Thank God it’s Monday. I hope you had a lovely weekend. Today, I will be sharing Episode 4 of our current series, “The Day I Will Never Forget,” where Ezekiel’s suspicious mother gets involved.
Happy September in advance.
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“Sharon has come again with some aso ebi related rant!”
I know that’s what you’re thinking. Oya, deny it!
Ehen. Didn’t think so.
But, here’s the truth: This post has been sitting in my draft folder for over a year and e don taya me to dey see am every time. So today, it got promoted from “Draft” to “Published.”
Somebody shout Hallelujah! Give Jesus a wiper!
*vigorous wiping commences*
Oya, sit down and let’s talk.
You see this picture of Party Jollof Rice? Does it make you hungry? It made me v-e-r-y hungry. Have I successfully tortured you with images of food on an empty or close-to-empty stomach?
I’ll take that as a “Yes.”
I hope you had a fantastic weekend. Mine was okay. I can’t complain.
Here’s Part 3 of the current series, “The Day I Will Never Forget.”
It’s Chubby Cheek Monday! Lol! Not really.
How was your weekend? I hope you got loads of rest, like me.
Here’s Part 2 of The Day I Will Never Forget.
Have a great week!
We all knew about the rabbits. It was not a secret. Every student in my Primary 3 class – 5, 6, 7 year olds just like me – was aware that Miss Agbo, our class teacher, absolutely loved rabbits.
The first clue was the picture alphabet chart celotaped to one of the orange walls of our classroom. It was the first thing that caught your eye when you walked into class, an eruption of colors contrasting with the blackboard, which took up a sizeable portion of the wall in front of the class.
The presence of the alphabet chart was ironic; we were all well past the age of learning our A-B-Cs, and in fact, anyone who didn’t know at age 6 that “A” was for “Apple” was considered a “D”: Dunce. Or “O”: Olodo, the more pathetic, local and certainly more humiliating term for a dunce. Borrowed from Yoruba, of course.
But what was a picture alphabet chart doing in a Primary 3 classroom?
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I have missed blogging! Hopefully, you missed me too. Believe me, I did not plan to stay away this long. It just happened.
Enough with the whining. Read More
Stella strolled into the grocery store, one hand clutching the cell phone glued to her left ear, while the other hand fiddled with the contents of her handbag.
Where was the list?
Rummaging among receipts of past purchases and other pieces of paper, she finally emerged triumphant. In her right hand, she held the prize: a short, handwritten list of items she absolutely had to buy that evening.
Not that she couldn’t remember three basic items without a list. Far from it. But for whatever reason, writing it down, just the process alone, all that fuss made the goal a little more special: a home-cooked meal of plantain pottage with bits of nchuawun* added to give it a little something extra.
In place of nchuawun, or ahimu as some people called it, which was clearly unavailable in this small town, she would have to make do with basil. This pottage recipe was one a friend had sent her earlier in the week, after Stella had casually mentioned that April was her “month of plantain.”
“What do you mean?” Etunu had asked in disbelief. “Other people are declaring that April is their month of supernatural abundance, but na plantain you dey face. Why?”
Stella chuckled and her reply was: Read More