It’s the romance of the autumn months that I find most fascinating.
The bipolar nature of love and love of nature. The indecisiveness of daily pitter- patter, the cacophony of the whistling winds before a brutal storm. It’s the explosion of a peach and purple- coloured sky after a bleak grey day.
Autumnal months can be very romantic.
Full of love and full of hope.
A love so deep it evokes a cheerful sorrow.
The departure of leaves to let their trees stay alive.
Fighting a greater cause.
Between the end of October and a few days ago, I tried to capture bits of London that evoke this feeling of love, centred around a theme I feel really passionately about- humility and neglect, from simple things like walking in the windy park with my cousins and morning runs by the regents canal to a visit to the Royal academy of Arts.
A much needed break from the seemingly endless lecture and seminar hours resulted in a retreat into the Scottish highlands. After having ‘camped’ at my cousins’ in Birmingham, Costa’s vanilla soya latte got me up at the crack of dawn and ready for what would be a friday morning of non- stop eating and binging on the first season of community.
Fast forward four and a half hours where we had to change in Edinburgh for Dundee….
As we crossed the River Tay and the train pulled into the station, I had my cameras ready to capture every moment of the adventure I was about to embark on.
From stone skipping and lip syncing to movie nights and midnight snacks, we managed to somewhat curb the nostalgia for our childhood.
Easter egg hunt prep.
There’s something about the still of sipping a green tea and watching the sunrise with a nutella- spread bagel that makes you want to put on your sweatshirt, nike trainers and run as far as the horizon to get as close to it as possible.
Morning run in my #kowadakowa jumper
In Kingennie, the fishing lakes nestled in the golf course, alongside manure- scented neighbouring farms served as my adventure land.
Panoramic view of the lake at Kingennie, Dundee
But sunset is my best time of the day. The incredible artwork display in the sky is just breathtaking. A feature I miss most about school in the Swiss Alps.
Firstly, a late happy mother’s day to all the mothers, grand mothers, and mother-like figures out there. This bunch of daffodils is for you. each of you #kowadakowa.
Mother’s day flowers from Hillsong church.
There’s really something about the little things, isn’t there? The longer days and the sprouting of flowers, suggesting the arrival of spring.
I bought a bunch of hyacinths the other day and watched them grow from asparagus- like greens to this beautiful purple bunch of flowers. It’s so much nicer in London now. The sun was out nearly everyday last week which made me much happier than usual. I was having a really rocky february/ March, which sort of had a ripple effect on my relationships with my friends and family. With my breathing difficulty, running during the winter isn’t an option- it’s extremely painful so I tend to not run during the winter months. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve gotten back to my running routine, which is probably the only thing I’m consistent with. Through Regents Park, up Baker Street, through Marble Arch and into Hyde park, I find peace. A still I only get when running. It simply clears my mind and leaves me at a still place with God, my father. His love, as I’ve come to realise thanks to Judah Smith- a wonderful man that leads the City Church in Seattle.
Whilst listening to Benjamin Francis Leftwich, as recommended to me by a friend, I felt a connection a whole other level. The weird goospbumps-ey feeling that keeps you in the moment. That makes you want to run faster. To breathe harder. ‘Atlas Hands’ helped me realise that sometimes, it’s ok to let go. close your eyes and let your imagination take you as far as you will let it.
A connection I feel with nature and a deeper appreciation and love for the flora of the earth. Similar to Benjamin, is my personal favourite- Nick Mulvey. ‘Fever to the form’ and ‘Cucurucu’ are amazing songs, although they aren’t as up beat as ‘Atlas hands’.
Some photos from my phone taken on Westbourne Grove, Woodside Park, The British Museum and Regents Canal. They are in no order of relevance- I just thought I’d share them with you.
a lovely garden party on sunday evening. What better way to announce an engagement than to throw a little party in your garden with lovely food and family?
Before I go on, this is what plated food at a ‘normal’ Nigerian party looks like jollof rice, fried rice, dodo (fried plantains), coleslaw and stewed beef or chicken. It’s the staple arrangement.
these dodo canapés were a winner
Tender steak strips seasoned with coriander, chilli and spring onions on a bed of grilled plantain slices.
I’m really glad people are doing what they feel comfortable with now. Every party used to be the usual… food, a dj, drinks, all under one massive canopy. This was different. Free spirits having a good time, smoothies, a wide selection of food from nigerian to Chinese. Lovely french wine, great music and kinfolk.