Word of the Day: “‘my mother is indeed the best baby carrier’ says the baby.” – see explanation https://youtube.com/shorts/2f_QaIS0F7I?feature=share. Ugandan Proverb.
Today in history in 1931, “Economists are tabulating the cost on East Africa of the Great Depression, which has caused price drops, company failures and unemployment worldwide. In 1930, Uganda’s exports fell to £2.1 million, from £4.3 million in 1929. The price of maize is down one-third from 1928; sisal’s price is down one-quarter, and the price of hides is down one-fifth; beans are down by 50%.”- Reference: Africa Today Yesterday
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HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY
It’s been more than 3 decades she birthed me.
Three and a half decades of sweat, labour, worry
Will he grow, will he survive? Will he be man?
Living through the years with bated breath
Like in labour, will this baby come? Continue reading MOTHER: My 1st Telegram to You by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi →
I know this much about you; that you are human just like I am. That we have never met is true but knowing with all certainty that you are out there makes me feel like there is a companion going through life with me. I address this letter to you because, in a way, we are the same – life-fellows with questions that linger deep within our hearts with a tenacity that defies evasion. Questions pertinent about what the next step in our drifting existence ought to be; questions ceaselessly demanding from us what to life our attitude should be. Stranger though you are, yet a companion so dear.
I know very well there are moments you are reduced to sighs and gasps, because such moments exist for me, too. That you have many times grieved and mourned I have no doubt, for that, again, is a necessary life-fare that guarantees our companionship. Continue reading DEAR STRANGER, a love letter by Adejuwon Grace Oluwawemimo →
I became a father one dusty, quiet harmattan morning precisely on February 17th 1998. I was going on thirty, and as my wife was led into the labor room I felt a surge of inexplicable pride, little did I know the events that would unfold; that I would experience a turnaround in my spiritual existence never occurred to me.
Nothing had prepared me for the admixture of trauma and joy I experienced that morning. Felicia never complained about any excessive abdominal pain nor was there any warning from the doctor that the birth would be difficult. I was awakened around 3:00 am in the morning by the sounds of Felicia groaning and holding her lower Continue reading FATHERHOOD a short fiction by Olakunle Sanusi →
Screwing Hardknots with a Smile
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