Its past noon and the skies are pounding Pounding hard with rain Yet it was just this morning that I Welcomed the Harmattan Crisp, dry, foggy too The promise of warmth…. …..only underneath thick blankets and cardigans Best had with books and tea Our Nigerian winter But it never rains Never rains in Harmattan season...
Not a single thing has changed. The office is the same – the carpets are still on the wall. The sandwich shop is now a hub: re-designed with upstairs seating. The coffee shop still serves baby cappuccinos, my delight – milky with only a hint of coffee. I ignore the cakes, delicious as they look....
One man’s goodbye is another one’s hello. This month, my favorite things span two continents, thousands of miles apart, but places I’ve called home, back to back. I pay tribute… to the discoveries I made in the last hours of our stay in the Netherlands and share some of the things I love about Nigeria. The Bankastraat...
A throne is only a bench, covered in velvet Napoleon Bonaparte ———-♥———– We just got back from a few days away in London. I especially wanted to attend a one-day seminar being organised for ‘Women in Energy’ in London plus we had public holidays in the Netherlands so we all trooped over. The seminar was...
The red thread this weekend was Thai in the whole fabric of food that was M’s visit. My friend, M. My darling friend who says ‘Food is a form of expression’ – so you can guess what the rest of the weekend involved!