Thursday’s Child

If I were born to parents of Akan descent in Ghana, my name would have been Yaa as a Thursday born child. It’s also interesting that certain milestones in my life fell on a Thursday, I started secondary school on a Thursday, wrote PostUme exams on a Thursday and on the fourth Thursday in September of 2022, a six-hour flight changed my life.

Ordinary Love.

I haven’t written in a while, I guess it’s time to exercise the writing muscles as I have a lot of writing in my near future.

ORDINARY LOVE

I’m writing this with that song playing on a loop in the background, and I am finding memories I’d forgotten. You said your memory isn’t great and I whose memory is fabulous; it is I who had forgotten the biggest thing. I forgot all about love.

Let’s Go!

Can you remember the first time you left your country? It’s impossible for me to remember because I’ve been travelling since I was five years old, going to new countries sometimes five times a week or even more often.

First of All…

I found a book at work (new job) and it was a book I’d heard about for years, had seen it in several stores and with several people but had never deigned to read it. During my interview, my boss handed it to one of the interns. The plan was for them to have a copy of the book to read. Seeing this piqued my interest, but I forgot about it. When I resumed work and was looking for a certain item, I found the book and I decided to read it. 

Longish Road to Love…

I called my cousin this afternoon, with great joy she told me she passed JAMB along with her elder brother. When I came to Benin to write PUME, she was a newborn while her brother was a tiny toddler who rolled his tongue when he cried. I couldn’t be prouder of both of them, two smart teenagers with calm heads on their shoulders.

Dear God, It’s Me.

Dear God,

It’s hard sometimes to remember this love.

When life is hard, when nothing works and the darkness swirls around my soul threatening to shut off the light. I stumble in the grey, wishing for a miracle, hoping that you remember me.

Burdened…

Kosarachi set the tray down in precise angles, the edge of the tray was perpendicular to the breadth of the table, the two plates exactly equidistant from the outer rim of the tray. Chikezie’s heart rate sputtered as he drew closer to the table. This could only mean one thing, Kosarachi wanted something.

Carter Bridge Adventures.

When I was a child, I loved going to the market with my mother, it wasn’t until my second year at Uniben when I went to Uselu market with Rosemary that I understood why some people hated going to the market with their mother.

Love Language Palava

Nearly thirty years ago, Gary Chapman wrote and published a book titled “The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate”. The book has since become a bestseller (has been on NYT list non-stop for over a decade) and has become a cornerstone in Christian marriage counselling.

Roll-Over October

October is rolling over while November’s eager to replace it. I hope it’s better than October was, it had better be much better. It would be nice if November came with plenty blessings and rewards for the efforts of months gone by, wouldn’t it? Can I hear an Amen in the house?