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.
Well I wrote this about five months ago. Here:
the lady with the green and yellow umbrella
I watched her go
a little stiffness to her steps
a little rigidity of the back
dressed in a beautiful suit
but you can tell by the shoes
brown leather shoes; it had it’s victory story
it had been with the cobbler one too many times
it had fought it’s own good fight.
She’s in her late thirties
wondering when it will pay off
sleepless nights, long nights at the office
no significant progress
perhaps I’m wrong
perhaps I’m quick to judge
but my silent apology dies in my mouth
and against my wish my lips tug up as my predictions do not taunt me
a lady in an Honda accord comes speeding by, splashing water on her
she screams out
her bag falls from her hand
she drops to her knees sobbing
the green and yellow umbrella comes tumbling down