No pressure. But since you asked… 😌

16GB RAM, 512GB or 1TB SSD. M1, M2 or M3. Space Grey or Silver. Start here if the Lord has laid me heavily on your heart.

My laptop has tried. Please let it rest.

Pick an African country I haven't experienced, buy the ticket and tell me to pack my bags. I promise to send pictures.

Just buy the ticket and tell me where I'm going.

Samsung or LG preferably. 27 inches because apparently even my monitor needs to respect the birthday theme.

I just want to see my problems on a bigger screen.

₦10,000 × 27 years. For those who believe multiplication is a love language.

If the Lord has placed me heavily on your heart, please don't resist.

₦270,000

₦1,000 × 27 years. Simple maths. Beautiful outcome.

Very straightforward. No long explanation needed.

₦27,000

₦100 × 27 years. Small, sacred, welcome at this table.

Nobody is too small to participate in this ministry.

₦2,700

Curate 27 books for me. Faith, business, biographies, psychology, marketing, technology, novels, anything brilliant. Basically, build me a small library.

Please, good books. Don't use me to clear your shelf.

Buy me your favourite novel and write inside why you love it and why you think I should read it. I want a little piece of your brain on my bookshelf.

Give me one book you'll actually disturb me to read.

My walls deserve better. Paintings, prints, African art, abstract pieces, beautiful frames. Help me give the house some personality.

My walls are currently going through a lot.

Make me something that literally belongs to nobody else. Portrait, engraving, illustration, clothing, journal, sculpture, anything. Creativity gets extra points.

Just make me something nobody else has.

Book it. Send me the details. I'll show up and allow strangers to remove 27 years of stress from my body.

This body has worked very hard this year.

Two or three nights somewhere beautiful. No conference. No work trip. No 'quick meeting while you're there.' I want to disappear responsibly.

Please send me somewhere nobody can ask me for a quick call.

Theatre, boat cruise, pottery, horse riding, go-karting, paint and sip or something I wouldn't normally book for myself. Expand my lore.

Just don't book anything that can kill me.

Pick somewhere beautiful, make the reservation and tell me what time to arrive. I'll bring appetite and conversation.

You pick the place. I'll come hungry.

Something with excellent sound and proper noise cancellation. For flights, deep work, music and occasionally pretending the rest of the world does not exist.

Sometimes I just don't want to hear anybody.

One piece, two pieces, five pieces, an entire outfit. Shirts, trousers, polos, jackets, native wear, sneakers. Help the birthday boy dress like his future tax bracket.

Help me dress like the money is already here.

Doesn't have to be the latest one. It just needs to work beautifully with my iPhone and occasionally remind me that I have, once again, not stood up for six hours.

Maybe if my watch tells me to stand up, I'll finally listen.

Don't ask me what I want. Smell something and think, 'This is dangerously Tomide.' Buy that one.

I want to enter the room before I enter the room.

Lamp, sculpture, plant, clock, organizer or a beautiful desk object. I spend too much time there for it not to look expensive.

I spend half my life there. It should at least look good.

Chef's knife, cast-iron pan, Dutch oven, air fryer, blender, cookware, beautiful chopping board. I love cooking, so come and enable the behaviour.

Anything that will encourage this cooking habit.

Book me a proper hands-on cooking class. Pasta, sushi, pastry, steak, African cuisine, anything interesting. Let me add another unnecessary culinary skill to my résumé.

As if I don't already have enough things I'm trying to learn.

Yes. Me. Flowers. A proper beautiful bouquet too. Men deserve to randomly stare at flowers on their table and smile.

Yes, I'm a man. Yes, send the flowers.

No corporate hamper please. Build it yourself. Snacks, chocolates, drinks, grooming stuff, little gifts, weird things that remind you of me. Chaos, but thoughtful chaos.

Just put plenty of things inside. I like opening things.

Instead of buying something for me, give 27 people access to something I built. Now that would make me smile.

This one will actually make me very happy.

Find someone who genuinely needs something and sort it out. Food, transport, books, school fees, data, business support, anything. Just tell them somebody turned 27 and apparently that became their business too.

Do something good for somebody and blame my birthday.

Actual pen. Actual paper. No ChatGPT, please. Tell me what you've watched me become, something I need to hear and what you're praying for me as I enter 27.

And please, I'll know if ChatGPT wrote it.

This one is completely yours. 27 flowers. 27 chocolates. 27 pictures. 27 Bible verses. 27 prayers. 27 memories. 27 tiny gifts. 27 voice notes. Surprise me. There is only one rule: make it 27.

Anything you like. Just count it properly.

This list is for fun, not a rulebook. If none of the 27 works for you, get me anything else you can afford and genuinely want to give me. Big, small, random, thoughtful, useful or completely unserious. If it came from you with love, I'll appreciate it.

This is a wishlist, not a church project. Give what you can.