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- 07/19/17--11:15: _Fly on the wall
- 07/20/17--11:33: _Wherever I lay my hat
- 07/21/17--12:00: _Drinks with friends
- 07/22/17--08:13: _Adventures in schoo...
- 07/22/17--08:17: _No school? No problem.
- 07/23/17--12:46: _A dish called me
- 07/24/17--09:07: _G.L.i.B – bed: In l...
- 07/25/17--12:37: _A friend in need…
- 07/26/17--11:59: _Back to school
- 07/27/17--12:31: _In alphabetical order
- 07/19/17--11:15: Fly on the wall
- 07/20/17--11:33: Wherever I lay my hat
- 07/21/17--12:00: Drinks with friends
- 07/22/17--08:13: Adventures in school run
- 07/22/17--08:17: No school? No problem.
- 07/23/17--12:46: A dish called me
- 07/24/17--09:07: G.L.i.B – bed: In less than 24hours
- 07/25/17--12:37: A friend in need…
- 07/26/17--11:59: Back to school
- 07/27/17--12:31: In alphabetical order
Who was going to be there again? Femi. Anthony. Timi. Ochuko. Olu. He ran the list through his mind, then sighed. Already half – dressed in his under shirt and boxers, he lowered his body onto the bed behind him. His brown pair of moccasins waiting by the edge of it. Did he want to spend the night listening to Femi yap endlessly about his various trips around the globe? Or Ochuko’s subtle and not – so subtle display of his wealth? What about Anthony and his uncontrollable drinking habit, and the lousy talk that results from it? Dare rose from the bed and continued dressing up again. As long as Olu was around, it wouldn’t be night of just drinks, demonstrative loud talk and raucous laughter. Of all his friends, time in Olu’s presence always made him better than before. Although his Mr. Know -It – All attitude could rub his friends the wrong way. But hadn’t he proved himself right time and again? For Olu’s wisdom, he was willing to endure the rest of his pals during a Friday night out. Besides, he needed the de – stressing the time would offer; it had been a hectic work week.[...]
Another academic year came to an end last week. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or upset. Would I miss the daily movement that is school run, as well as everything else surrounding it? While it’s not a chore I dislike, I certainly do not eagerly look forward to carrying it out either. The morning ride fits right into my schedule of early rising and workout routine. In fact, before I started driving the children to school, the return trip was a form of exercise; a brisk 15 – 20 minute walk. Not anymore though. Shaun T. has replaced that with a more , vigorous, all – encompassing one. I suppose I’m pondering about this at this particular time because looming ahead is, at least , an eight-week hiatus from daily mornings and afternoons school runs. The long holidays are here again , and the children are understandably ecstatic. School has suddenly become a distant memory until whenever. Nevertheless, the school run routine will always constitute part of the school year. This was no different, bringing adventures and fun along. Too many screens, not enough time With all the screens available to children[...]
The long vacation. That’s what we called it back then. Almost three months of no school, no homework, no early rising. Pure, unadulterated fun. Now it is referred to as the Summer Holidays. In Nigeria?! Where half of the year the sun’s blazing down blisteringly and during the ‘Summer Holidays’, it’s wet, wet, wet which it right about now and has been for a while. And like some parents, I used to dread the advent of the school holidays. Long ones. Short ones. They were all the same to me – no school for the children. No more peace in the house. How do I engage these ever – active, ever- active, no – siesta little humans while ensuring I had time to work, to think, to plan, to live…? Going to school, I believe, is not only a place where they learn but also another safe area to play, meet friends, eat and indulge in peer activities. Another definition of school fees is a stipend paid to keep my children away from me while I work and sort out life’s issues…and breath too in their absence. Don’t get me wrong. I love my little recruits and want them around[...]
When I began my master’s program, I was excited at the prospect. Half way through, I was cursing the fact that I walked into the uber stressful situation with my eyes open. The excitement was gone, firmly replaced by the reality of classes, lecturers, assignments, late nights, etc all combined with a full – time job and planning for my wedding. I couldn’t wait to complete the darn thing! Who would have thought, after that experience and a decade later, I wouldn’t be averse to going back to school for more studies?! While it’s still in the just-a-thought stage, it’s something worth considering deeply. What would I focus on if I go back for further studies? Interestingly I’ve dabbled in various subjects that I’d prefer not to venture into once more. There was the one year stint in music with hopes to become a maestro on the keyboard, and the very brief and exciting time in Francais classes. Three months learning Spanish was equally magnifico. But languages are a part of me, I never stop practicing. Fashion design featured many moons ago and how could I forget that period of drama classes and my dream to become a stage director? Writing[...]
All Didi wanted was some breakfast. Bread, mildly toasted and still soft. Covered with garlic dressing and diced boiled eggs. Divided up into quaint triangles. Eaten with chilled mango juice and some peace. Far from it! Grr, her little son announces his arrival. Hi mum, his sister is a little more audible. Is than a sandwich? Just go and play, Didi groaned inwardly. Knowing her plans would come to naught with these two around. Let’s go, her son yells suddenly.