Stressed Desserts

Recently I went out for dinner with my family (or should I say part of) to an ethnically-diverse buffet-style restaurant in the city centre. Just as we were enjoying the ambience and eating for the next 3 days, I looked up towards the section that had all the sweet stuff lined up waiting to top up or top off the already indulgent food consumption. See the picture below? Do you see what I see? No, look again and really see. Be inspired by the title of this post and think outside the box. Do you see it now? No? Continue reading

Have the Half Time

We interrupt the SS series to bring you some thoughts for the holidays, especially if we’re wearing similar shoes!

A friend of mine did some mathematical stats on the number of hours teachers work compared to ‘normal’ workers like you non-teachers. You can read it here (if the link does not work for you, holla and I’ll copy and paste it at the bottom of this post). The summary of the post is that teachers generally have an equivalent of 2 weeks of holidays per year, so be nice to your teacher friends, eh!!

So I had my first half term break for this academic year some weeks back and I was determined not to let the break break away from me nor allow myself coast through it but be productive – feed my mind, body, soul and spirit. This mindset kept me in action mode and I maintained, give or take half an hour, my sleep routine. I was exhausted by the week leading to the break, getting out of the bed needed a good portion of self-talk! But get out I did! Continue reading

WooMan

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

the art of being Home – Hospital

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