About

I’m Makanjuola .O. Dada—a storyteller, creative director, sometimes a poet—and emotional historian of sorts. Born in Nigeria, shaped by cities and silences. I write about the unseen: the pauses in conversation, the height of memory, and the quiet intensity of affairs of the heart.

I didn’t always know I was meant to write.
But I’ve always felt called.

There’s so much I’ve lived through—so much I carry in memory, in scars, in softness. I used to jot down short notes, stray quotes, thoughts too tender for conversation. Eventually, those fragments asked to become something fuller. And I listened.

My debut book, A Night in Rome on a Full Moon, was born from one such moment, a real night beneath a rare Blue Moon in Rome. But it became something more—a meditation on love, timing, and the version of ourselves that only emerges in certain lights.

I don’t write to explain. I write to remember. To feel. To witness.
My work lives between genres, between real stories and real emotions—sometimes misunderstood—especially the ones we don’t always know how to name, and the world doesn’t always know how to receive. Between people. Between what’s said and what isn’t. I believe the heart leaves traces—and writing is how I follow them.

You’ll often find me writing late at night, with jazz or loud music in the background and too many browser tabs open.
If I’m not creating, I’m likely wandering—through cities, through memories, through conversations that ask for more honesty than ease.

Whether it’s in prose, verse, or voice notes never sent, I’m always circling the same questions:
Who are we when no one’s watching?
What does it mean to be truly seen?
Can a single night change the direction of a life?
And can we really control what the heart wants—even when we don’t understand it?

I don’t claim to have answers.
But I do write down what I feel—before it disappears.