Death O Death!

Tribute to Elder (CSP) Abang Philip

Death O death by Philip Abang2

Where does one begin to unpack the debilitating feeling of loss, grief and disorientation.

‘Dad has passed!!’ Said the subbing voice on the phone. I could hear choruses of mourners in the background… My biggest fear has just sucker punched me.

As the news spread, the clouds got wind and it opened its gates. The clouds rained thunderous tears. A king is gone; a kind, peaceful, loving, caring, funny and compassionate being has left us. My hero, my role model, my biggest idol, and greatest inspiration has departed.

DEATH, why do you play such cruel jokes?! You have stolen a great man away from his people and community.

“God puts kings in a place for a season and reason” Denzel once said.

Dad’s season was too short, he was too young, besides, we had unfinished business. Loads of promises unfulfilled.

Death, you poked me hard. You hurt me badly. No pity, no sympathy or compassion. You may have taken away my beloved father, but you are not taking away his legacy, his virtue, and the ocean of memories he has left behind. Dad made his mark. He created an impact and he created me. The engravings of his works, his love, and benevolence will forever be etched in our hearts.

O Death, you thought you had won, but the joke is on you.

Lest I forgot, Dad, I pleaded to God to send you to be my guardian angel, then I realized you had given so much on earth. With a single candle you lit up so many people’s worlds. I plead God to give you rest as His army of Angels will take charge. My salutations to you for designing my life, and my gratitude to God for choosing you as my dad.

Adieu Papa till we meet again.
Love you for life.

Philip Abang

 

Gratitude

Gratitude

My gratitude. Philip ABANGI want to thank you profoundly for the 100 plus followers. You have been amazing and super supportive ever since I started my website just over a year ago. I started my website with the intention to upload some of my works as advised by my mates. Then I stumbled upon a community of incredibly talented individuals on the platform whom have helped strengthened my quest for learning and discovery. My writing and design have improved significantly also as a result.

I post contents inspired by my love for words and quotes. I use a degree of expressive typography to show these words in an exciting, fun and engaging context. Like words, typography is powerful. Typography bring words to life and expresses words in the way it should be communicated and presented.

I hope to carry on delivering content that informs, inspires and at the same time excites you.

I am truly humbled. Do have a fantastic time.

Design, Art direction, Post
By Philip Abang

 

31.12.18 and Thank YOUs

31.12.18 and Thank YOUs

Thank You.

I know it is New Year’s day at some regions/places. It is 22.40 GMT here at the United Kingdom. I will like seize this moment to thank you all for being part of this adventure of mine.

I started my website in late February 2018 and posted my first blog post on Mar 4, 2018 7:07 PM titled Happiness followed by Potential and Confidence respectively.

Some of my favourite posts have been Living, Together, Storybook, and of course, Kojo and Not Just a Pretty Face by Tambu Geeray respectively. I must state that Collaborating with Tambu Geeray brought out the best in my design concept to bring his story to life.

96 posts and counting, I wouldn’t have been here without the amazing followers and readers that have become a huge part of this journey.

My initial intention when I started was to at least have someone have a peek at my portfolio (which seems outdated now) having gone and studied Graphic Design as a mature student and doing the best I could. Life is about learning and discovery, and also rising to challenges. Studying Graphic Design in my mid to late thirties was no exception. It was very tough, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Imaging not trying at all. I gave my all despite my struggles, and in the end I graduated with a First Class Honours in Graphic Design.

“Don’t worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try.” _Jack Canfield

In all these, I have met so many wonderful people along the way, and on the WordPress platform I have discovered some gems in people, their writings and stories. Simply amazing!!

Thank You

This post barely has the space to express my gratitude. But here is to you all that have helped shaped and moulded me to who I have become. I can proudly say that I blog, I design, I inspire (I’d like to think so), I aspire, I illustrate, I……,  I TRY.

2019 holds greater challenges but we will all rise to the occasion. Let’s go!!!!!!

Thank you again from the bottom of my heart and have a blessed 2019.

Happy New Year.

Yours sincerely,

Philip Abang

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By Philip Abang

Not Just A Pretty Face

Dear ZedTears. Not Just A Pretty Face #1 By Tambu Geeray

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She wakes up very early in the morning everyday to cook breakfast for the family while the world sleeps, while the man of the house still coils deep inside the duvet dreaming away, probably having a beautiful dream because dreams they say mostly besiege us when dawn approaches.

With the kind of renewed energy that only morning dew gives (my grand mom told me so) she sweeps, cleans, bathes the kids when they’re awake, clothes and feeds them, then gets them ready for school.

For the man of the house, she fixes his meals just as he loves them, sometimes she goes an extra mile to give it a little more than he’d expect with that midas touch of hers.

While at the breakfast table, she comes up with bright ideas and makes reasonable contributions whenever talks concerning the family are thrown therein. Even when she does not totally agree with some of the suggestions and opinions raised by the man of the house, she politely leads him into understanding why it should or shouldn’t be done this way or that way.

After a few smiles and laughs, they passionately kiss and wish each other an awesome day at work. A daily routine of theirs.

At work she goes about the business of the day doing all she can for the success and growth of all involved with such diligence that leaves you wondering if she ever gets tired or breaks down. Of course, she gets tired and also breaks down.

She’s made of flesh and bone like the rest of us.

But she’s got a magic wand, her smiles. She lets her beautiful smiles do the concealment.

She’s a bank manager in one of the A’ list banks in the country with lots of expectations and demands from both her employers, some of the employees and the teeming disgruntled account owners with the bank. She respectfully deals with these people everyday without a sign of displeasure even beyond her training.

But when she’s alone, she thinks of her life outside the purview of a bank manager, she thinks of her first and masters’ degrees both in Geology lying fallow in a box inside a closet back home. She thinks deep and sometimes hopes it wasn’t a waste of time taking the training that got her working in a financial institution in the first place…

She thinks of her second child whose headmistress has been complaining of under performance both in class and in the last examinations. How about her first child who recently had her first menstrual experience, meaning an extra eye has to be kept on her.

Then there’s the issue of a young lady who keeps calling at terrible hours claiming to be a secretary to the man of the house… She creates a personal “To Do” list and deals with all these one after the other like women deal with blackheads on their faces. She deals with lots of other challenges not mentioned above.

After an energy draining day at work, she rushes home thinking of the evening meal while driving. She thinks about how to get there on time amidst the unrepentant traffic, she worries about how to beat it and get home to get dinner prepared and served in good time before it’s dusk (coupled with the dieting demands of this this century.)

She’s indeed not just a pretty face. She’s a mother, a wife, a sister, an aunt, a lover of God, a virtuous woman, a builder and keeper of the home.

And to all the “Not Just Pretty Faces” out there, be you a teacher, a banker, a doctor/nurse, a lawyer, a mechanic, a cab driver, a farmer, a shop owner/keeper, a tailor/fashion designer, a hairdresser/stylist, a broadcaster, a reporter both in the print and electronic media, a musician, a professional dancer, a pilot, a caterer/restaurateur, too many to mention here, we honour you with all our hearts.

We respect you without blemish.

You have all got everything it takes to be the enigmas that you are.

Keep doing all you have been doing. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

By Tambu Geeray

Tambu Geeray featured in my second post POTENTIAL. He sent me this beautiful piece that he wrote, dedicating it to all the amazing women that hold the aces which we mostly under appreciate. I couldn’t keep this piece to myself so I thought I’d share it here with his permission. Keep an eye for more fantastic write up from Tambu Geeray. RESPECT!

Design, Creative/Art direction, Illustration, Post
By Philip Abang
Credit: Tambu Geeray - Not Just A Pretty Face