In the mellow warmth of a New Jersey evening, the Dickson household on Timber Creek’s gentle stretch became a citadel of laughter, pride, and grateful tears. Family, friends, and neighbors flocked to fete two young stars; Quam and Adiat Olaogun-Dickson, whose diligence and discipline have now unlocked the next chapters of their becoming.

Dickson Family
These twin scions of the Dickson lineage have, with quiet grace and the humble fierceness of youth, graduated from Timber Creek Regional High School, a milestone not merely etched on parchment but written upon the hearts of all who know their story. Quam, a thoughtful mind drawn to blueprints and skylines, has secured a place at Temple University to study Architecture, while Adiat, whose dexterity on the pitch mirrors her sharp mind, will wade boldly into the realm of Business Management at Delaware University.
Adiat’s footwork graced the soccer fields for Timber Creek and FC Delco, weaving hope and victory into many a matchday. Quam, equally at home with the ball at his feet for FC Delco MLS Next, now dreams of drawing dreams into existence—crafting spaces that kiss the heavens.
Their father, Quamdeen Olaogun-Dickson, patriarch, guide, and first fan—and his radiant wife stood shoulder to shoulder beneath a string of fairy lights, welcoming all who came bearing gifts of love and goodwill. Beside them, grandparents beamed, their wrinkles mapping a lifetime of prayers answered.
Among the esteemed guests, Labode, the visionary behind Labod Hotels in Ibadan, whose entrepreneurial odyssey weaves Nigeria’s vibrance into American soil; Dimeji Bilewu, a businessman; Deola Awogbamila, healer of bodies and guardian of health; Francis Bassey, a man whose laughter stitches strangers into family and others. Together they joined the river of well-wishers flowing through the Dicksons’ welcoming doors.
The feast? An orchestra of aromas. Guests danced between a “serve yourself” buffet bursting with Nigerian jollof, fragrant stews, and Western delights for the less adventurous palate. Outside, a barbecue sizzled, taming the evening breeze with the scent of flame-kissed meat. Young hearts dribbled footballs on the green lawn, laughter tumbling from swings and slides where children’s games painted innocence in motion.
Inside, in corners soft with chatter and memory, elders blessed the twins with counsel: Be humble yet brave, gentle yet firm, unyielding in principle but supple in kindness. It was, by every measure, a festival of lineage and love, a testament to what families, held fast by faith and toil, can achieve when each generation stands taller than the last.
In truth, the Dicksons’ revelry echoes a wider, ongoing sonnet in New Jersey this season. Many a household, whether clothed in quiet pride or boisterous delight, celebrates young minds crossing thresholds into tomorrow’s promise. Families gather under canopies, praising God for sons and daughters who now carry the dreams of two homelands.
It is a thing of beauty to see Nigerian-American youths unshackling themselves from every hindrance, rising from algebra to architecture, from soccer fields to boardrooms-to-be. Each tassel turned, each diploma clasped, a whisper from ancestors: Well done, child. Dream again.
As the final sparkles of the night lifted skyward in the Dicksons’ backyard, guests embraced, full plates traded for full hearts. Quam and Adiat, bright-eyed, received blessings too vast for words. In their father’s voice, strong with gratitude: To all who stood by us, who rejoiced in our children’s victory—may your households overflow with laughter, health, and good fortune.
And so, beneath a sky more alive with stars than usual, the Dickson twins stepped into their next sunrise, shoulders squared, eyes alight, and the world, as Shakespeare once quilled, truly their stage.
Long may the Dicksons flourish. Long may every home that raises a graduate find reason to rejoice. For in every child launched into the vast unknown, there lies proof that hope, watered diligently, blossoms still.
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Jay
23/06/2025 at 8:12 AM
Well written epistle that gave those that were not present a vivid picture on what went down at the Dickson’s abode in New Jersey. Congratulations once again to the Twins 👯♀️ , May God continue to align the both of you to your destiny and purpose. Amen 🙏🏾 👩🏽🎓🎓👩🏽🎓