In the last two weeks, each time I step out of the house, I find myself humming this rhyme I’ve known probably as long as I could say my own name: All things bright and beautifulAll creatures great and smallAll things bright and wonderfulThe Lord...

I read a story about a remarkable campaign run by five sisters in the mid-13th century BCE. This happened at a time when women were almost literally invisible in society.Their message was simple – give us equal rights to inherit land just like...

Going through the books of Exodus, Leviticus, and Numbers (soon to reach Deuteronomy) has made me appreciate Moses’ meekness even more with a renewed understanding. Through my study, one trait I’ve come to admire and respect in Moses is his...

When I read in the news last week that the Netherlands would return 113 looted Benin Bronzes to Nigeria, it made me smile – teary. We can’t change history, nor can we rewrite it, but we can learn from it and take decisive actions not to repeat the...

This has become a regular phrase in my home in the last two months. I’ll confess, play is hard work (at least for me). I take things a bit too seriously, but as a mum of two growing boys, I make plan for play and just be silly. My older isn’t too...

One of the chores I enjoy taking off my husband’s plate once a month is taking our children to the barbershop for a haircut. It has become a first-Sunday-of-the-month evening routine. The barbershop we often visit has a couple of barbers, and...

Sunday, June 16, was another day to celebrate Fathers. It’s possible that my opinion is skewed because honestly, I am a spoiled girl when it comes to fathering. I have never at any time been without the loving and tender care of a father(s). ...

Iye, I just wanted you to know that I am doing well. Since you went to be with the Lord, a lot has happened in the family. Amongst many is the addition of two grandchildren to the family tree – one from Sam and the other from Pat. I am sorry...

Towards the end of last year, a quiet protest started in the home, “mum, why do we have to eat rice and stew on Sundays?” It was answered with rolled eyeballs the first few times. Finally, I returned the challenge, “yes, you are right, why do we...

I won’t shape myself Neither will the world shape me Master, make me Porter, mold I will remain in your hands, Master Porter I will remain in your hands, Master Porter I have been humming this song and searching for the original music but yet to...