CHILDREN DON’T FORGET

I knew an uncle when I was young; he used to come from Lagos. Everybody who came from Lagos then was like an angel to me, not because Lagos was spectacular or anything (I started Primary School there myself) but because the coming of an uncle from Lagos could have only meant one thing, gifts….

CLOTHES AND CHRISTMAS

According to my parents, I was born in Ibadan on a visit to grandma (on my paternal side). It was a week to Christmas and the folks had gone to Ibadan to pick her. As fate would have it, mum went into labour and I was born. Ever since then, grandma had been my fairy…

A LETTER TO MY SON

Dear Son, I am sad to tell you that your paternal grandfather died before I met your mother; a once in a lifetime grandfather to have; he died at war against injustice and tyranny. Rejoice my son, away with those furrows crossing your brows, there is an advanced copy of him; me. I only pray…