Third Person Chronicles Prt2 - Life Goes On....

Its been just over a year since my last entry, they say telling your own story can sometimes be a mental burden, I guess this has played a major part in such a delay for another entry...

My last message I admit was probably a little 'deep' unfortunately there was no other way of getting said message across that in the face of severe adversity, there's always hope, fortunately for me, I always think on those 'Red Pill' levels.

In society today, we don't tend to discuss the various effects of a death in the family be it abrupt or natural, a passing of a close one, we don't have an effective support mechanism, I'm not talking about putting someone that has experienced such a devastating experience on suicide watch, or to be called every three and half minutes in a day for comfort, Rather, I'm talking about a support mechanism that allows an individual to maintain a keen grasp on their reality, ultimately maintaining a keen grasp on life and the plethora of hope and opportunities that life can still offer regardless of any misfortune in its many guises. I hope to offer a little inkling to how I got by and coped.

For me, I believe one never gets over such a personal loss, I believe it plays on your mind till the day you take your last breath, nevertheless as human beings we have a sense of survival that's innate in all of us, its just a question of resilience and how high your resilience levels are...


In the last 3 years since the passing of my brother, I've had a lot of people ask "Isaak, how have you coped?", what they really mean is "Isaak, why are you not wallowing in self pity and constantly calling us complaining about how your life is shit and that the walls are closing in on you". Unfortunately you can never give an accurate answer to how you've coped except to say that quite simply "I've kept things moving" as clichéd as that sounds. You just cope and you convert any negative energy into something constructive, which is what I did and admittedly still trying to do, some people aren't able to 'just cope', so I'll suggest you find something you feel will allow you to avert your attention from the tragedy, this helped me a little bit.

In the early aftermath, yes I blamed the whole world, the hospital and anyone else that I felt could've done something to save my brother, ultimately these were natural human emotions which after a while you come to the realisation that actually it was just his time all be it abrupt.

Life changed for me dramatically... I feel somewhat surprised and blessed that I'm able to sit here today discussing such a traumatic experience as it definitely almost certainly 'finished' me. The list of misfortune seemed endless, no contact with my son, my relationships were going nowhere then my brother dies...I'm thinking 'what the hell is going on' I mean the feeling was and still is indescribable, it felt like a gruesome nightmare!.

I feel I've exorcised some of my demons now, but I know there is still much work to do, but that's all good because I'm hopeful I'll be a person of value once the transformation of character is complete, I truly believe that.

My Coping Mechanism;
I decided to throw myself into the business of music.. after the loss, I lost all my drive for the recruitment business I ran for 2 years, in fact left the recruitment industry completely after a long but successful 8 years to pursue a business my brother had a keen interest in (I found solace in something my brother enjoyed doing) I honestly didn't think about it much, I simply went in head first and didn't look back. This was my Coping Mechanism, I'll be honest, I'm not sure if its worked, nevertheless working, being involved in various projects and relative activities was a way for me to surrender to what I felt I needed at the time - Motivation.


The journey is far from complete and having the blessing of being able to wake up everyday means that I have a chance to fulfil a legacy and an objective regardless of my misfortunes.

Unfortunately I've had a few friends and colleagues that have lost a loved one in the last year especially... and as devastatingly sad as the experience may have been, you have much work to do. They are gone in person but not in spirit, which means you still have a responsibility to them but mostly a responsibility to yourself to fulfil all your ambitions in life, perhaps solace could be sought throughout the process.

I sincerely hope this brief message has been of some help to you.

Thank you for reading. The next T.P.C will be available shortly..

'The Third Person Chronicles' Prt 1

The Third Person Chronicles Prt 1


By popular demand I’ve decided to give in to the temptations of revealing certain anomalies in my mind. You will read aspects of my evolution and become to learn about the nature of the beast called ‘The Third Person Chronicles’. Welcome to IsaaksWorld.

Its been rough tough and perhaps sometimes ‘impossible’, 2 years ago, a tragedy befell me, I lost my younger brother Tayo ‘Puffy’ Badru to a disease yet to be named, instead a series of unknown causes were thrown at me as if I was a complete idiot and I hadn’t known what had really gone down, In any case a precious life was lost….

Before his passing most knew him for an aspiring individual who had ambition, ambition rivalled by none other, a piercing ambition that brought fame and fortune within a community that yearned for a prize prince, my brother was a King amongst Kings, a prince amongst princes, he had gone suddenly, No!, he had gone abruptly.

A shower of dark mists shrouded with uncertain questions descended upon me, what was I to do? How was I to feel? What was I to do? These were the questions flowing through my mind…’Tayo, why did you have to go and leave me like this, you have so much to live for’ the first question I battled myself asking. Well so it was, my brother, for whom I was supposed to be his keeper, his guiding light through all those dark tunnels, never quite made it out of that long distant dark tunnel, my light was too faint for him to find for guidance (my thoughts at the time, perhaps still), I didn’t feel I had done enough to save my brother.. he was gone, with his departure , a large chunk of my mind, body and spirit left with him.


How many of you have lost someone and felt the need to keep all your various emotions and feelings pent up for fear of completely adopting the feeling of what I like to call ‘spiritual decimation’? where your mind, spirit and eventually your body shuts down completely becoming a zombie, I didn’t want this, I couldn’t allow for this to happen, no way, my father, mother and sister were looking for me to be the man of the house and deal with this accordingly…this would almost become my Achilles heel.

In Nigeria as a parent, it is tradition to never bury your child if fortune should disagree with you and take them away, so yours truly had to plan everything along with help I must add, nevertheless it was all on me to be composed and sane enough to go through all the emotions of a broken man and I did. My brother Tayo P Badru passed away on the 15th of June 2007 (2 months before his 28th birthday) at approximately 3:15 pm and I buried him on the 2nd Of July 2007. R.I.P Tayo…



Now the music, the business, the hard work to re-assemble a broken business left in a shroud of mess had to be redeveloped and nurtured back to where it truly belonged, at the top of its game, the top of the ladder…AlliAnce Music.. contrary to popular belief, this amongst other ventures was my brothers pride and joy, this was escape-ism from the norm, as this business was not the ordinary, it was and is quite simply an extraordinary entity and I hope to prove this in latter episodes of my BLoG entitled The Third Person Chronicles….

Summary from the Author:
This particular episodes is for all those going through pain, heartache and confusion, you are not alone, but know this, you will be ok, you have to be ok, it is your God given right to be ok, for without these problems, how could we ever expect to derive an answer to ultimately make us knowledgeable and wise human beings? Look out of the window into the cerulean like skies and tell yourself pain is love and love is progression, for you have to feel pain to be able to feel, value and respect love and being loved. You are truly blessed.

Thank you for reading and please look out for ‘The Third Person Chronicles’ Prt 2, coming soon………..