I could barely contain my shock as I watched a well grown man in his right senses use an electric wire to whip a three year old. My heart broke and bled for her as I watched in horror and so helpless to stop him. I ached as the little girl wailed. Another shop owner rushed over and snatched the child from his grip stopping him from inflicting more pains on her. Tears rolled down my check and I shudder…
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“Aunty, am just pitying you O! I would have travelled since”. Amaka, my maid of 10 months said for the third time that evening. Aunty, do you know that my kindred have all travelled for Christmas since the10th of December? I decided to stay till 21st for your sake and the children… She kept chattering as she packed the bath items I had used to bath Temi that evening. I was irritated and could not ignore the “pitying” chatter, so I…
The joy of having a sibling to love and protect is one I came to understand and appreciate in a new way yesterday. I was awed by the protectiveness showed by my first daughter -Mimi over her sister – Didi. After giving Didi her morning bath, I struggled to comb through her baby curls; this made her protest with crying and also struggling. With her little fist, she tried unsuccessfully to stop me from combing her hair, her cry got…
My 30-month old daughter is in the habit of going silent when she is repeatedly cautioned. Yesterday, she was playing with a breakable flower vase when I cautioned her repeatedly. Predictably, she went silent on me. Despite my cautions, my daughter continued unperturbed at playing with the flower vase. My patience was stretched. But for her kid sister who was soundly asleep on my arm, I would have given her a good spanking. Suddenly, Michelle stopped her play, turned and…
It is known and established that children’s expense are needful and most times occur unexpectedly. This unbudgeted expense can sometimes be bigger than what a back up cash can readily cater for. As today begun, my daughter had one of those emergency needs, I was so happy that the financial plan we have in place for her could adequately provide for the need she required. The ability to cater for this emergency gave me a sense of peace and joy.…
Being an only daughter amongst four boys did not make my childhood rosy or full of attention, rather I was constantly at the lime light. I was constantly reminded to sit, eat, speak, walk and dress like a lady, this I resented. My resentment of these constant “dos and don’ts” made me behave at variant to my mother’s bidding and teachings. I just wanted to be like my brothers! I sometimes still picture that angry and frustrated look on her…
“Keep quiet! I say keep quiet! Don’t cry! You hear me?” Those words sent me hurrying to the sitting room from the balcony where I was folding the laundry. OMG! I only asked my 29 month old daughter to help calm her uneasy sister and here she was screaming at her to keep quiet. I was a bit shock, but the truth hit me and immediately too. The only way my daughter learnt to quiet a crying child was what…
The long holiday is here again! I am particularly happy as my little girl will rest from waking up so early, hurriedly having breakfast, driving to school (waiting for school bus) and other daily school “runs” (activities). I will miss her company though. We usually drive together and I greatly enjoy and cherish our morning chit chats and confessions (she usually repeats after me) ….”Today is Monday, I am happy, I am intelligent, I will play, I will eat…
I looked at my daughter today and I could not help celebrating her and as I took my pen to paper, the thoughts flowed unrestrained. My adorable little one, the first time I held you in my arms, I could never imagine what joy you would fill my world with, what laughter I would share with you nor the bond we would have. I am now imagining what a wonderful woman you will grow into. Each passing day, you make…
I felt in love with the article featured below. As I read through it, I mentally recalled my best childhood memory (am sure you will do same as you read *big smile*) R. V. Brown was the sixteenth of 17 children. As he and his siblings arrived at the dinner table, he never understood why his mother stood in the corner with a bowed head. When he was older, he learned that she was praying that the butter beans and…
