How I Was Declared De@d While Still Breathing – The Shocking Truth About What Happened to Olu Jacobs.

I never imagined that one day, I’d wake up to find the entire world mourning me—while I was still alive.

It started like a whisper. A few messages, some tweets, and then the storm came. Suddenly, I was trending. But not for a new film. Not for an award. For something far more terrifying my supposed de@th. It was June 2024, and across Nigeria, people began posting “RIP Olu Jacobs.” Photos. Condolences. Tributes. All for a man who was still breathing.

I sat in my chair, confused, watching my name float across screens as if I had already crossed over. My wife, Joke Silva my rock, my everything was the one who had to clean up the mess. Again. This wasn’t the first time. In 2020, they said I was gone. In 2021, again. In 2022. Every year, they bury me with their words before my time. And every year, my family has to pull me back into the land of the living, not because I’m physically dying, but because people refuse to stop spreading these lies.

The pain it causes my loved ones is indescribable. My children seeing strangers online confirm my death. My wife forced to make public statements to beg the world to stop k*lling her husband. And me sitting in the silence of my own mind, battling dementia, trying to hold on to reality, while the internet insists I no longer exist.

You see, I’ve been living with a condition called dementia with Lewy bodies. It takes pieces of me, slowly. My memory. My movement. My words. Some days I am sharp, present. Other days, I drift. But even in that drifting, I know who I am. I am Olu Jacobs. I am still here.

And yet, the internet seems determined to erase me before time does.

What shocks me most isn’t just the lies but how quickly people accept them. There are no questions asked. Just posts, reposts, and pity comments. I watch a nation mourn me prematurely, and I wonder have we lost our sense of truth? Have we become so addicted to breaking news that we no longer care if it’s real?

There is no scandal in my life. No disgrace. Just a slow fight with time, and a beautiful woman by my side holding my hand through it. I have given decades to the Nigerian film industry.

I have told stories with my voice, my body, my heart. I’ve stood on international stages and helped shape Nollywood before it had a name. All I ask now, in my final chapters, is peace. Dignity. And the right to live until I truly don’t.

To everyone reading this verify before you share. Think before you post. And if you must speak my name, let it be with love, not lies. Let me live while I’m still breathing.

If this story touched you, share it. Let it be a reminder that our legends are human beings, not just headlines. And please, leave a comment below. I want to know you’re listening. I want to know we still care.