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


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?



I want to pray to you, I know that on a norm, I’m supposed to be talking but truth is: I’m not sure I know how to do that properly I.e. Pray by talking, so I’ll just do this, which I think helps me express how I feel better.
I really hope you are listening or reading.

First of all, I’ve come to repent of my sins, I know I constantly mess up… I fall real short of your glory every now and then and I know that I deserve to be kicked out and not be forgiven but you said that I should always come boldly to your throne of Grace, so I’m here once more… Accept me, like that prodigal son in the bible. Take me back, forgive me. I’m sorry. I really am. Well, You know all things so check my heart, if it’s still hazy teach me, gimme the grace to want You completely.

I’d like to thank You for Your faithfulness in my life, overtime, I have come to accept that truly You are the unchangeable changer, the way You ever remain faithful amazes me even in the midst of all my mess ups and hiccups You remain firm, helping me. No matter how many times I consistently break your heart, You still believe in me and stay by me.

I’m grateful. You know I am.

I also want to thank You for the family you gave me, they are the Best, from my little sister (nicest, loving girl ever) to my Father(Super-Human) and my Brother(Large Heart) and Mother(a woman of virtue), they’ve all been the reason why I still believe in that word – LOVE.

I also appreciate You for my friends all of them, the ones I’ve kept and lost over-time…they went a long way in determining my very person.

God, I know You want me to be perfect as You are, I’m sorry I’m not there yet, not even close to near, but I thank you for who I am today, where I am today, and where you are taking me tomorrow. By your grace, I’d be Perfect.

I thank You for every part of my body especially my nose, I appreciate You.

I thank You for every passing day, how You manage to save me from things I have no idea of, is amazing. All I can do is to be in awe of You.

If every strand of hair on my body had tongues to say “Thank You”… It wouldn’t be enough.

I thank You for the person reading this post.


You know, no matter how much you say Thank you to Jesus, you can’t just say it enough.

Please use the comment box to thank Him today for one or two or more things He is doing or has done. Starting “Dear God,”

But then, this is what iThink, what do iKnow ?


Its funny when we have just little challenges we seem to forget all the long uncountable deeds God has done for us. But I can assure you that if you take just a minute of your time to count your blessings, you’d figure that those that you are still waiting on him for are really minute.

Do you know the most interesting part? it’s those we don’t see God doing that are major … I mean do you ever think about the accidents you dint have? The things we cant see Him doing are even much more from those we see him doing.
God i thank you for life…

I could have never been born but that dint happen, I mean I could have been a miscarriage, but I wasn’t. you dint just end there you gave me two eyes to see this beautiful world.

You healed me back then when I had measles.

I remember when I was just about 10 years old and I was sitting in the back sit of the car on the way to my parent’s office and suddenly the door just opened as the car turned I was sitting just by the door but I dint fall out. . .only if any of my family members read this none of them will know about this., only God was there to save me. No one else.

Does this ever happen to you?

“Lagbaja, please am about to sleep now, please wake me up when its 5, (hours later) oh shoot! it’s 9pm!
But God keeps waking us up everyday, every time we sleep.God i thank you for every time I sleep and yet wake up.

I thank you for Family, loved ones you’ve placed me among to help direct and guide my path.

I thank you for my Friends, the ones you made me keep, the ones you made me lose … I’m grateful.

I thank you for the privilege to know you …. for its by grace nothing else.


There’s a  whole lot to keep thanking God for, before you start complaining take your time and thank him for all He has already done. This is a few I have put up … what are you grateful for ?

What did they do wrong?

What did they do wrong? was the first question that ran through my head as I looked at this people who came into this world they same way I did.

iTried to put myself in their shoes and i got blank! iWont survive. The thought of it alone was terrifying. … .We look at them and think OMG! pity! … how ‘wronger’ could we get!? These people are the strongest people i have ever come across! We need more help than they do. They know without a doubt that they are going to make it

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iCan walk , talk, n just wear an Underwear without putting on a Diaper and yet iStill complain! I was engulfed in shame! How ungrateful I’ve been. A man in wheel chair came to sing a special number n everywhere became silent… if a needle had dropped it would have disrupted the moment. it was simply beautiful! The words and vocal were mind-blowing! My head pounding, goose bumps   this same feeling came back again when a girl, who paints with her legs (her painting are sooo fresh) gave the ‘vote of thanks’. Talking was strenuous, her whole body was trembling … it was sad. … .but that’s  not were the story ends… against all odds she talked and iGot motivated!, Encouraged! So did everyone else in that hall. She spoke though with obvious disability yet had in her the ability to speak and reach my soul, my heart.

I’ll never forget her words hung on my neck like a golden chain I dare not remove.

God has given this people gifts … Ability in Disability…

We have a lot to be grateful for! Start thanking God now!