Tag: Life

  • 1-1

    January 1st 2018. It’s so easy right now for me to make a list of goals and things I want to achieve this year. But what’s the point? Why waste the time making something that’s not even going to matter in three weeks time? I can’t guess the future. I don’t know what’s going to happen throughout the year ahead. So I guess I’ll just take 2018 in my stride and ‘see what happens?’ Um, no. I can’t just take a whole 365 days in my stride either. So what is...

  • Riding Home for Christmas

    It was set to be the busiest day of travel in the UK for the whole year. Friday 22nd December 2017: the Friday before Christmas. An onslaught of regular commuters and seasonal travellers would collide on trains, motorways and even in the street. The media dubbed it as Frantic Friday. The Friday was indeed, frantic. Exploding lorries, planes coming off runways, overcrowded trains. Of course, amongst this, existed the usual rail disruption, with the usual excuses: ‘Sick/absent crew.’ ‘Train derailment somewhere or other.’ ‘The wrong type of grass growing on the tracks.’ ‘Hooded youths (hoodlums, wrongans).’...

  • 1 Corinthians 13

    I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels, but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell. I may have the gift of inspired preaching; I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets; I may have all the faith needed to move mountains — but if I have no love, I am nothing. I may give away everything I have, and even give up my body to be burnt — but if I have no love, this does me no good. Love...

  • Eternal Summer

    This eternal summer is finally nearing its end. The days of long, oppressive heat are finding their conclusion. Obviously I’m using metaphors. I count four days of hot weather here in the UK, which is six more than average. “Mate, it’s October. Summer finished ages ago.” Let me explain. My summer started all the way back in June. Once my last exam for my final year at university had been completed, I was free. Free to enjoy an indefinite amount of freedom. There weren’t any more lectures, exams, or projects to go back to. After four years of...

  • Distracted

    Everything is a distraction. I’m talking about all those little things that are peripheral to the things that really matter. Things which are peripheral include Facebook, your favourite Netflix show and even this blog. Things that really matter are your family, friends, your health and faith. Don’t worry I’m not judging. I am in no better place. Who doesn’t want to look at pictures of our best friends that represent a seemingly delightful, joyous life. Especially when you look around and find no such delight in your own. But how different this world...

  • Colours

    There are many colours. Red, green, blue, yellow, pink, orange, purple, grey, black, white. For some unbeknownst reason, colours are the only thing some people choose to see. Something is very wrong with that. If I was green, would people still look at me as if I’m a thug when I wear a hoodie in the street? If I was pink, would people still expect me to naturally speak a certain way or say certain phrases? If I was blue, would that kid in primary school have still said, ‘No way! I’m not sitting next to a blue person!’...

  • Dad

    Dad has already warned me about posting sensitive, personal material on this blog (hence why I didn’t put his picture as the featured image for this post), so I will keep this as vague and brief as my creativity allows. Today is a significant day for my father and it just so happens on the same day last year we celebrated the same significance and the year before that and the year before that, as well as every August 15th for the past 61 years. With each passing year his wisdom becomes more relevant as we both grow older. I see...

  • Doing a Degree

    It used to be the case that you would be expected to go to primary school, then secondary school, after that do a few A-Levels at college before culminating your education with a degree at some university. Not all of that was compulsory to get a well paying job, but it was the path that a lot of people chose to take. Nowadays, so many other avenues exist. You can get an apprenticeship, become an intern or start your own online business. Everyone can do something. I’m a traditionalist. I chose the culminate your education with a degree at some...

  • Snowdonia, Wales

    Everything and everywhere seems to have a definable stereotype these days. For white girls, it’s Starbucks; for us black guys it’s chicken; for Essex, (my hometown) it’s fake tan and loose morals. Wales, has sheep. Sometimes, it’s so easy to take a stereotype that’s been repeated time after time and acknowledge that as being the absolute truth. When growing up, I assumed Wales was nothing but sheep with some fields thrown in. I didn’t have much else to go on other than Aled Jones. If anything he validated the sheep theory even more. Consumed, such were my thoughts with...

  • London

    This is the city I was born in. Most of the time, it’s my favourite place in the world. Other times, it’s the last place I want to be. All the time, it remains defiant and diverse. These are some of my favourite snaps from recent visits.

    Tears

    Something you’ll very rarely catch me doing is cry. It’s one of my least favourite things to do. More specifically, crying because I’m sad is one of my least favourite things to do. I know this is nothing new to you. Even though we probably don’t know each other, we can safely assume that no one in the world actually enjoys crying. But for me shedding tears is a pretty big deal. The reason is my name. (Your spell checker is about to have a heart attack.) Ayotunde (i-yo-tuhn-day) Classic Nigerian (Yoruba) name there. I am so glad my parents...

  • The Word

    On Tuesday February 14th 2017 it felt like my year had finally started for real. After many days wasted spent ‘wanting more from God but never actually doing anything about it’ I decided to read the Bible. Not the whole thing, obviously. But I decided to commit to reading the entire Bible within a year. It’s not an easy feat, as I am familiar with already. Previous attempts to do the same thing have failed. In fact, I don’t even think I’ve read the entire Bible cover-to-cover. It’s not a requirement to get into Heaven. In the bits I have...

  • Pepperoni Pizza, Flying Mops & Blocked Toilets

    Expect the unexpected. I wish someone told me to do this when I moved into my house for my final year of university back in October. Nothing seems to be as conventional as I would like it to be. For starters, we have four individuals living in the house including myself; three of which are students, the other one being a 56-year-old man. He’s not the landlord, he’s just a tenant. At first I’ll be honest, I was unsure as to how this situation would work out. The first time we met, he showed me round the house and talked...

  • Taking the Milk

    Tunde’s Log: Thursday 2nd February – 10:27am It has come to my attention that the worst thing anyone can do on this planet is state their own perfectly entitled opinion or steal milk that does not belong to them. Yesterday, our Residential Milk Thief struck again. Luckily, I was not the victim. The poor soul who had their semi-skimmed delight depleted was Brian (names are changed for legal reasons). After coming back from a day out, Brian returned home wanting to enjoy a fresh, warm, soothing cup of tea. He would be denied this pleasure. He proceeded to open his...

  • Grown

    You know you’re a grown ass man when you fully well understand that Santa Father Nick Christmas Claus is a figment of someone’s imagination (and cocaine addiction). He is not real. For me this was realised yet again last year when my Dad told me to wrap up my own present. ”You know what it is anyway,” he shrugged. Do I now act surprised on Christmas Day? I was so confused… Further evidence supporting my claims comes from common sense. Reindeer cannot fly. And even if they could that doesn’t mean they’d be able to travel around the entire world, across every time-zone, carrying...

  • Desire

    When I was a kid I would dream every single day. Ideas would be executed as soon as they were a thought in my brain. I had this energy that was palpable. It just kept me going. Now I’m older and when I dream, there’s no energy to sustain them. Plans and ideas remain internal; starting and ending life as thoughts. Not much gets done outside of university and church. It’s like I cease to exist by merely just existing. Doing the absolute bare minimum to get me through another day. In reality this materialises to hours spent on YouTube watching...

  • Snapbook, Facechat

    About a month ago, Facebook joined Snapchat in the list of social media apps deleted from my phone. It was a carefully considered decision. In fact I probably spent too much time deliberating the idea, but eventually I came to the conclusion that it just had to be done. Reason being that Facebook was taking over my life. I would be in the library and instead of studying Caesar Ciphers, I would be studying the number of likes on my latest post. Following that I’d begin a discussion on a UNILAD video, then to finish it off, I’d conduct a critical analysis...

  • The Final Year

    There’s an ugly page my university runs that I’ve joined recently. It’s basically where students go to hash out their frustration at not being able to find accommodation before the new term starts (in just over two weeks), and barely anything gets done to resolve it. On the page you also get frequent posts of other students displaying their interest in finding another student to potentially buddy-up with and get a house. That ‘interest’ seems to be inclusive of everyone but me. I hardly got any replies to my messages and if I did they’d be rejections. It’s weird to...

  • Prayer for my thoughts

    My greatest enemy is myself Detrimental to my health Always fretting about grades, looks and wealth There is no respite, from this my chosen way to live my life Sunday’s sermon is telling me, God’s got you – don’t worry But to worry is my story It feels like my destiny In fact it’s my identity I express nothing but uncertainty At a future laid before me, surely filled with prosperity? At least that’s what I’m told – the ideal that’s sold But I don’t see it. I can’t see it....

  • Sound The Alarm

    Myself and burglar alarms have never really got on. For those thinking, ‘well that’s because you’re black, stupid!’ you can leave now. It’s more because, we’ve never really had to get on. For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in reasonably safe surroundings. I’ll admit those safe surroundings haven’t been completely without danger, but no situation comes to mind where a burglar alarm would’ve proved beneficial. And that continues to be the case today. In fact what those alarms have proven to be, is evidence of my stupidity/prominent forgetfulness. Let’s start with the latter. Recently, I moved to a new area where...

  • Speak

    I had an English teacher who would always suggest when we’ve finished writing stuff, we read it again to ourselves out loud. The aim was to pick up on mistakes we might not have noticed otherwise. Revolutionary. But what if we don’t like the sound of our own voice? That’s always been slightly true for me. I think I sound like a geek. Although on reflection, I think I just don’t use my voice enough. So when I do speak, it’s not the husky and sexy vocal vibrations I imagine myself with, it’s a thing which etches it’s way out of my mouth....

  • No Connection

    It was on Saturday July 4th that I was thrown into a cruel, unforgiving world. A dark, bleak and lowly abyss of offline content. With no Facebook to stalk people, no YouTube to watch people and no FaceTime to call people, my laptop had never felt like such a burden. As I looked at my phone I thought, sure I could call or text someone, but I didn’t want to be that guy. Looking back at my laptop I think, ‘What do you mean you can’t connect to the internet you piece of…’ I tell it some awful things, things I know aren’t true...

  • Housemates

    There it goes again. I’ve just made one of my favourite meals, spaghetti bolognese. It’s the end of a long day at uni and now I’ve come home, ready to eat some good food. I would eat it in the kitchen but no one is there, so I innocently go to my room to watch stuff on my laptop. And there it is. Plop plop plop. Someone has decided that to be the perfect moment to enter the toilet and take a massive poo. What have they been eating? I ask myself, as I hear their grunts and plops over my now...

  • One of life’s greatest challenges is…

    Using a shower that you haven’t used before. Whether it belongs to your best friend, a partner or a family member, the terror is simply inevitable. Once you’re in there, naked, that’s it. For whatever reason, it seems like the worst thing you could do is step back into the world you used to find so simple. With all those knobs, levers, taps, plugs and shower heads staring at you, it becomes apparent that nothing is simple anymore. But something within encourages you to reach out and twist, touch or pull anything. Nothing happens. Perhaps a curse word, a sigh or...