Friends have no need to tread softly on your heart
They’re the first to walk the route that others still will
They’re the ones to clear out the bush,ensure no weed in your life
So when others come, they say
Hey you’re so smooth
No I’m not smooth
Okay yes I’m smooth
But I was not smooth
I was full of thumps and grasses and weeds
Never easy to press down, these weeds
So friend don’t tread softly
Let me know, speak up when I sit incorrectly, tell me when I yawn badly, tell me when I’m disrespectful, remind me when I’ve forgotten my creator
You’re the first to tread
Please tread to beautify my heart
Debby Adebayo
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Hello guys. Happy new month to you. April feels like flowers to me. What does it feel like to you?
I’ve been on and about an upcoming program in my fellowship, power crusade. It happens yearly, this one though, promises to be uniquely spectacular, God himself has declared. So if you’re in Ibadan, you should definitely be a part.
On to today’s business, I know, I know, my first and only phoygraphy project post so far was on Feb 14 . check it here if you haven’t already. So guys let’s scrap the weekly, yes? I have to be true to myself and to you, weekly won’t work. I do promise to provide good pictures without being bound by a time frame. I want to live out my photography. And enjoy it
So this is a compilation of pictures I think will do good.
Learning to embrace the process. No one you see all flourishing now, started out like that. Embrace the in filling process.
Of knowing when to capture the commonest of things. But really, don’t you just love this picture? To think it’s the roof of a petrol station
I got another good shot
I’ll just write a legal maxim for this picture, ‘res Ipsa loquitur’ meaning the fact speaks for itself??
Look ahead of you, people.
So on this day, I had returned to my room tired. It was really late and I just wanted to eat. For the first time in a long time I simply buttered both faces of the bread and toasted it. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it so much. Normally, I always put so much inside my toast. Sometimes the simplest of things is the sweetest of things.
On that note, which number describes your toast best? Let us know in the comment section
For finding time to have a still photo. Even the moving vehicle appears still on the road.
Guys, there is so much beauty in our everyday experience. Share yours.
Love, pictures and a flowery month of April,
Debby
On the role-mentoring statement 'you'll be fine sha'
Or they say it’ll be well o. Personally I’m wary of overly eager and ready-to-warn people. Let me present it better, those People who have stepped in your shoes before.
Case senario: student A. B is now in 200l.student A. B is fully beginning in the faculty. Student A. B goes to study gently. Student C. D goes through a general exchange of can you lend me? …can I put on d fan?… Do you have a spare pen?… (choose a small talk) . Student C. D then feels familiar enough with and obliged to student A. B and goes ahead to prepare student A. B for the days ahead. In this scenario, Student C. D being a 300L student. You get the point. Now I get caring student C. D has good intentions. Student A. B, you should however note, is not the all in one example of the timid, anxious, fearful, overly excited student. Student A. B could be the give me this mountain and it will be leveled, I’ve got faith person. Student A. B might not even be considering the academic year. When student C. D comes eagerly to help, student A. B gets exhausted.
Just now a not so typical student A. B IN 200L made a statement in the reading room. She is not so typical because it turns out she is close friends with student C. D who in this case is in 500level. A. B said oh this course is not that boring and C. D re-emphasizes why the Course is boring. SHE JUST SAID IT’S NOT SO BORING. I think a student viewing a course as not so boring is a good thing. Yes? And truth be told contrary to popular belief, I don’t think the course is boring either, having taken the course myself. So see my student C. D, don’t be so awash in the excitement of the previous year that you stand in A. B’S way. This goes for my case scenario. However dear friends in the reading room, go on ahead with your friendship and course tales. I think it’s pretty cool the kind of relationship that exists between you two 😙
This is me feeling neutral about the matter tbh😁😁
And in need of a break from studying.
Love from DEBBY, Happy Easter
Debby Adebayo
Trigger Words
My friend,Tomiwa, asked me about my blog yesterday. At that moment, I was answering questions and feeling slightly relieved. relieved he cared. Right now, I’m feeling a mix of grateful and ready. ‘sometimes I just need someone to remember me when I’ve forgotten me.’
I’m really hoping I’d learn to share more because to love is to share. I’ve not been sharing this blog space with people I’m close to because I’m afraid I’ll feel vulnerable. Does it exactly work that way? I don’t have an answer yet. I however want to blog to the extent that if and
when I do feel vulnerable, just as I feel other things, the same blog space will be one of my joys, my push to write, my comfort.
I was reading this post focus on stories.ng. I found something interesting
“People have so many things to say. Some, you have to coax out of them, some they do not even know what they want to say until they hear the trigger words…”
So here i am, knowing certainly that the story has not been dried up on the inside of me. Here I am, knowing I need the ‘trigger words’ I am yet to recognize. So many aspects of life I’m ready to share about, so much perspective, I just need the trigger words.
So you reading this, do I know you? Next time you see me, ask me questions, my principle on certain things(disclaimer: I may be speechless). Ask about my blog. See how my friend Tomiwa triggered this post I would never have written.
You reading, maybe I do not know you, kindly tag me in a challenge, kindly interview me. Say something. Ask something. Comment. e-mail me. Give me my trigger words, I’m ready to blog.
“ so many things are left unsaid because we do not ask. so I will ask, I will seek and I will knock. This way I know I will receive, I will find and more doors will be open unto me”(culled from focus on stories.ng)
gleanings from the internet–TO SHARE IS TO CARE
Happy new month guys. Good to be back here. School has been progressing. Sometimes I’m a little depressed about the silly things, most times I am so grateful to God for his ever abiding prese…
Source: gleanings from the internet–TO SHARE IS TO CARE
gleanings from the internet–TO SHARE IS TO CARE
Happy new month guys. Good to be back here. School has been progressing. Sometimes I’m a little depressed about the silly things, most times I am so grateful to God for his ever abiding presence, for my friends, for my family, for happiness. God is my hope for tomorrow.
Currently I’m having this internal battle about when exactly I would loose the hair on my head.
About my photography project, I was always subtly aware it couldn’t be posted weekly. I’d try to make it as often as possible but definitely not weekly. Making it weekly will put on an extra anxiety for me, a schedule I will chasing smoke to catch up with. I’ll still term them as weekly posts. I also absolutely promise to feed you with good pictures, trying to avoid pictures of showers(if you missed my last photography project post, please click here)
I have a number of books in my head that I should’ve done reviews of. I have discovered that for me, the time lag between when I read a book and when I choose to start penning it down goes a long way to determine if I will ever review the book. Hence the reason many books have slipped under the door without a review.
I’ve been on Arundathi Roy’s ‘THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS’ for up to a month now. You must understand that life happens. Furthermore I’m reading the soft copy. Yes, you get, it’s never the same as the printed back.
Today I have chosen to give you a list of my ‘currently loving’. A few things I enjoyed checking out in the month of February.
First and foremost the month of February marked two important things for me. On the 11th it was my parents wedding anniversary. On the 23rd it was my mother’s birthday. That’s enough currently loving for me. However here goes my list:
This paris review-the art of fiction. I had many quotes to jot down from it. I even more love the interviewer’s disposition. I long for the time I too like Toni Morrison can afford the luxury of choosing what praise to accept. Lol. It’s a good read for writers, aspiring writers and curious readers, it’s however somewhat long.
I found poetolu on instagram
, I loved his poems. I checked out his website and voila I bookmarked this post. It just rubs of on me in the best of manners. I read it and went over it again. You should most absolutely check it out.
You should constantly check out Afoma’s blog. I follow and visit lots of blogs frequently however certain blogs remain home to me. Ihundasmusings.com is definitely one of them.
Timi Yeseibo has her way of bringing a lively twist to whatever she writes. Read flight to lagos here and just tell me if you don’t love the ending.
This post seemed like a really long tale of her day but I got so many good lessons along the way. Somehow I just couldn’t but quote out somewhere along the end
”I watched some jellyfish dance ,not really going anywhere, just exploring the same territory in slightly new ways over and over” sometimes we’re really not going anywhere new, doesn’t mean we should let the water be stale. Explore the same place in slightly new ways over and over again.
I can’t remember how I stumbled upon this but it’ really good. It’s also about writing. On coping with writers block or the lies we often tell ourselves along the way.
truly, in various wise, a lot of people return home different and have to cope with being different at home. good post this is.
I follow Ore Fakorede on twitter and this led me to an article he tweeted from medium
I hope you gleaned a lot from the people of the internet. I hope you grow in that wise. It was great sharing with you again.
I’d put up my photography project post soon. Do have lovely weekend and keep in touch.
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I am rich, help!
I met a young man Today
Crippled by comfort
Unsure of his own desires
Since everything good must come to him
Debby Adebayo
Lips sealed
And because I saw this post I had typed and left out to dry. Sometimes you really don’t need to disagree in words. For a trailer-load of reasons. If you care to know I could write a post on it. You just really don’t have to always voice out disagreement. With that, I leave you to read.
In those moments when their happiness breaks the silence and rings aloud
Do you feel wrong for ever despising them?
Do you ever feel satisfied for having indulged them and having kept silent
Silent in times when your whole being was yawning to correct, to dispute
Debby Adebayo
WEEK1-PHOTOGRAPHY PROJECT
Happy valentines day. Personally I feel if I go down the valentine line, I’ll be unoriginal to myself. I guess when it comes to tips, meaning, style and even how to spell valentine, you’re already swarmed from the left and right. However I can generously help with the spelling. V-A-L-E-N-T-I-N-E.
so moving on to the photographs of this past week.
On Sunday I went to my alma matter. My younger sister resides in the boarding house. My family went to greet her. I took this photo of one of the classrooms.
On Monday I went to my place of work for the last time. This holiday I was attached to a law chamber for a month. It was a rewarding period. I learnt. I learnt beyond law, I learnt a little of just what it might take to work in the corporate world. I learnt to assess people’s disposition to work and to justice.
On Tuesday I took normal pictures at home. I decided to play with one of them and turn it to something nice. I love the cool aura the picture gives off
On Wednesday I was stepping out the front door at home and I thought to capture some of the flowerpot on the verandah. Hopefully when I’m at school I will be more outdoorsy.
Thursday was my parent’ wedding anniversary. We had dinner and I ordered poundo yam with Egusi and fish. It’s my elder sister’s Chinese rice that’s caught at the edge of the picture.
Qon Friday I took a picture of one wall frame in my house. For the love of art.
Friday came and I was stranded so I did the lazy thing. I won’t feed you with pictures of shower later on. 🙈. I pinky promise.
I think it’s been a journey. I hope you enjoyed sharing some of what I fed my eyes on during the week.
Whatever suggestions and comments you might have kindly type it below. I will get better at this. Do you find yourself sweeping through each day of your life without saving memories? They don’t have to be flawless because even our memory isn’t flawless. I’d love to hear from you. Do Comment.
Pictures and love,
DEBBY
Debby Adebayo
The one who had everything
I have viewed her as someone whom the story has been sucked out of by time and desperation .
I imagine her youthful state, full of beauty and wit. An interesting personality, not in the known of the future but living in the present.
A library of novels, borrowed and bought. Flunked by a little wealth, giving way to snobbery. Not pride. Pride has to be deep-seated.
Waiting deepened those qualities only more from lovable and enviable to a quarter of lovable.
As the other people grew they each learned to love the extreme flatness of their nose and the flabiness of their lips, their slow rate of understanding . They learned to live and expand in love. Not caring much for the one who had everything.
The one who had everything waited for the one true thing she really wanted while all others with their windows wound up sped up clouds of smoke to leave her coughing by the wheels.
Debby Adebayo