by Dada | Dec 2, 2020 | Musings and Impressions
When a child is not ready … It was my mother who predicted it one day. She looked at my feet which were swollen beyond recognition and watched my shallow breathing. Then with a strange look in her eyes, she stated, “There’s more than one child in that belly of yours.”...
by Dada | Oct 11, 2020 | Musings and Impressions
Sparkling Clean Pots She is scrubbing her cooking pots…, … which is something she has done for a large part of her life. The soft scuffle of the steel wool on the aluminum surface. The slight heat caused by the friction of her hand moving back and forth on a stubborn...
by Dada | Jul 6, 2020 | Musings and Impressions
Tracing Chalk Doors O, hello there stranger! Hello, you fascinating passerby who so randomly wandered by my home. It’s incredible how life brought you here today of all days. I also find it remarkable how among millions and millions of paths and courses, yours and...
by Dada | Jan 7, 2020 | Musings and Impressions
Beloved cactus I am a creature of the shade.I thrive in a place of gentleness and care. I live under the shade where I can access nourishment and water. I live in the quiet warmth of moderation where the heat is mild, and the cold doesn’t bite. Read more Where...
by Dada | Sep 1, 2019 | Musings and Impressions
The Beaded Necklace. Koku received the last-minute phone invitation from one of her sisters. She had a lot of them, sisters, because her parents made children together and made children with other partners before and after their marriage. They gave her many sisters...
by Dada | Jul 29, 2019 | Musings and Impressions
Speak, Child! This is my story, told by my aunt Lulu who knew me from the day I was born. Babies and young children were bathed in basins in my family. Hot water would be poured into the basin, followed by cold water. Read more This is my story, told by my aunt...