The Ramblings of A Nigerian Mom

'Brotherhood of the brothers'  Vs  Uber Cute + Cuddly Owl I just saw / read about the sweet little girl who  innocently plans to sell her younger brother for $54 (in exchange for a toy owl) and I couldn't help chuckling to myself.  Little Rachel would 'sell' her brother because she wanted a toy owl and because 'something in him is wrong'. Never mind that she would later go back to the Pet Store after having her fill of the beautifully quiet and trouble-free owl to see if he is still there and possibly buy him back for $1 but just how funny is that and where in the world do these innocent thoughts and words come from? Source This sure made my afternoon and I'm just here, smiling to myself while wondering what poor little Jason would be doing in the Pet Store even though he is bound to have some really cool company in there. See those little guys up there in the first picture? They can fight for Africa...e...

I'm writing this at my break time at work amidst my cluttered desk. Sometimes, it appears as if a tornado just ravaged my work desk with the loads of unattended requests, transactions, quotes, Orders, Cards scattered all over, etc. I rather think it has less to do with having too much to do and more to do with organization, anyway. I know. You know.

She was shivering and sweating profusely as her hubby stood by wiping the beads of sweat off her fevered brow. Her brave clear eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she struggled to keep faith in line with the many verbal admonitions. As she had been doing for 5+ painfully long weeks. Bravely enduring the pain wracking her entire being with all the tubes passed into her, the thirst and hunger...muttering to herself at intervals...praying the pain would go away...praying she would walk out of that room to be with her baby...praying the administered drugs would work the required miracle...keeping faith... Faith...

Deceased I just read this on  Punch Online  and I'm tearing up right now. This sad story just re-opened the scabs of the wound my family has been dealing with in the last three months...would probably share 'my' story soon. So heartbreaking... ................................................................................................................................................................ When Omowumi Shonuga tapped her husband that her water had broken at 5 am on Thursday morning, being a sign of labour pain, anxiety took hold of him. Although he, Ayobanji Shonuga, was remotely happy that his second child was about to be born, he was as nervous as many men would be in that situation.

''Sign up for parenting, and you don't get to do any other shift(s) because that's about the only shift available''   D1: Tomorrow is our Open Day...I want mummy to come. Me: No, daddy would attend because I am going to be very busy at work. Hubby: But you know Wednesdays are usually very busy for me because I'd be in clinic throughout. Turning to the boys: Don't worry...mummy would try and come for 'your' open day, okay? Yeeeeeeesssssss...We want mummy to come...we want mummy to come.... Me: Okay, I will try. So much for reluctant commitments...muttering under my breath, mentally rolling my huge eyes as I stroll away from the trio ganging up against me.

For YOU, May the heavens smile sweetly, May the sun shine brightly, May the fields bring forth abundance, May every challenge poised to break your stride be overcome, May terror be far from you, May oppression be far removed, May November be truly happy.