Bimbi's Mind

I started writing as an escape in 2014. Writing to me was beauty borne from turmoil. A way to process the sludge, the gunk that my mind secreted and my body experienced. I found myself writing for every and any reason. I failed my exams, write. I loved this girl with the long face and she didn’t love me back, write. My mum fell ill and it has been a roller-coaster to get her back on her feet, write. I really want to be a writer but I fear I might not have the grace and natural talent needed to breakthrough, write. Sometimes, I write myself into corners where my insecurities lie. This of course is a great way to stack up a repertoire of abandoned projects that I feel I don’t have the skill set to complete. Other times, I write as far as my excitement can take me. However, the thing about using excitement as a driving force for anything is that it is not guaranteed to last and if you have a short attention span like I do, it is safe to say you will never complete anything...

Describing Paybac Iboro as the dark, yet safe side of the Nigerian millennial is not far fetched. He is one of such rare figures that have managed to own their insecurities and speak freely about their inner demons. This uncommon openness has turned his fans into a hybrid of friends, support group and as TheNative  pointed out last year, a cult.