Congratulations Adams my darling, we made it through the first year! Yippee! Isn’t she lovely. . . You know how they say that a woman forgets the travails of pregnancy & birth at the sight of her child? Yyeeeeeaaaahhhhhh! Lol. I had a tough time when I was pregnant with you, Grace. I started throwing… Continue reading Mo’ Grace is 1
There was a time in my life when I decided I wasn’t ever going to get married. Much of what I’d seen in marriages, my parent’s marriage included, was just people who wanted to kill themselves but had to stay together because of the children. Always because of the children. Always together, forever apart.
Where did all the years go?! This is the age my siblings and I referred to as ‘old’ when we were little girls. In some ways, I don’t feel old and in some other ways, I am an old sage, maybe even a wise sage… I miss being young 🙂 I love birthdays. I believe… Continue reading It’s the big 30! Yaaaayyy!
The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialled the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whispered, “Hello?” Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster the boss asked, “Is… Continue reading Why Parents Have Grey Hair!
I think it was Tamara who first gave me a Sara Bareilles song titled Gravity a few years ago. Some people or someone danced to it in one of those shows and she wanted me to listen to the song. I was taken in by the song and some of her other songs since then.… Continue reading Sara Bareilles – BrAvE
I want to write about #BringBackOurGirls and Jack Bauer in Sambisa. I want to write about our president and about Nigeria. I want to write about how many things need to be done in this country and I want to rant and rant and rant… But I am angry and helpless and a little tired.… Continue reading Doing This For A Friend…
My very fondest teenage memories are of Sister Anne Ugobor; her sons, her car, her kitchen, her lovely house in Adeniyi Jones, her TV, her sound system, her original CDs, the smell of her clothes, her love towards me and mine, her delicious food, her big tins of Milo and Peak milk, her smile, her… Continue reading Breaking Lethargy