So here I was at this training event and met up with a dear friend from Loughborough which was lovely. I soon learnt a guy I might know from same base was also at this event. I recognised the name but wasn’t sure as my friend didn’t have as much of him as I had. Anyway, my suspect was confirmed that morning and I did in fact know him from before. Continue reading
“So what did Virgin [trains] say?”
“That I have to send them my tickets for them to process the refund.”
“Okay, check the [paper recycle] bin at home, it should still be there.”
Nope! I have not started looking for scraps in bins nor have I (thank You Jesus!) Continue reading
“Aww you two make a lovely couple!”
“I love the way you and your husband dance in church, moving in the same direction.”
“You look a lot like your husband.”
“Is this your other half?”
“How long have you two been married?” Continue reading
Pre-P.S.: listening to Synesthesia (by Bethel Music) while reading this, helps.
And there is this lady where I work. She cleans. Last year she cleaned on the first floor. This year she was moved up to clean on the second floor. I work on the second floor. She cleans morning and evening. I see her everyday, almost. She has a great smile. Always asks how I am doing. And it feels genuine – the smile stays on. She gave me a contact for taming my ‘fro. As she wields the mop stick and handles the cleaning cloth, the smile stays. Sometimes I hear her sing. Just writing this is making me emotional. I want to hug her. I want to paint a lovely picture of her. Why? Continue reading
E don dey look like this na the last in my chronicles of the art of being Home – number 5 in this series. I think I’ve milked enough from these past weeks, the rest are under lock & key . . . at least till further notice. You can read the previous ones here, here, here and here.
The devil is a liar! So before I travelled back home, on my way back from visiting with a friend Continue reading
This post is the 4th in ‘the art of being Home’ series, but with more pictures.
A major one of my reasons for going Home was to visit my home town a.k.a place of origin = the village to see where my dad was laid to rest. After a bit of stalling, tbh, I bought our air tickets to travel about 2/3 days before the planned departure. I was avoiding paying the online transaction fees but after I’d reserved the flights online and visited two banks to make payment in person but wasn’t successful, na to just ‘chest’ the ~N3000 extra and pay on the online.
So off we went with Air Peace and arrived peacefully!
I haven’t been to the village since Christmas 1994! Too long to be honest but life happened to my family and we kids just didn’t go after that apart from my parents. We met with one of my uncles and his family. I saw the burial place, arranged to have the place cleaned and just chilled. Surprisingly, I didn’t cry, maybe because I was with my brother and mum. I laughed and was cheerful all the time.
I plucked guavas from the trees in the yards – two varieties;
broke palm kernels with hammer and stone;
and harvested a bunch of unripe plantain as my souvenir back to Lagos, then to the UK – mum insisted!! I complained to my uncle that UK unripe plantain never ripens in my hand but just shrivels. But this one was different – it was organic, pesticide-free and very natural, and ripens!
My dear brother decided to do a iron-man with shoes only. It was really funny!
After visiting home, we went to visit one of my dad’s lands; took pictures and headed for the capital – Owerri, drove around the city and went to a restaurant – ate Ofe Owerri (Soup of Owerri). Why it was more expensive than the other types of soups – a local cuisine more expensive than foreign ones, without importation or customs or shipping or storage fees. Only in Owerri!
But it was really nice being HOMe and seeing family and places I hadn’t seen in years! Hopefully I’ll do that more often especially as there are at least 5 flights everyday from Lagos to Owerri!