Tales by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa With the spliced rhythm of tribal Africa, with the pulse, and raw hide cloak of riddles, with the drizzling monsoon on lemon grass, with the serene river songs of the canaries, with the dim light of the oil lamps, I reflect on the times when under the tropical moon fierce...
The Hague, July 2011 Imagine this: Its Monday morning in the official headquarters and I’m in the ‘war room’, surrounded by uber-tech computer screens, sitting around a large wood-panelled table. My entire body finds solace in a soft, black leather swivel chair and I sink in, armed for another work week. Chit and chatter fill...
We fell into bed just after 8pm in Bedroom 2 of our transit house, exhausted by the day’s events. While the day was not dotted with drama, it had been a long one for us all – the first day of school for the three children, and the first time in all the schooling years...
Nigeria, we hail thee, Our own dear native land, Though tribe and tongue may differ, In brotherhood we stand, ….. Nigeria may be blessed. Nigeria We Hail Thee (1960) by Lillian Jean Williams In Jesus name, Amen.
This month for our International ? Incident party, we made dumplings. And we celebrated a few birthdays: Mardi of ELTW Divina Pe of Sense & Serendipity Shirley of Enriching your kid Pam of My Man’s Belly Evelyne of Cheap Ethnic Eatz Happy birthday to you all and many, many, many more International ? Incidents!
…I love Celeriac! Serious. Weird right? How can I adore Celeriac and not worship Celery? Quite easily. I hate the lingering oniony smell with celery and the strong after taste…and though Celeriac has the same smell, it is a much lighter fragrance with a less powerful smell. Plus it hints at Celery but rather than...
So, now that Sinterklaas is come and gone….at least till December 5th, I can get on with my life. And my Thanksgiving offerings. With joy too…because I found my sausage. Yes, serious. I bought it at the Italian stall at the Eten & Drinken 2010…and left it there. And I was a tad bit upset....
