Writing On Sand

A recent event made me remember an incident that happened when I used to be a Sunday school children teacher. I was just 18 years old and I was the Head of the Children Department in my church and the only one managing the baby and older children class. After a while, an assistant came in, a Hausa mother, who would tell me ‘Toh, Mummy children (my assigned name) you dey try with these children oh”. After a while she left and another woman  came. 

And It Came To Pass…It Was Not A Lonely Christmas

  ‘Tis the Season of Joy. Our Saviour is born. Christ is born, a King is born. Merry Christmas Y’all.

This is the first Christmas I’ll spend alone in my house. I came home to spend my Christmas and take care of our poultry in the absence of my mum who decided to jet out and leave me *sob*.

What Do You Mean?

*Clears cyber cobwebs* I know it’s been a while -in blog world that’s like for eternity- I have been here. Sometimes, life happens and you just have to take some time off.  I have been getting feedback on some of my blog posts, requests to write more and questions about why I stopped blogging.