Not all unicorns wear glitter or gallop across fantasy fields. Some ride the bus to work with tired eyes and hopeful hearts. Some sit behind café counters or command boardrooms. Some are wheeling themselves toward a new beginning after years of stillness. Unicorns are not mythical. They are misunderstood.

We often think rarity must mean unreachable, but the truth is that unicorns walk among us. Sometimes, they are us.

Podcasting has become my passport into their world — a portal into stories of quiet strength and courageous transition. It’s not always about the headlines. Sometimes, it’s the deep breath before telling the truth. Sometimes, it’s the trembling smile after standing again.

Take Seyi, confined to a wheelchair for seven years, yet still dancing through life with rhythm and purpose. One day, he stood again — physically, spiritually. That’s a unicorn.

Then there’s Martin, single father of two grown children, who built ventures from the dust of rock bottom. They say it’s a good place to start — he proved it’s also a good place to rise. That’s a unicorn.

NG is a builder — of homes, of legacy. She navigated a midlife shift with fierce grace. It’s only a matter of time before Forbes catches up. That’s a unicorn.

Jax, Amaka J, Selene — steady hands guiding legal paths. Nicola, standing beside them, helping others re-find themselves. She reminds people they are not broken, just between chapters. That’s unicorn energy.

Olu, carrying Aneden Gives like a heartbeat.

Service, compassion, presence — no applause needed. Her legacy lives in every life touched.

Nkaepe, lawyer by training, fashion by fire. She walks into a room and elevates the frequency.

Bels and Ogee and Diseye, climbing the corporate ladder with grit and grace in rooms not built for them. They rise quietly — consistently. That’s unicorn precision.

Louise, Mary, Toonj and Wilson, running marathons in their 50s. Not chasing medals — but showing what endurance really means. Their stride says: “We’re not done yet.”

Osita and Mal, silver-crowned souls who prove that age and style are not opposites. They’re art.

Obi and Dee, soul-liberated travellers. They don’t just explore; they expand the atmosphere.

Some people don’t follow the map — they are the map.

And those who feed us, literally and spiritually —

Nky of Pitanga, serving nostalgia with every plate.

Enk of Twirling Spoon, where love and batter rise together.

Tiyan of Tarragon, turning hospitality into heritage.

They’re not just feeding bellies. They’re feeding legacy.

Then — the givers.

Fueksy, Mama Zzzs, YV and MM — quiet supporters, givers of grace and good advice. The kind of friends you don’t need to call twice because they already showed up. Just like the two Lucy’s.

And still, some unicorns sit in the shadows. The wind beneath the wings. They don’t want applause — but they deserve it. They text when your world goes quiet. They celebrate your light while hiding their own. Some of the unicorns I know would be furious to be named. And honestly? That in itself is heroism, a humility that makes their light even brighter. These are just a few unicorns I have had the privilege to know. But my network is vast. If I tried to name them all,

we would need a full A–Z series to begin.

I simply wrote from the heart, letting the theme guide the names that floated forward.

This isn’t about favouritism. It’s about inspiration.

Some of my unicorn friends are in transition — businesses changing shape, eras ending,

bodies and identities being quietly redefined. Others are walking through silence, trying to remember who they are — and why they still matter. So this piece is what it was always meant to be: an honouring.

Because while self-love is the foundation of being #Unshakable, the overarching love — for others, for life, for meaning — deserves to be written into the light. Here’s to embracing your inner unicorn. To daring to be rare. To loving yourself fiercely, and others fully. To being the unicorn someone else was praying to meet.

And if no one has told you lately…

I see you.

Now tell me — what makes you rare? Tell me about your inner unicorn.

‘See’ you next week.

 

Sally Chiwuzie
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IG Handle: @unshakable.is.a.state.of.mind