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Celebrations; Guitar, Cakes and some love

This is one of those posts where I just let you catch up while I catch fun. I simply want to celebrate myself because celebrations are an amazing landmark of God’s faithfulness.

My thoughts Yesterday: I just want to fling off my wig but I do not have decent plaits under. Ugh. I’ve been out since 12:40pm. The time is 5pm. I’ve got something to show for my outing but I am tired. I dislike stress, anyone that knows me intimately should know that.

Let’s do the things we need to do with less stress yet achieving the same efficiency. No sufferhead mentality is needed. My back up for this logic is a scriptural passage – “This is all that I have learnt: God made us plain and simple, but we have made ourselves very complicated“. Ecclesiastes 7:29.

Quote this to stress anytime, anyday, anywhere. No need to thank me, what are friends for?

Due to my simplicity mindset, I would’ve ordered for the goods I stressed myself over online but I didn’t get the specifications I wanted online + shipping time was longer than I cared for.

For the stress I went through, drum roll please. Tadaaaa

Her name is Ayuda. We’re both hoping her name sticks.
Baby Ayuda and I
Ayuda and I enjoying our photoshoot session

P.S: remember I told you guys I’m in love. In the midst of all my purchase stress, I was busy thinking about mister Lover. Thinking about how two of us would’ve been the ones buying Ayuda together if we lived in the same city. Everything you do with your loved ones is just more lovely. ‘In-love’ people in the house, attest to this, will you?

Other than baby Ayuda that got me stressed out, I’ve had another baby stressing me recently and that baby is as seen below. Drum roll again:

My delicious and moist marble cakes! Beep beep (baker alert).
My red velvet. Bold-faced plug: Hit me up to order for cakes of integrity. Holy Spirit cakes😀
Chocolate lovers, I got you.
Vanilla la la
And in closing the cakes, Baby Ayuda makes another appearance, although I’m getting tired.

Today was meant to be for Carrot cakes but a lady is tired. I’ll show you pictures of my cakes after I get them iced. Somebody is proud.

Are you guys aware of this gratitude journal post I wrote some time last year? I got many positive feedbacks from people who started gratitude journalling. I’m however not certain they have sustained it. It’s a good culture to keep up. Read it if you haven’t.

My gratitude entry today is in appreciation of my friend, Gbems, who composed this spontaneous song that I do love and I wish to use as a crown to my celebration post:

Debby with the smile. Debby dance for Jesus

I’m grateful for my selfless friend who I get to twin with at this period. Did you spot her own guitar too?

Guys, celebrate. Have some gratitude entries. Share them!

Love and light,

Debby.

Dear Mentee || The Iceberg Principle

I have this segment where I write what’s desperately on my heart. Obviously, that’s what the entire blog is for, but this is different. On the blog, I’m addressing myself, addressing my future children and grandchildren, addressing you and your uncles and neighbours. This segment though is addressing my mentees or proteges, if you’ll like. The things that I desperately want to pass on to the younger ones (not only age wise) that’s what I’ll write here. They are some of the life tips I’ll tell my younger ones who come to sit beside me at night and say “advise me. Tutor me”. Its a broad range of advice.

Never let a person come to your tree seeking shade but get scorched.

Never let a hungry person come for fruits and return hungry.

You should have more stuff within than it appears without. You shouldn’t appear to have more quality on the outside than you really have within.

But this, is the bloated mentality of the world today – particularly with the reign of social media e.g Instagram. Appearance. Appearance has won over reality.

By all means let people see the light within you, the beauty and glory. But do not be all for show. Why appear inviting but when people come close, they return hungry or scorched?

What’s the iceberg principle? An iceberg is a large piece of freshwater ice that has broken off a glacier or an ice shelf and is floating freely in open water. Usually of an height greater than 16 feet above sea level and the thickness must be 98-164 feet and the ice must cover an area of at least 5,382 square feet.

With an iceberg, what’s going on outside (above water surface) is such a small percentage of what’s going on underneath. You have to dive down.

In your life, let there be depth.

This is not a call to dim your light or shrink. Rather, it is one to tell you to that the light that shines farthest, is the light that shines brightest at home – C. T Studd.

Don’t just lead amazing prayer meetings when you gather round at church or campus fellowship. Lead a personal life of prayer. Don’t just have smooth Bible study language when you’re called upon to teach. Have a bible-directed life.

Don’t just wear makeup and glam up when you’re outside, keep your bed and belongings made-up. Don’t be more intellectually vibrant to the public eye than you really are. Strive for depth.

Let people come in and see the beauty of simplicity. See the brilliance of Jesus Christ who though he was King of all, came in an animal stable. And on the flip side, who though was birthed in an animal stable had enough stuff to keep the doctors and doctoral candidates in awe of his wisdom, and enough authority and truth to bring rulers to their knees.

They say the greatest investment you could ever have is personal investment in yourself.
“Once more a remnant of the kingdom of Judah will take root below and bear fruit above” 2 King’s 19:30. Roots make the fruits.

That’s the secret today. Be more inside than you are outside. Be authentic. Be solid within. Internalize first before you express.

There’s a Yoruba adage that teaches you to keep good principles in your left hand so you don’t drop it when you use your right hand to eat. Hold the Iceberg principle on your left hand!

And with that, it’s a wrap for today. I hope you’re well. Feel free to check in through the comments section. And don’t forget to share this with your friends.

With plenty of love,

Debby.

Secrets of a wise man

Hola damas y caballeros (Hello ladies and gentlemen),

They say the average attention span of humans today is eight seconds. If in eight seconds, you’re not hooked, well that’s about it. I hope you stay hooked on this till the end. It’s quite a revelation you don’t want to miss.


I began a study on the book of Esther with a friend. There’s a thread I found with King Ahasuerus while reading. There are ten chapters in this book. And every single decisive step he took in these ten chapters were as a result of the counsel of those around him. Not one was a full self-conviction.

Let’s look at them systematically:

1.

4.
See also chapter 6: 1,4,6,10

On that night, the king could not sleep… And the king said “Who is in the court?” Now Haman was in the court of the King’s house… So the king said to him, “What shall be done unto the man that the king delighteth to honour?”And Haman answered the king “For the man whom the king delighteth to honour, let the royal apparel be brought which the king useth to wear, and the horse the king rideth upon, and the crown Royal which is set it upon his head…And the King said, “Make haste even as thou hast said and do even so…”

Commentary: I suspect the king would’ve asked anybody he was told was waiting in the court. Could’ve been a wise or unwise guy who had access.

5.

Commentary: Whoever told Harbonah that it was the King’s intention to hang Haman?

4.
3:8,10 And Haman said unto king Ahasuerus There is a certain people scattered abroad dispersed among the people in the provinces of thy kingdom; and their laws are diverse from all people; neither keep they the King’s law therefore it is not for the King’s profit to suffer them…And the king took his ring from his hand, and gave it unto Haman, the Jew’s enemy.

Effect of Haman being around the king -mourning.
Esther 3: 15 And the decree was given in Shushan the palace. And the king and Haman sat down to drink, but the city Shusan was perplexed.
Esther 4:3 And in every province, whitsoever the king’s commandments and his decree came, there was great mourning among the Jews, and fasting, and weeping, and wailing, and many lay in sack clothes and ashes.

Vs/Cf/Compared with:
Esther 8:5 So Esther arose and said… If it please the king, and I have found favour in his sight, and the thing seem right before the king, and I be pleasing in his eyes, let it be written to reverse the letters devised by Haman the son of Hammedatha the Agagite.

Effect of Esther being around King: Rejoicing.

8:17 And in every province, and in every city, wheresoever the king’s commandments and his decree came, the Jews had joy and gladness, a feast and a good day.

This much power is what your company wields around you. The assignment you’re given by God to accomplish will suffer or prosper by the doing of those around you.

You are not macho Man (x3). You are super succeptible to the advices of those around you. Watch out (in my secondary school principal’s voice).

What’s your greatest lesson here? Share your thoughts.Yours lovingly,
Debby

Blogging ^^ Readership

I just concluded a one-man interview with myself with the beam light on my blogging journey. 2013 till date. Precisely, 2013 and not 2014 – despite what’s on my About Me page.
It was quite an interview. We patiently traced the process of my discovering the blogosphere, my reading of blogs, my connection with other humans who blogged, my blogging, and why I still blog.


In all barefaced honesty, blogging is one of what I enjoy best. I would take breaks away from the discomfort I get out of social media-infiltrated blogging experience, or that from the gist-only readers experience. But when I return from the breaks, I still blog. What I need is to blog.

What do you need?

I made reference to the gist-only loving people. But people love gists! Some of most viewed posts are gist related. Debby is in love made the waves. Oh well.
I don’t blog for the views. I don’t blog for the traffic. Some people ask me about it. Its out of their good intentions so I answer them well enough.

But that’s not why I blog. That is not my goal. I would love if my messages reach a wider audience but the word ‘audience’ will first have to be defined. I would love if my words reach people who care enough to do better, an audience of people who are patient enough to learn, and of people who savour words.


One of the things I’ve loved most in blogging is the reach of countries my blog posts get to. I also love genuine feedbacks in form of comments on the blog (valued for all ages) and personal messages from those who can get in touch with me.

Every venture has its low moments, it vulnerable moments, exasperating moments and I’ve mentioned two of those triggering factors for me.

Its therefore in those moments when I get reminders of how people are helped by certain posts and enjoy certain posts that I jump-start my blogging engine.

I want to know – which has been your favourite post (or type of post) on the blog since you started reading? Even if you’re a gist-only-lover. What do you come expecting, if anything? What posts do you personally intend to see more of? What recommendations do you have for me? You can send this by entering it here, or in the comments below.

I hope you’re coping well. I’m about to start a series on my NYSC experience (or non-experience). Stay upbeat, guys.

Finally, I have three postscripts.


P.S 1:

These days, it takes a thick skin to maintain Christian practices which have their core grounded biblically. Society has made a living out of badly criticizing strict Christian principles. I think we need these encouragements from each other so we do not faint in our resolve. “Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of suffering” 1 Peter 5:9. Take a look at this passage to be sure Jesus promised we’ll go through this:

Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also.

John 15:20

P.S 2:

I think a number of people are fretting less about Corona Virus. But some still are. There are genuine reasons for concern and they differ from person to person. One thing to note though, is that all scripture passages telling us to be an example to others, or to not fear are passages that contain no caveat. Corona Virus is not a caveat to the passages. The trials biblical heroes of faith faced were not a caveat. If therefore your food supplies are out, do not worry. If your sibling has contracted the virus, do not worry. Whatever causes your heart to worry, keep buried in the word and prayers. Be a billboard of encouragement and not worry. Corona virus is too small to make me fret. Glory to God!

P.S 3: On a lighter note, have you all seen the movie ‘Five Feet Apart’? I teared up a little. Bwahhhh.

Don’t forget to get back to me on the questions I asked above. Truly, its a pleasure to write to you.

As always,

Much love.

BOOK REVIEW; Little Fires Everywhere

Title: Little Fires Everywhere

Author: Celeste Ng

Publisher: Penguin Press (2017)

Pages: 237 (my copy)

Celeste Ng compels readers to trace blurred lines of morality.
To trace the dynamics of good intentions and bad choices.
To analyze harrowing motherhood. That’s what Celeste Ng does.

Little Fires Everywhere reveals the clarity and disruption Mia and Pearl Warren bring with them in a fifteen year old VW Rabbit car to Shakers Height, Ohio in 1996/1997.

“She looked at him fiercely, almost a glare. Moody saw that her eyes which he thought were hazel, were a deep jade green. And that moment, Moody had a sudden clear understanding of what had already happened that morning: his life has been divided into a before and an after, and he would always be comparing the two.”

Pearl Warren will do that to all four of the Warren children in her quiet and brilliant way. All will find their lives in intertwined threads that never get untangled.


Without glaringly being a Young Adults fiction, Little Fires Everywhere builds up primarily around the lives of five teenagers, and that of their parents. It has a subplot of a court case with the end point of gaining custody of baby May Ling/Mirabelle.

This will be the opening to the questions:
Who is a mother? What makes a woman a mother? Biology? Or love?


Little fires everywhere will answer questions such as:
Will a two year old child betray a loving mother for a biological mother?
Will a teenager betray the well organized and suburban mother for the enigmatic and unpredictable mother? Or will it be vice versa?

Will a woman decide she is a mother against the contracts she had signed otherwise?

Will another woman decide she isn’t a mother based on the time the child arrives?


What I liked

The theme of motherhood is explored magnanimously.

What I didn’t like

The book has a slow pace.

 

Written in third person point of view, a reader is exposed to why each character does the things they do.

The book also explores the privilege of wealth and opportunities.

They dazzled her, this Richardsons: with their easy confidence, their clear sense of purpose no matter what time of the day


You should consider taking portraits professionally” Mrs Richardson suggested. She paused, “Not that you aren’t a photographer professionally of course. But in a studio maybe, Or for weddings and engagements. You’d be highly sought after“. She waved her hands at the photographs on the wall as if they could articulate what she meant. “In fact, perhaps you could take portraits of our family. We’d pay of course”
Perhaps“, Mia said ” But the thing about portraits is that you need to show people the way they want to be seen. I prefer to show people as I see them. So in the end, I’d probably just frustrate us both” She smiled placidly, and Mrs Richardson fumbled for a response.

 

“Everyday it appeared, Pearl absorbed something new from the Richardson family, a turn of phrase (I was literally dying), a gesture (a flick of the hair, a roll of the eye). She was a teen, Mia told herself over and over; she was trying on new skin as all teenagers did but privately she stayed wary of every change she saw”

 

They have secrets. They have diverse personality traits. And we, have one haunting yet relieving story.

The writing style is simple and in fact very straight forward for a novice reader. The characters are credible.

Immediately after reading it, I rated it 4/5 stars. On reflecting, maybe 3.75/5 stars or the average of both.

There’s an adaptation of the book into a television miniseries which I saw on DSTV. With the licence movie producers have, the series is a berth away from the novel. Both do good though, so you could as well watch it.

I particularly think Young Adult fiction readers, mothers and intending mothers will find this book enjoyable.

Have you read this one? Do you think you are interested? Let me know below.

*I did not complete War Story as promised in my last post. I’ll get there.

Love and light,

Debby.

Life and Living in 2020 (2)

I have (2) written above because I take it that this post serves as life and living post (1) even without bearing that title.

I do not have my laptop with me. I blame that on my reluctance to blog. But that isn’t the only thing. If I’m being more accurate, it draws back to why I was discreet about my blog after I began blogging in 2014. I wanted to share freely yet I wanted freedom from the thought of having prying and doubtful eyes of people I’ve met in person speculating over every detail of my life. Maybe I’ve completely lost that now. Maybe.

Two weeks ago, I published a blog post on the topic “Debby is in Love“. Why did I do that? I needed to give that message some air – launch it from its bottled up space in my body system and out into the world. To achieve that, subtility would not do. So there, it found some expression.

I’m not ready to write introductory posts about Mr.Lover but I am ready to share snippets from my relationship experiences and learning every now and then. I would therefore make reference to Mister every once in a while when I need to. I hope this explanation has shed more light on that sudden blog post. If it hasn’t done so yet, you’ll just have to exercise plenty patience. But we will get to that introductory post later.

Feelings are fickle…

Every time I commence writing a life update post about a week prior to the intended date for publication, I end up not publishing the post. By the time publication date draws close, I’m thinking differently, I’m feeling differently and I cannot in good conscience publish otherwise.

Sue me but I’d let this be my first elucidation in reference to my Mister and misterial affairs (relationships). You shouldn’t get into a romantic relationship based on feelings only. It’s a recipe for disaster. You need convictions anchored on the word of God to you. Feelings are fickle.

Let’s move into some of those probably fickle but certainly recent thoughts and experiences:

Thinking: No matter how deep this post gets, I should start off by showing you my hair. My natural hair when it was newly made and not as it is now having experienced rocky night rests on the pillow.

Flat twist and loose twists.

Feeling: Somewhat dissatisfied with my blog. I have this personal desire to revamp it and give it more edge. Like I wrote above, feelings are fickle.

Discovering: more areas I personally need to improve upon.

Savouring: My love for flowers, fresh air and strolling. My friend, Sisi Gbems and I decided to pick up exercising. Rather than jog, I prefer to walk and just enjoy the fresh breeze. I did that a bit in university and I always plucked flowers as I walked by. I’d just throw this in because I can: On his last trip to see me, Mister bought me lovely flowers. Sorry, but no sorry.

My latest attempt at plucking what looked like a flower before the lockdown began. The picture symbolizes freshness to me. Freshness in a new city, freshness in a new experience altogether.

Reading: War Story by Steven Elliot, for a very long time for slightly over a month ago. The book is only 300 pages long but I think the storyline has lost its appeal to me. I promise to complete the book by my next blog post and notify you. So help me, God.

I have within the past month read and completed Martin Luther had a wife written by William J Peterson, Sanctified and Consecrated for ministry life by Zacharias Tanee Fomum, Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, while reading some chapters of other books. It’s quite interesting when I see certain readers complain of how the lockdown has ruined their reading habit. Ironic but relatable. More time = Less reading.

I have a review coming up of Little Fires Everywhere. The book’s major theme is one that always gets to me. Without shame, I say watch out for the review! shame, shame, shame.

Interested in: sharing on emotional manipulation. Manipulations: There’s much to be said on emotional manipulation but we must all ensure at the very least that we’re not the manipulators. You do not control anyone. You may have control over certain aspects of people’s lives but that is as far as it gets, you don’t have control over another human.

To discover whether you’re being emotionally manipulative, consider the way you speak to someone subject to you. Consider the atmosphere you create within which they have to live or work. An atmosphere that does nothing but control them to your own suiting is manipulation (regardless of how noble your intentions are). God infinite and almighty does not manipulate you. Brother, sister, do not manipulate another person.

Eating: Food. Obviously.

Ohhhhh I prepared fried rice for Easter. Lol. Six of us ate the food and the food left in the pot remained half of the original quantity. In other words, I think I prepared fried rice for twelve. I didn’t prepare it alone, it was concerted effort but if it had gone awry, I think I would’ve been to blame. It didn’t go awry, delicious actually (so delicious I forgot to take a picture of it) so then, I get some fried rice praise.

Being a lifestyle blogger involves taking pictures of everything you do. I don’t really do that for the blog. Its a good thing then that I like taking some pictures for memories sake and in the process they aid the blog.

Watching: More movies than usual. I’m amused. Mister encouraged me to watch The Chosen; it’s a series on Jesus Christ. I started just yesterday and it’s been engaging.

I’m also watching many sermons on YouTube.

I watched this video my mum sent me, a lovely evangelistic video on the platform of corona virus. It suits me to spread this kind of news on the corona virus.

Man infected with Covid-19 was dying then God sent a hospital cleaner.

What have you been listening to this period? What have you been watching? Its so beautiful that there’s plenty of time to break God’s word together now. I’ve been drawn to and I love some of the teachings by Pastor Sola Osunmakinde of Household of David church on YouTube recently.

Do you know that the believers meeting in the first century was a daily meeting – the constancy of it is a biblical pattern, a huge recipe for Christian growth. Key in to teachings and fellowship. Many other christian platforms have daily bible study plans. No excuses.

Its been said that if at this period, you do not do the things you always wanted to do, lack of time isn’t your problem, indiscipline is. No pressures, do it gradually. Add something of benefit daily. Pray for thirty minutes. Listen to one sermon daily. Share with one friend in a week. Grow and enjoy.

Tell me, how have you been?

With much love and dedication,

Debby

Debby is in Love

This has one simple message.

The message is that I’m in love. With a man. Man, as in male specie. No, its not my father either.

I.AM.IN.LOVE

This is one experience that beats my writing techniques. How to write a story around my relationship has been eluding me so I’m here to simply type it out.

Debby Adebayo of DebbyHub is in love with a man. Debby Adebayo of Debbyhub is in a romantic relationship.

In conclusion,

1. Ask no questions.

2. God bless you all and happy new month.

As always,

Love and light,

Debby.

Our response to Corona Virus and Ebola

I read The Circle by Ted Dekker last year and did in fact review it on this blog this year. In book 1, Black, a virus is released upon the world – The raison Strain. Unlike Corona virus, its completely airborne and within the shortest possible time, everyone has caught it.
In Black, when a certain charming reporter first catches wind of the fast-spreading virus through the mouth of his scientist girlfriend, he jokes, “how bad is it? The Ebola?” To which he is told, “Even worse“.

 

Ebola.

But first,

Corona Virus.

Before Corona Virus hit Nigeria, I had began studying the book of Job. Reading through each verse of Job’s calamity and pondering.

Hold that thought still, and let’s discuss bedbugs as the prelude to this.

Bedbugs.

 

Some weeks ago, I obeyed the clarion call to serve my nation in the compulsory one year youth service, and I was thrust in the southern part of Nigeria – Rivers state.

 

In the capital city, my first night at my lodge was a living hell. I got awful reactions from bed bug bites; my body was swelling all over and itchy. I was most uncomfortable and the room was very hot. In the initial misguided notion that it was mosquito bites, I had slept (well, the closest I could come to sleeping) under a small mosquito net drawn over the slim mattress placed on the floor. It was the worst night I’d ever had. I couldn’t turn on my side without bodily discomfort. In accidentally touching the mosquito net in that heat, the itch would burn even worse. By the time we discovered they weren’t mosquito bites but bedbugs bites, my reaction was very far gone.

 

It all got settled finally. I was treated that night. Lacking the right drug and cream in the clinic, I was alternatively helped with drips and injections until the swellings were down the following morning.

 

Now, I write all of this to tell you when I read Job chapter 7 vs 4-6, I could picture it mentally. I could relate. The night of the bed bug infestation, I couldn’t sleep. One minute was like an hour. Four hours like twenty tortuous hours.

 

Here, Job speaks of his turmoils, worst being that his own days are spent without hope. I had hope. Follow Job:

 

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro until the dawning of the day. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become loathsome. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and are spent without hope”.

 

I had nothing close to what Job went through. My flesh wasn’t coated with worms and clods of dust.

How did Job in the midst of what he went through (not for one night, but) for weeks on end, not curse God?

Or
How did Nigeria’s Igonoh hear the heart breaking words “Your blood tested positive for Ebola” and not curse God?
Dr Ada Igonoh was twenty eight; young, brilliant, beautiful, bright and full of ambition. How could she go into isolation and there watch people with the same condition she had, writhe in pain and bleed through their eyes, noses and mouths till they die.

These were people occupying the beds to her left and right, other health professionals like herself who got infected when striving to do their jobs. How?
Igonoh would come out to testify that her faith kept her through. Her faith. This is the subject matter.

 

So with Covid-19 pandemic ongoing, what if, my friend, the news wasn’t that anyone was recovering, what if the news wasn’t that there could be an escape from death? What if the situation is that you caught it?
What then? Do you curse God?

 

Selah.

 

Will you, when God appears to be silent about your matter, refuse to be silent to him?
Will you say like Job:

 

I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause. Job 5:8.

 

For it is a good thing that the heart be established with grace

Hebrews 13:9

 

Christian, at what point do you really curse God?
You can read Dr Ada Igonoh’s Story online and when you do, read carefully of how her exposure came from working professionally as a doctor. Experience through reading, the deserted ward she was placed in, read of her young husband and ask yourself at what point you would blame God.

 

We are a generation of them that seek Him even when his face appears to be (hidden).

 

Whether we have a reaction to bedbugs, or a physical ailment, or corona virus disease, or Ebola or the Raison Strain, we are convinced that no physical ailment can separate us from the Love of Christ.

 

Psalm 27:13,14:

 

” I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the lord in the land of the living

Wait on the lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the lord.

 

Job 19: 25-27

For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:

26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.

And that, friend, is a Christian’s response.

Have you read Dr Igonoh’s story? What’s your comment? Don’t forget to share this post with your friends.

 

As always,

your friend,

Debby.

Interview with Iyanu Komolafe; Of an Àmàlà escapade, uncommon career ambition and some confidence.

One otherwise regular day in my final year in university, I’m hungry for a good cooked meal – local cuisine (swallow) to be precise. But I’m tired of putting in any efforts. I’m absolutely disinterested in going to the market.

I have about one month left to graduate but I can’t shake off this desire to have a bowl of soup delivered to me. More accurately – I want rich ogbona and okro soup with chicken. I can’t shake it off. Yet I’m irritated at the thought of going to the market. I want to be pampered.
My friend, Courage, puts up an advert poster of a cook on his WhatsApp status. I save the number and chat up the person, having no clue it was someone in my campus fellowship who knew me.

Lady tells me a certain price for the soup and I think ahnahn! I’m instantly thinking, “babe, I know the price of okro o”.
I tell her “its above my budget right now and I would find my way to the market”. What’s good? she says it’s okay, with grace.


Then she offers to help me cook when next she goes to the market (If I recall properly, cook for free though I pay for the food stuff). I’m blown at that.

It’s that kindness, that virtue that draws me to Iyanu at first. I never did get to taste her soup but hopefully soon enough when she becomes Nigeria’s No 1 irresistible chef. Because I tell you that no one resists grace, and Iyanu of Iyzzy’s kitchen treated me with grace.

Oh, and with the price, apparently, it was lack of good communication. she was calculating the price of the bowl of soup with assorted meat already. I was being very Ijebu-like*, with the tactic of pricing the soup first (armed with knowledge of the price of okro , forgetting ogbona) before knowing if I’ll proceed to tell her what type of meat!

I have Iyanu of Iyzzy’s Kitchen here today to give us some fine gist on her personality, ambition and passion.

Welcome, Iyanu.


First off, Iyanu gives us six facts about herself. I figured some familiarity with the guest is crucial.

I’m IyanuOluwa Ruth Komolafe aka Bosslady Cookist!

  • I love to cook, I’ll never give up on cooking, no matter what happens, but I’ll keep trying.
  • I’m into students politics; at the moment, I’m an Honourable member of the University of Ibadan, Students’ Union 8th assembly.
  • I love Jesus.
  • Purple is my favourite colour
  • I can make the world’s most amazing sweet potato porridge.
  • I hope to, I’m going to Le Cordon Bleu, Paris, France by Abba’s grace.

DB: I have a major preoccupation with your age. How old are you?

I’m 18, my birthday is November 11, a really special date.

DB: You’re 18 and you have everyone calling you boss, boss lady. Did you pick up this name yourself? I know you write it often in connection with yourself.

Bosslady is short for ‘Bosslady Cookist’. Most people leave out the Cookist part. My friends started calling me Bosslady and I allowed the name stick while adding Cookist to it. Perhaps you shouldn’t bother checking the dictionary for the word Cookist, I coined it myself.

DB: So you’re one confident 18 year old. This confidence has some relation to your career ambition, am I right?

Yes, I’m confident, I know what I want and I go for it with all my energy.

DB: Now, I’m curious about you because I’ve seen you write down that you want to be a law librarian. That’s not conventional at all.
What inspired this? What are the prospects of this your dream changing in the future?

Why a Law Librarian? I have heard this question more times than I can count.

I really fancy libraries. I was the Library Prefect in my secondary school before applying to study law at University of Ibadan. There, I was admitted to study Library, Archival and Information Studies. I spent a year in that department before crossing over to Law to continue my university degree. I can say that I’m convinced beyond doubts that being a Law Librarian is just it for me; yunno in touch with the law and the library.

If at all, this stance will change, that’d only be because I need all the time I can garner for cooking.

DB: Cooking. Did you attend any culinary schools? What exactly about cooking draws you in?

I didn’t attend any cooking school although I made attempts during a union strike. The strike was called off before I could start.
I’m proud to say that my wealth of experience is from exploring with food.

I have read a whole lot of articles on food and cooking, I watch videos and I ask questions too.
I write on food and cooking on my WhatsApp status. I’ll be launching my blog soon to cover a wider range of audience and for posterity’s sake too.

“…what exactly about cooking draws you in?…
I grew up with nannies from different tribes and they each cooked their traditional dishes. I tasted and loved them. I remember the first time I wanted to fry plantain, I peeled the back off and then rinsed it thoroughly. I wonder what was going through my mind.

Ozoz Sokoh of Kitchenbutterfly.com is a major inspiration for me. I love how beautifully well she talks about Nigerian cuisine. Reaching out to her, she encouraged me to let people see what  I love doing with food and I’m very glad I’m in touch with her.

In addition, the feedbacks I get from people who try my recipe, a cooking tip, or kitchen hack I told them about or the people who call me when they are stuck while cooking; these things always gives me joy.
I cook when I’m tired, sad, happy, energetic – any mood at all.
I strongly believe that There is more to food than eating. Food is a means of survival; physical and economical.

DB: Tell us one of your craziest experience about cooking or a client you’ve had.

I have had quite a number of crazy cooking experiences but the memory I’m most fond of is when I was nine (9) years old, we had a Ghanaian house help at home. She was cooking amala on this fateful day, I entered the kitchen and met her at it, I told her:

This not how to make amala, my mommy doesn’t make it like this“.

She left the pot for nine year old me to prepare it. I eagerly sat down to turn a pot of amala for seven people. The first stir was with the amala sitting in the pot, the second, landed the hot amala on my leg! I screamed out, the amala burnt my leg for what seemed like forever. She ran to my aid, cleaned the amala away from leg and put cold pap ( DB: pap is reputed to be the fastest first aid relief for kitchen burns) on it but the deed had been done. I have a scar on my leg that concludes this story.

DB: Give us a simple recipe/ cooking hack

I made it into a picture to ease up space and make it readily downloadable.

Thank you, Iyanu.


So Iyanu has this easy confidence around her, and I found the bulk of campus fellowship brethren when I was in University calling the young lady, ‘boss lady’. That’s some chill 18 year old vibes.

To also have found her precision with her career ambition and in an unpopular path among law students had me further interested. All this, of course, was only made possible by her kind personality in the encounter I led up this post with.

Apart from other lessons, if there are any morals to this, I believe you have a great story yourself, but sometimes your channel to so express it is hidden in your everyday gesture towards people.

Perhaps if you’ll offer to cook a meal for someone today, we’ll hear about how amazing you are.


*Ijebu-like : Ijebu is a town in Ogun State, SouthWest, Nigeria. The term ‘Ijebu-like’ is commonly used among the Yoruba people of Nigeria to illustrate a person who is miserly with money.

With Love and Light as always,

Debby.

BOOK REVIEW; The Circle by Ted Dekker

We double through two realities. A startling question is asked “which is the real reality”.


There are certain points to note before going into the review in full.


1. As a general rule, I don’t read reviews on a book I’m about to review.

At first, it never crossed my mind to do so. When it did occur to me, I thought I didn’t want any other voices shaping how I thought of a book before I would pen down my first thoughts. (See how I got in three thought’s in there. I may have got my groove back). But this is Ted Dekker. Ted Dekker. He leaves my head reeling sometimes. I had to glance at some reviews for my thoughts to come together on this one. Moreover, I read this book close to a year ago – my last novels before resuming at Law school – and I’m only just reviewing it.

2. In the course of reading a review, I noted a reviewer wrote that this book is fantasy! Wait, what? Oh that’s so true. I rarely ever set out for fantasy books. Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti’s books do pull me to that side though.
Sit tight to know why this is one fantasy book you would want to read, even if its not usually your genre.


Ever saw Hannah Montana? She sang “you get the best of both worlds”. Yes, that’s the play in these four books – Black, Red, White, Green.

Thomas Hunter awakens in a different reality after a gunshot wound to the head. His life is never stable after that, and neither is anyone’s globally. The world powers would come to depend on this guy for information – what is he exactly? A psychic?

He oscillates between two worlds as a hero of a sort. His actions( including possible death) in one world affect his actions in the other, and vice versa. But his help is needed as the world is running towards destruction. Which world, you may ask? Both.


The book is a four-in-one series. It starts with Black, then Red, White, and Green. Green can as well be book one. Someone said its book 0. The series has a cyclical projection with the last book merging into the first, resulting in no ending. It begins at the end, and ends at the beginning. (read “Circle Series”).

Its gripping. Full of rocky uncertainty and it keeps a reader locked in. Not necessarily the most artful wordsmith there is, Dekker is however gooood with his imagery and anticipation antiques.

Anticipation is built up by the happenings in both worlds though set apart by eons.

Book’s spiritual realities, especially the portrayal of sin is crazy. You’d be reading and you’d find out you know exactly what present reality the future description is pointing out. Launching into Elyon’s presence is made possible as it is a pool. Changing from Horde to Albino is made possible only through death when you drown(new birth in Christ) – in this drowning, blood-water pushes super violently against your lungs and everything you’ve ever been, you choke, gasp, do nothing to save yourself.

Sin is in the awful skin scabs, jaundiced eye and stink. But this sin is the norm, so the fresh-skinned are the outcasts, the albinos, hated and incomprehensible.

What else is efficient? The themes from Black running through into Green. In White alone, the themes race from the great deception, to the Antichrist, Mark of the best and Amargeddon and contrary to what you may think, there’s no bore.

Hidden spiritual battles in the past world (our time) are revealed in the future world as physical realities.


Raison Strain is the deadly virus terrorists are employing in the past world. How can Tom’s “best of both worlds” experiences stop the Raison Virus? Will the presidential seat of the United States give enough credibility for ruling the nation to someone who appears to know things from his sleep? No one knows what will happen globally in the face of the terrorists spreading the raison strain. No one knows what will befall the circle who seek Elyon. No one knows anything but that ruin is on speed-drive.


To have my bases covered, I’ve got those of you who’ve been waiting for it; yes, there’s love in this book. Male-female relationship love. Thank you. And it brims with radical meaning.


At the end of it all, what I’ve written is a book review cum recommendation. I’m still willing to discuss on Ted Dekker, and these series in particular with any willing takers.

I reccomend this book to persons interested in the Christian faith in some capacity (being an allegorical work which helps expand some scriptural revelation). If you’re a fantasy-thriller reader, go for this. Looking for some fast-paced read or a challenge? you’re welcome.

Indicate if you’re willing to read the book and I hope you enjoy it when you do. If you’ve read the book, do give your thoughts. You can share this link with your friends who read too. Till next week Saturday.

Love and Light,

Debby.