On Reading


In recent times, a large number of articles and essays have tried to capture the essence and the joys of reading. You know, the experience of lounging on a chair, with legs outstretched on a wooden stool, with a book opened, totally absorbed in the world being painted by the brush-stroke of words. In truth, that got me thinking. What does reading mean to me? And just how much of a place does it have in my life? Continue reading “On Reading”


Like A Mother

Ijeebi makes understanding motherhood easier for me. I understand how a mother feels about her baby’s movements—how she celebrates the little things like a smile, a cry, a chuckle and a frown. Things that are ordinary but show and spell miracles. Ije-ebi is a month old and with more than 3000 hits and visiting, I am, now, a mother fascinated with simple things. Whether, adopted or biological, I cannot tell but I can say— this is my child and I am proud of her.
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