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Little Power People part 2.

Akindiji Olateru married late. His first child Omoyeni was about the age of the last children of his contemporaries that is if they had many children. Well, age is one thing, maturity is another. That boy had proven to be a man. Shortly after Omoyeni finished his secondary school education, he, Akindiji fell ill. For three and a half years Omoyeni took care of him as they moved from hospital to hospital in search of a cure. It was also a financially rough time yet the boy was a pillar managing everything and everyone. He was so efficient that his mother could stay back and take care of his two younger sisters. Akindiji remembered the day he apologized to his son for disrupting his education. He lay on the sickbed weak and in pains. Omoyeni held his hands and smiled. “Daddy don’t worry” he said. “I can always get a degree anytime. Let me take care of you. Of what use will it be flaunting a certificate and living with a guilty conscience as to whether …

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Little Power People.

Segun was proud of his father. No, he was proud of his father’s house. I mean, how many of his father’s contemporaries and status could boast of a house how much more two! The first one, the family house is on the outskirts, far from town. A two-bedroom bungalow. The one here in town is very close to the university and has many tenants. What an edifice! It is a bungalow of ten face to face rooms. Caretaker. Landlord. Landlord’s son. Potential landlord. Call him whatever you like. His father entrusted the care of the house to him and a room for his accommodation. This responsibility, Segun handled with an iron fist. “This unifasity boys cannot come hia and do anyhow. Did their fada build house? I’m not a student like dem but I give dem house. Am I not senior?” Thus, if it so happened that your hostel is …

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Ivana.

Ivana was a most beautiful child. It was in her eyes. Her gaze was sharp but soft, pleasant and discerning. When your eyes met hers, she locked you in, in a way that touched your core. Adure beamed with pride over her daughter. In her, she saw the sister she never had, and vowed that they would be best friends. Chidubem loved …

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The Journey.

Dear reader, Welcome. This blog is a picture of what has been, and what will be. Since September 2015, for most Thursdays I sent out tips on food and food related issues to my contacts on whatsapp and Facebook as an advertising strategy for my foods business.  Therein, I rediscovered my passion for writing and creating wholesome, educative and entertaining content. Today, we are here. The story continues. Food. Food issues. Lifestyle. Fiction (yes fiction!). Enjoy our first story- Ivana. Wishing you a food-filled life, D. A.

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