As it is the culture of most Nigerian homes to dine with chicken during xmas period, well, ours weren’t different. My dad got two but the other was just a little lad of a chicken as we nurse hope of killing it on Easter. We killed the other and believe me, the taste was divine cause i cooked it myself. I could still perceive the tempting aroma as i write and with every gulp, i savour it. Continue reading “The painful story of Chicky”
I woke up this morning feeling so tired and sluggish; doubtlessly because i slept late the previous night. What contrived this morning a sad one was the barking of my neighbour’s dog, Jimmy.
I woke up to the feeling of a warm sensation upon my face. Slowly opening my eyes, it shut itself back cause the light was too powerful to wield. Yawn overtook me, stretching my jaws as weakness of the previous night exhale itself. My sources of inspiration for the day were quite filled up.
After a hectic and stressful day, I caught an unusual ray peeping into my room through the delicate linen curtain. Perhaps saying good evening as I watch in anticipation. I drew closer to my window, allowing the rays cling to me. The feeling was inspiratic. The warmness enveloped the inner me causing joy to take over.