• Career,  Timeless Stories

    Made for More….

    I had looked forward to being a wife so much so that it seemed being one was an end in itself.  I never really saw myself as anything more than a working wife and mother.  Somewhere along the way, I put a glass ceiling on any type of ambition and fulfilling my personal dreams which are not linked to anyone else.  I stopped dreaming full stop.  It was as if I no longer existed.  There were a few false attempts but I seemed to always chug to a stop content to continue the daily cycle of work and house chores. If I had not married when I did, I would…

  • Family,  Timeless Stories

    My mother…….Bittersweet

    I am the second of six girls. My childhood was filled with memories of a mother who loved me and I loved in return. All this changed when I met Christ in my teens. My mother is supposed to be a Christian but I have never seen her attend church for a Sunday service, weekly activity or a program, the only time she went to church was for weddings or if someone told her there is a very powerful pastor somewhere who can see tomorrow more than the one who created tomorrow then she will go there to seek solution to her problems. Her faith was in witch doctors/herbalists. She…

  • Family,  Parenting

    Something To Say…

    It’s taken me a long time to get here, but there are some things I need to say….. I just want you to understand the impact you’ve had in my life; I hope you know that I am the woman I am today mainly because of the woman you are. Wow! As I am sat here trying to put my pen to paper (figuratively), I don’t even know where to start. I mean even after years of my commitment to try and understand your approach to this relationship we have, I can honestly say I don’t get it. But I’d be lying if I said I learnt nothing from it.…

  • Family,  Parenting,  Timeless Stories

    The things I never told my Mother

    Growing up for me was blissful. I had a father who would listen,  empower  and reinforce to me the fact that God fearfully and wonderfully created me. Daddy told me daily how I could be anything I wanted to be. You see, my daddy was 30 years older than my mother. He was better educated in “terms of certificates” than her and he was a greatly travelled gentleman. My mother on the flip side, was only a standard six certificate  holder, from  a more humble background but “a very intelligent woman” without the glory of “many paper certificates”.  By virtue of the gap in their background, my mother’s mantra was…

  • By Gracilis,  Family,  Parenting,  Timeless Stories

    What I never told my mum

      One of the benefits of becoming older  is that we begin to acknowledge the sacrifices our parents made; putting food on the table, shelter over our heads , giving us education as they could afford and then the part we come to appreciate later, disciplining us. While I was growing up, my mother was greatly feared by myself. Being a strong disciplinarian, she did not spare the rod at all but I would not say I was beaten unnecessarily. Most times, when I got a beating, it was well deserved. One of the beatings that still remains eternally tattooed in my memory was the one I got the first…

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