You see, this week has been a wobbly one for me. My mind drew up a playlist and I hearkened to its music, moving to its rhythm. My dear mind kept playing all the imperfections here and there, all the things that aren’t seemingly ‘right’ about me, visible and unseen. During the week, a swelling on my right foot couldn’t but make the already rocky boat capsize. Oh, I mustn’t forget the nurse that insisted I got injections for a swollen foot. (Bloody molester! -__- Any opportunity to see a cute butt)

With all these depressing thoughts of how this or that wasn’t perfect, how breathing could be a lot easier if I didn’t have ‘cold’ all the time, how It wouldn’t have been a bad idea if I could take pictures without my vampire features all so revealing, how I could have made a better grade in school (no point crying over spilt milk, right?), why I craved for cake and couldn’t get any, why my leg had to hurt so bad? All of these got me moody and down casted. My saving grace was a thought that struck me amid my pity party.

I remembered the just concluded outreach myself and friends (@SmileCare) went for the previous Saturday at Wesley school for the hearing impaired. I remembered seeing the hand, master the virtuosity of the tongue; I saw music, hands singing with no sound uttered. I saw happy people who couldn’t talk or hear a thing I said, who had apparent disabilities and still chose to be happy. These children, most of them never heard a sound their entire life.

I’m talking way too much, I should let the pictures do the talking… (Pictures by OrionPixel and @Bar_bajide)

Hands being taught the tongues art

In the eyes of the children, we saw Hope. We saw Love.

Drama presentation

MC for the day






Day in, day out, I find myself complaining about one thing or the other, dwelling on the so-called imperfections.

What really defines perfection?

You see, the answer, I do not know.

But these children have taught me one thing. They are grateful they can see, walk and even still, communicate with their hands and ever ready to teach us this art.

Who am I to complain? I talk, I hear… Who are you to complain? You talk, you hear

#Notetoself: Be Thankful

My name is Funto AyinOluwa and I am thankful.

More Pictures:


#Notetoself: Be Grateful

#Notetoself: Put a smile on someone’s face today

#Notetoself: Put a smile on your face, go get cake, red velvet!

#Notetoself: Compliment someone today

#Notetoself: You can do it

#Notetoself: God Loves You


Please use the comment box below.  Quick Question: Are you grateful?

Start your comment with “#Notetoself

This is NO illuminati !

Thank you for reading. It’s one thing to write a #Notetoself, actually doing what it says, is another.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

67 thoughts on “#Notetoself

  1. It is good to be grateful at all times and in all situations, i have been dere myself n this article is beautiful and funto is it possible for me to join smilecare now?

  2. Thanks for dis POST. Its a reminder dat we should be greatful and thankful to God every second………no matter what ……………….nice work

  3. Wow! These are the kind of things I see myself involved in… God bless you for reminding me to be grateful to God always 4making me perfect compared to those children… I am gonna think twice before I complain inside and out. I now know the “I love u” sign. *grinning molar to molar*

  4. *Speechless* keep up the good work..both with smile care and your blog…inspire us with new write ups everyday….

  5. Well, I am grateful ƒσя everything too, despite some imperfections. Just learnt ð “I love you” sign tho’….Great write-up Mr Funto. God bless

  6. The Big Book says give and you shall multiply (wat an irony) buh its true!! So if dats true as it were give thanks to God 4 d little u have and it shall multiply!!
    Hope u get the point!!! Hahahahaha am out!!
    By d way funto nyc one!! Must come 4 ya nxt outreach tho!!! (Y)………

  7. #NoteToSelf Funto Has Unlocked Some Truths Most Youth Haven’t. Keep Him On Your Good Side
    #NoteToSelf No One Can Make Me Feel Inferior Unless I Let Them
    #NoteToSelf God Loves Me…Like Really

    Ms Johnson.

  8. This is rily Gud and the message u passed across is awesome…we do av a lot to be grateful for…God bless smilecare and crown ur efforts o:)

  9. First, RED VELVETTTTTT!! \O/ Ok.

    *adjusts shirt*

    This was the EXACT experience I had yesterday. I visited a home for children and I have learnt how to be thankful from these ‘little’ senseis. They were happy even when they had next to nothing. I haven’t stopped thinking. Wow!

    I told you this already: God bless the Smile care team….and the children too.

    P.s: Cute bum? LOL! Yeah. Sure. 🙂

  10. Funto love. its funny cos i dont really read people’s blogs. but when it comes to yours its different i finally figured out why i like yours, because yours contains TRUTH!! but anyways this one right here is really inspiring and you speak nothing but reality and truth. this makes me reevaluate myself. and i am definitely grateful to God!

    mehn i wish i was in naija so i could actually attend one these events

  11. Dis iz xactli wat pple nid 2 hear helps put u bac on check…..very good write up kip on using d gift Uve bn givn 2 reach out 2 more pple!!

  12. This piece,is not only awesome,buh it is also a timely piece,as it sort of lifted my spirit…thank God I read it,when I did….henceforth I remain forever grateful O:)…..awesome,beautiful,inspiring&truthful write-up! God bless you,for blessing mi funto!

  13. #notetoself..very nice piece, this has just put me in chk..I nid to be more thankful 4 all I am n av! More grease to ur elbow, ffg @smilescare right away! Nid to be involved in ur good works 2 d society!

  14. I love your write-ups, I love what y’all are doing at #smilecare# and I’ll love to be a part of smile care. Please I need info on how to be a part of smile care.

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