I told my inner circle I was, finally, heading to Cambodia.
My inner circle of Christian brothers. A group of men, who had taught me, above all, how to have male friendships.
Male friends which nurtured, healed and encouraged.
Chidi Achara, my dreadlocked fashion photographer Cambridge grad brother from the Bahamas – super creative, super smart – the man I always referred to as the coolest dude on the planet.
Chidi would spend his days patrolling Soho with his camera, adorned in green, camouflage army combats.
We met for lunch and to pray one day, and I remember him say:
Why am I still wearing combats? The war’s over.
He was referring to Iraq.
The coolest man on the planet.
He was always getting his pictures – or stories as he called them – in The Sunday Times Culture supplement or supercool fashion mags like Dazed and Confused.
We’d meet in Soho square. Chidi would pray for me.
His prayer was always about creativity, asking God to bless my acting career and my writing.
LORD, please bless Steve’s writing, that out of the mess, the dirt – may grow something beautiful to glorify your Kingdom.