I’ve found a new love for colour yellow and all the yellowity it embodies hence I play with mentos sweet 🙂
And custard 🍮
You want to know what else is yellow?
Tid-bit advice from Amy Poehler’s book “yes please”. I might or might not review it when I’m through reading. You just learn the lesson I’m passing across here. Nobody is permitted to judge you while you’re having fun so goof away…
Great sky; great landscape. God feeds our eyes with beauty.
And sunset. Something melts in satisfaction inside of me when I see the perfect sunset.
This was three days ago, I saw the sunlight stream into my house from the window and I knew something magical must be going on. The front door was locked. I was unbound. I ran upstairs three times before I got the right key. The sunset was worth it. Contrary opinion? Anybody?
Elder sister and I made “buns”. Well… Elder sister made buns, I hopped around. We both ate it though. With all the love in our middle. (get it? Look at the picture again)
Someone is honing photography skills by all means.
You know you’re becoming a blogger when you want to eat an apple but you just must play with it a little. Food is meant to be
Just to convince you there is an upcoming food photographer in the house, I present to you plain-looking-but-by-all-means-delicious-moinmoin.
By all means ignore what it looks like, I wasn’t being a foodie all this while. Many other things went down. I’ve been at home for a while now. University of Ibadan students chose a mini break for themselves☺ then the school expanded it:) the nation chose to compound it:mrgreen:. Now we don’t know when we would go back to school. Even Asuu is on strike. Everyone is on strike. #GodBlessNigeria
Best advice is up there🔝. Rev2:25 ” I will ask nothing further of you; only hold tightly to what you have until I come.” (TLB). This is rather important because the world passes away and the lust thereof. Even colour yellow!
Go forth, frolic, take pictures, adore yellow and hold God fast.
Hello to you today. These days i’m mostly drawn to watching YouTube videos ranging from messages to DIY to music videos to speeches and interviews. On the issue of DIY, lest I forget, I bought bicarbonate of soda yesterday, it was really cheap, #110 to help whiten my teeth. I need the perfect smile y’know. I’ve always considered using braces and the only person I’ve told, my elder sister has repeatedly said no, I shouldn’t use it. I could pursue it further but I recently read a person’s account and she said she had it on for two and a half years. That’s quite a while guys😁. I always thought it was about a year. In any case, mind me not, it is such an half-hearted attempt otherwise I would have done my research. Today is a slow Saturday for me, I’m going out this evening for a program in commemoration of our youth anniversary in my church. In the meanwhile I thought I could Just paint a picture I nursed in my head in a few words. Come imagine with me.
I believe growing up in my world made me a slightly paranoid person. I sense every form of danger miles before it could happen. Truth is, I hate it. On days I am in the kitchen, and the electric bulb is switched on, I would feel uneasy about the kitchen window which faces the small unilluminated store at the back of the house. Anybody could hide in the store and be watching me. When I catch myself with such feeling, I would berate myself and feel awashed with a sense of inadequacy. The store is made up of net, wood and iron pan. Rats die and stink in there, then mummy would call the gate man and ask him to clean up the place.
There are empty bottles of fruit wine and old newspapers and big coolers for Christmas time and old cabinets that are still too good to be thrown away. The store holds close to everything and on the day thieves attacked our neighbours about three years earlier, Adamu, our former gateman had run into the store and gotten a cutlass with which he made a gash in the back of a fleeing robber as he scaled the fence. Daddy found a reason to pay him off the following week. Even though he did well, we weren’t comfortable with having someone with such temdency of violence.
When the landlords association decided to do something about the security situation in our neighbourhood, they hired vigilantees and made rules such as if you were to drive later than 10pm on the street you will present an ID card.
Daddy had complained tirelessly less than a month later of how the vigilantees only drank beer at night and kept Fuji songs booming from the radio. It was a waste of the associations money and he said so at another meeting where the vigilantees demand for an increase was raised. That meeting had been in our own house.
When mummy had first learnt of the meeting she had said “ah no. Not here o. We are busy now. How are we even sure we will be around on that day?”
“since we moved here we’ve not hosted any of the meetings it’s either one wedding or burial every other Saturday. We have to host it” He said, his tone low, neither rising nor falling.
“so you have now told them yes?” Mummy asked
” hmnnn” Daddy grunted, face buried in a newspaper.
That Saturday morning, mummy was quiet, not shouting at my brother to bring down his blanket to air it or to clean up his room. The woman who came fortnightly to do laundry was at the backyard switching from singing from one Tope Alabi song to the other.
I stood in the stufy kitchen shifting from end to end as my mother moved in perceived dignity to pick something everywhere. My phone constantly buzzed with notification from social media but staying around my mum that day I felt the need to be solemn. Most times she would yell at me telling me to “put that phone down” in rapid Yoruba. Or she would say “I don’t see to this carrying the phone around hot oil” “ehn ehn ehn don’t put my phone beside water. Don’t treat it like your own”
Before the landlords came, daddy called me and my younger ones together to the sitting room.
“you see, when someone has visitors, you don’t become too relaxed” eyan o kii n darale . “you must be security conscious because you don’t know who is who. That’s not the time to leave both doors to the house open. The kitchen door should be shut because if everyone is in the living room, you can never tell who will turn around to pass the back door into the house and all the while no one will know” he instructed and instructed and instructed, most of them, things we already knew. Things he often told us. As he spoke, the aroma of egusi soup kept wafting from the kitchen and my phone would not stop buzzing. I really wanted to tell my dad it was okay.
With my growing impatience, I remembered I learnt Bisi my technical drawing set-square last time she asked. I had an assignment due for Monday, there was no way I would turn it in that morning. I sighed inwardly, my nerves grated.
“Tobi, are you hearing me?” dad asked cupping his right ear with his palm
” yes sir” I said.
“you are the eldest. You are the example. Don’t let me catch you with ear piece plugged in so that you don’t even know what is going on and if we need your attention we have to run around the house. Are you hearing me? ”
” yes sir”
By the time I got back to the kitchen, the jollof rice had started to burn and mummy was making the semovita.
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,
Whenever anyone I know gets wind of the fact that I own a blog, and they try to confirm it from me, I tell them “yes” and then I immedieately add:
“I’m not very serious about it”.
Whose fault? It’s just like when you get a D in a test and you say “I didn’t actually study”.
It doesn’t justify it. Most people don’t care. The fact remains that there was a test, people aced it, but you didn’t!
I open a blog, I don’t post much, it’s a D grade.
Now, two days ago, in an eureka moment, I decided a D grade wasn’t befitting me. I had a post whipped up and I thought it was pretty good. Airtel network on the other hand was pretty bad so it wouldn’t upload on here. Guys, that was how I mistakenly deleted my post. It was gone. It’s not the first time that would happen to me. I recall once writing about a funny experience and in the blink of an eye, I got it deleted somehow.
I choose to be persistent however because I realize that giving an excuse like that still earns me a D. *Low and deep sigh*
Afoma of ihundasmusings.com undertook a photography project last year. She put up a post weekly containing pictures she had taken all through the week; atleast a picture per day. I think it’s really helpful. It’ll help sharpen your photography skills, help you notice more beauty in the mundane.
I’ve always nursed an interest in photography. I realize I don’t have to wait until I get my Nikon or Canon camera before I do what I desire. Perhaps my humble phone camera can land me where those gadgets would be begging to have me, yes?
Alright so I will be having my photography posts up starting from next week Sunday.
And cheers to me,🍸for leaving D for a better grade.
Feel free to let me know if i’m still bordering on a D or higher. Please don’t let it be lower. Please.