I have never loved washing burnt pots and I am not ashamed to admit. I have also noticed my daughter does not like washing them either. In her words, “mummy”, this soggy rice can make one puke”.My response – “that is just food soaked with water, mbok wash it”. I am happy that I am the chief supervisor and not the other way round. I for hear ‘wee’. Recently, I made this same confession of my aversion for washing dirty…
Today, we had our Monthly Performance Review (MPR) via Microsoft office team and it was a long meeting. As the meeting progressed, the public power supply went off, after a while the inverter went off too and I was in partial darkness with sparse lighting from the window close by. My ever loving 3-year-old, ran through the hallway and saw me seated in the dark area with a laptop and Ear plug on; then the following conversation below ensued:…
Today, I woke up to breakfast in bed. Some slices of bread with fried egg with a cup of my recently discovered tea – lemon+ginger, a glass of fruit smoothie and a finger of banana. Haaa! As the tea settled on my bedside table, I yawned, stretched and smiled sheepishly at my chef ‘husband’. My hand spontaneously went for the tea, as the strong scent was simply irresistible and had recently made it to my ‘food crush’ list. However, my…
Working from home this past week with my crew close by have taught me a few tips at being productive while engaging my trio. In my characteristic way, I want to share. #icantkeepsilence. I consistently strive to maximize every opportunity life brings my way. The ‘stay home, stay safe’ maxim has afforded us an early holiday and ample family time. So since hubby and I still have to work, we planned out an easy routine for the kids. Implementing this…
The bond between a mother and her son can only be explained by the Creator who in His infinite wisdom made such relationship unique. I share such a beautiful bond with my soon to be 4 years old, he ceaselessly compliments my cooking, dressing, hairdo and nails. Yesterday, he asked to accompany me to change my nail paint and even suggested what colour he would love my nail painted with. I can’t remember telling him of any plan to visit…
Today, I woke to the brightness of the sun rays, I struggled out of the bed and knelt to pray before my day commenced. I still recite my prayers because my brain has been so wired from childhood. Besides, my mama always says it’s the best way to begin the day. I know the recitation is only a routine as I doubt the Father of Light even listens to my mumbling. These days, I find great solace at the window…
Recently, I boarded a tricycle (Keke) and had an interesting conversation with the rider. Before the trip began, the rider, an amputee successful convinced me to be his only passenger so he could drop me close to my destination, I obliged and we negotiated on the best fare for the distance. We got stuck at a price and he tried unsuccessfully to convince me to accept his proposed fare. So he decided to employ what I…
Life is truly in stages! Some years back I had vehemently opposed any form of ‘schooling’ during the long school holiday, especially the different variations that commences at the beginning or the middle of the long vacation. I always held onto the belief that three terms are long enough in a school session to impart every form of knowledge and fun. As such, the long vacation should all be about rest, play and fun activities. Now, at the stage of…
Three weeks ago, I took my kids to the amusement park to commemorate the children’s day celebration. It was fun filled, exciting and memorable. We were accompanied by another family who caught on the desire to give the kids a memorable children’s day present; so we had a handful of children whose delightful squeals ignited the air with contagious excitement. As soon as we arrived the park, the children ran into the sprawling arena with its welcoming sights. It was…
At the end of each work day, I look forward to my journey home with joy and a smile on my face. The memory of the welcoming arms of my ‘3 man squad’ rouses a chuckle and the attendant expected drama makes my heart warm and long to be home as quickly as possible. Once I drive in, my crew will chorus ‘mummy welcome’ with excited voices right from the window and then six arms will eagerly wait their turn to give…
