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.

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#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


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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?

In Pursuit of Perfection

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As a child, I wanted to be a lot of things at different stages of my life. I think it started with me wanting to be an Artist, to draw and paint. I had been told time after time by my mother that I was a “born artist” but all I had to show for it were stick figure drawings, even my handwriting was a fail at Fine-art.

So I moved on…

Before long, a day came when I was in the hospital, the doctor had just prescribed my medications, I looked at the prescription sheet and couldn’t read a thing he wrote and I could buoyantly beat my chest as my handwriting was fabulous as compared to his. I later went on to find out that it was something notable about most doctors. My joy knew no bounds! I was going to be a Doctor!

Alas, I encountered a beast called Biology in my journeying to be a Doctor. That beast tore me apart over and over all through senior secondary school. My best grade was a ‘C’.

Yet again, I had to move on…

My Grandfather had always and still wants me to be a lawyer and with my being an Artist and Doctor dream now behind me, I set out on being a Lawyer. You see, Literature isn’t a tough subject, I like it, I appreciate it but my teacher back then – Mr. Akindele was a tough one. The cane was his best bud and confidant; he always used it on us at the slightest opportunity for inane reasons. I mean, look at the picture below, yes, that’s me, the boy in the yellow shirt (Hail, Hope House). Don’t worry, there is a no insult I couldn’t have possibly heard yet about this picture. But common, look how fragile (too mild a word to use) I look… I ran away from literature class and picked up another subject, I couldn’t stand the torture any longer. Literature however, was a prerequisite to study Law as a First degree.

You see, as a child I wanted to be a whole lot of things, I also wanted and still want to be Superman (I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Superman?) I believed in a whole lot, lot of people, no worries, I was beautifully naive as the Child in “The Tale of a Little Child” but along the way, I’m not sure if it was because I was growing up or ‘cause I was tired of the recurrent disappointments, but bit by bit I lost faith with each upset, I wasn’t sure of what to believe in anymore, insecurity set in, almost zero confidence in myself, all the smiles, the happiness, all of it had seemed to take a walk, going one after the other, falling, falling, falling. The Domino effect.

I just wanted to be perfect.

I’ve started another journey, I have put on my Frye boots, now, I just want to be me, no matter what I do; maybe with each word I write, I get to create art, maybe my mother was right, maybe I’m a born-artist, maybe with everyone that reads a post, I get to heal a part of them, maybe I’ll Inspire someone, maybe, just maybe along the way I’ll find perfection,

 I think being perfect is discovering who you are and being exactly that person


Today is my birthday!! #JustSoYouKnow, May babies are the most awesome folks you’ll ever find! *pops collar*
A big thank you to everyone showing me Love and support.

I intend to eat Cake all through today so if you have any suggestion on how I can rid off sugar out of my system at the end of the day, please let me know. This is very essential!

All that being said, in the words of John Carter, Take up a Course, Fall in Love, Write a Book. Inspire someone, start something that matters.

I may not be perfect just yet, but I’m in pursuit of perfection.

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