Recently, I had the privilege of watching a friend’s daughter take her first steps in growing to become an independent young lady. Said daughter is about 8/9 years old and of course has been and still is under the protective wings of eagle-eyed dad!
We had just come out from church and on our way to the car park, when dad remembered he had planned to buy his kids some McDonalds. We were now standing at the corner of McKee Dees and he had already sent off the older one on his very own to the local sports shop. Time for some independence day event, season 1, episode 1, for the younger daughter. Continue reading
This snowy second weekend of December is my mama’s birthday! Almost 6 decades on this planet earth. It’s not a joke! And yes, she’s really a Director of Education in Lagos State but I bet if you saw her, she wouldn’t strike you as one. I have to confess that I myself didn’t believe it at first. I assumed my brother was just Continue reading
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