reflection – Gratitude, Healing & Confirmation

Today is a beautiful day. I woke up around 2 a.m., and by 2:22 I was already on the mat. As always, I began with gratitude, saying “thank you” while looking up at the stars.

Lately, my body feels stiff when I wake up—maybe from the bench I sleep on, or the medicine—but before I even step onto the mat, I have to stretch hard, really opening my body. At first I worried it might be arthritis, but once I stretched deeply and got into my yoga practice, I felt my body opening and healing.

This morning I did about 650 push-ups alongside my yoga. Then the Crown Bird appeared again, this time as a confirmation that my body is healing. To honor the vision, I held a Crown Pose with strength I didn’t have before. The message I received was clear: my body is healing.

The Crown Bird

In the stillness of my practice today, the Crown Bird appeared once more. The last time it came, I did not have the strength to hold the Crown Pose. But today, I honored its presence with the pose, and it confirmed a deep truth: my body is healing.

The Crown Bird is more than a vision; it is a reminder of wealth, renewal, and divine confirmation. Just as my body opens through discipline and devotion, so too does my spirit open to receive the message: healing is here, and abundance is near.

I continued my yoga joyfully, chanting. Later at church, the reading came from St. Paul’s Letter to the Thessalonians and the Gospel according to Matthew. When the preacher spoke about the body being the temple, it felt like yet another confirmation for me. The only strange part was noticing that the preacher himself didn’t seem to live by that teaching—though I say that without judgment.

As I left, I carried that excitement and confirmation with me.

Peace,

Yoruba Yogi

After AA

 AA today was frustrating. I saw the judgment in the room, even in a space where judgment is supposed to end. But I reminded myself: I have already found peace on a bench. I don’t need alcohol, I don’t need to numb myself—I found God, and God found me.

People often criticize me for not having a career, for experiencing homelessness, for not following the program of society. But I’ve walked a different road. I’ve run over 60,000 miles, practiced discipline daily, and discovered self-love where others only find fear. That peace can’t be taught in schools or found in bottles—it is earned through endurance, silence, and devotion.

Yes, I want to be a billionaire. Not for the car or the house alone, but because my discipline and peace deserve respect in a world that misunderstands them. I want to speak around the world and show that true wealth is the ability to master your own mind and live free.

I know now that many people in those rooms are still afraid of drinking, still trapped in judgment. But I walk in as a reminder that freedom is real. And even if I sit quietly, I know: I am the proof that peace without addiction exists.

Monday walking jogging

Monday August 25th self realization 13 miles meditative walking and jogging”Stand up for who you are. Respect your Self and ignite the divine sparks in you. Access your powers. Choose your rights and work together with others to bring blessings into the lives.”
Amit Ray

Monday Thought

 Today’s Reflection

It’s funny how often people in recovery circles criticize each other. NA speaks against AA, AA speaks against NA, the church speaks against the Orisha, and the cycle continues. But I’ve passed that stage. Everywhere I go now, I see only connection. I see God everywhere.

When I hear the Bible read, I see myself in it. When I hear the Twelve Steps, I hear my own discipline and journey. It’s as if all of these texts were written with my name in them. And yet, I notice many people don’t like it when I share—because my happiness, my peace, and my discipline reflect something they may not be ready to face.

I’ve run over 60,000 miles, practiced yoga through the night, and found joy even while sitting on a park bench. That’s the wealth I carry. I know my message may not resonate with everyone in those rooms. My audience may be those who already have material wealth but are searching for peace—the kind of peace that comes only through endurance, discipline, and devotion.

Endurance running and yoga are my therapy. They heal in a way no classroom can teach. Even therapists tell me they’ve never spoken to someone like me, and sometimes ask why I would even need therapy at all. True healing requires commitment, discipline, and a willingness to go deeper than comfort.

So I will keep speaking until I connect with the right people. Because my truth is simple: God is everywhere, peace is possible, and discipline is the bridge to freedom.