Au revoir (or goodbye….)

Last couple of weeks have been great; seeing friends & #Family; #lazydays & doing things the Nigerian way (people waiting on me, despite my resistance etc.), and a lot of interesting & baffling sightings & observations of the way of life.

But seeing and being with my mum always tops the list.

Even though there was lots to do this trip; & I didn’t hang out with her as much as I would have liked to; going & coming home to her, has been great; & I guess comforting for her.

But of course, return I must; to making a living, to my young adults (who even though act like I am no longer needed; always end up returning to mum for one thing or another)…

That therefore means saying goodbye/au revoir …; this being hard enough with young ones/those in my age group …, but saying goodbye to my mum each time I come home is always harder; as I am always conscious (because of her age) it could be the last.

This morning’s goodbye was really tough; you see, my mum even though only 74; is in comparison to a lot of people her age, very frail. Mum insisted on walking to the car with me, but she couldn’t make it that far & had to stop in the living room – in tears she prayed for me & bid me goodbye; and the tears began to run down my face as well (as they are now that I am typing this)…

My brother also heads back tomorrow; & that’s going to be another tough goodbye…

I do hope it is au revoir and not goodbye …

Love you mum ❤


Dedication to; and Prayer for the Beautiful and Strong Woman

Someone shared this with me on whatsapp; and I think it is worthy of sharing with all the women out there who these words might resonate with; in one way or the other – God is your strength; hope it gives you a bit of an uplift, as you start the day again today


For the woman whose husband makes an “extra stop” after work every evening.

For the woman who is mourning the loss of a pregnancy that nobody else knew about.

For the woman who still leads from the front even though she’s lost inside.

For the woman who was fired for her fourth late because she has been awake for a straight week with a sick child.

For the single mom who doesn’t know how the utilities are going to stay on this month.

For the woman who has gone through 2 IVF’s and has tried for five years without success but still shows up to every baby shower for her friends.

For the woman who still hasn’t forgiven herself for the abortion that she had 20 years ago.

For the woman who has a line of judging eyes at her and her children as she counts out coins or has to put something back at the supermarket.

For the woman that opens the door to the news of her husband being killed overseas three weeks before he was to return home.

For the woman that lives with a quiet anxiety because nobody understands what you could possibly be stressed about.

For the woman that gives to her family all day- everyday and just.needs.a.break.

For the woman that smiles at strangers all day in public- but weeps silently every night.

For the woman who has wanted to end it all but found strength to carry on.

For the woman that heard the rumour about herself at church today.

For the woman sleeping next to a stranger every night.

For the woman whose genetics will never allow her to look like the ones in the magazines.

For the woman that endures one broken relationship after another because there was no father around to teach her what love looks like.

For the woman raising a fatherless daughter and praying that history doesn’t repeat itself.

For the woman who loves with all her heart who’s desperate to be loved.

For every single woman that cries in the shower so that nobody else can see. Because if you aren’t strong-nobody is.

Just because the water washes your tears doesn’t mean that you don’t cry. Just because you cry doesn’t mean that you’re not strong enough to handle it.

*Good morning, The Lord Will Always Be Our Strength*

Celebrating my very first babies; 40 years on…

Barely 10 years old, I had my first babies (not baby dolls by the way) … that was 40 years ago …

They were my baby brothers (two of them)..

My mum was unwell after the birth; so I became a mum for the first time – don’t get me wrong (this is not a sad story of there being no one else and me having to step up, as I had all the suport in the world and my mum got better after a few months), but I guess I had to do a lot more than perhaps, I would have had to, if mum had been well… but that set the tone of my relationship with those babies…

Over the years as well, as the only girl of 6 children; mum used to say to me “remember you are their mum…”

40 years on; the babies I used to mummy (who sometimes now remind me of the side pinches I gave them when teaching them maths/their times table/helping with homework 😊) are now men …

40 years on; those babies have become my friends,

40 years on; they stand taller than me,

40 years on; they have become my go-to-guys when I need to get things done,

40 years on; they are great Uncles to my children,

40 years on; the list goes on about who my very first live babies have become …

Today, 40 years on from first holding my very first babies in my arms, I celebrate the men they have become…

I am so proud to call them my baby brothers. (Ejire ar’sokun. Omo onitire)

Happy 40th birthday darlings; love you loads. 😘❤

Golden Age, Golden Love

I pray, I yearn

I yearn for the golden age,

After half a century of wanting to grow old,

I yearn for the the golden ages; made for growing young,

The years of growing young; living ones’ truth and damning the consequences; of doing (with few encumberances); of just being,

I yearn for the one who gets me; to do, be & enjoy the golden years with,

I yearn and I pray

I pray, I yearn

I pray for the one; my soulmate, my friend, my love,

The one who is the vault I hide my truth with (and vice versa), the one with whom I share and enjoy the joys of the golden ages,

I am so ready to let go…

I yearn and I pray

I pray, I yearn

For the golden age (in a few months),

With the one by my side,

For the fun and joyful years of letting go and growing young,

Carefree years again … oh how I yearn for those,

I pray and I yearn

I pray, I yearn

For my special one,

For the time we will meet,

For when we would pray, love and laugh together,

Till then, I pray your good health,

my preparedness for you (and yours for me),

I pray and I yearn

I pray, I yearn

I yearn, I pray

For the golden age and my golden love,

I pray, I yearn

Royal Wedding – Diana’s boy(s)

April 11, 2011 – Prince William married Kate – I had been working outside UK for almost a year. I clearly remember being at work in The Gambia and my Country Director (an Irish lady) & I, organising for a wide screen TV to be put in the meeting room so all those interested could watch the broadcast.

About 3 years after the wedding; in 2014 I returned back home to take up employment in the UK.

May 19, 2018 – Can you believe that today, when Princess Diana’s baby ties the knot with Megan; I am once again out of the UK on an official trip; and guess where at – The Gambia again!

Once again, missing all the ambience of the royal wedding that permeates the air in UK …. so not chuffed about that!

Harry is my favourite of Diana’s boys; mischievous & down to earth, with no airs about him… he sure does have Diana’s kind heart; & of course Megan one of my favourie Suits characters… a union between two of my favourite people … how fantastic. Wishing them both a long-lasting, blissfully happy union.

I have a front row seat to Harry & Meghan’s wedding via BBC World News in my hotel room ….

I trust Diana would be looking down on her boys today & smiling. She did a good job giving them a foundation that makes them well grounded men today… her legacy lives on in them. Continue to rest in peace Princess Diana.