As I got near the house, I perceived the sweet spicy aroma of Ofe Nsala, which is mixed up with the cool evening air. Mama must be busy in the kitchen I told myself. Continue reading
It’s mid-week! Yeah, it’s another Wednesday when pictures speak for themselves. Does this picture speak to you?
This photo is a friend’s son recently. His Mother was lost for words seeing what he did with the flour she was going to use for her baking that day. We couldn’t let the scene get lost so we took photos. And she gave me permission to use the shots on my blog. Continue reading
Grandma wasn’t her buoyant self anymore. Her effervescent nature has gradually fizzled out. She has drifted into a shadow of her former self. A debilitating illness dealt her this blow. Oh, Grandma! Continue reading
Rita is fond of her grandmother. She would do anything for her. A reason she spends most of her short holidays with her paternal grandmother. Rita loved to sit by her grandmother’s side as she spins historical stories and folklores to her. Rita loved storytelling. She loved to hear the stories about kingship and the Warlords of her dear town. Never in her thoughts, did she imagine what nature had in store for her. She was cultured and her good nature reflected like the sunny rays of a glowing sun. Continue reading
Babysitting children can be interesting, fun and also daunting. Yes, it comes with some level of intimidation from the children because most of them are smart especially the very active ones. Children from the ages of three years can be quite energetic and always have opinions for almost everything. They bombard you with unimaginable questions which must be answered satisfactorily, at least to them. If you are a parent, I’m sure you’d be conversant with the point I’m trying to make here. Continue reading