Ryta Abiodun

Iye

You call me ‘Chem.’ A special name just for me! I have a memory of you spanking me just twice. Those two things you spanked me for, I never repeated. You barely give me chance to call you as you would call a minimum of five times a week. They always...

The Fulcrum

I still remember the feeling I use to have when I am bracing to jump the rope during skipping game (las las, as we normally call it). The feeling when the count is ongoing, and I am calculating when to jump in without getting caught by the rope...

Keep growing

One of the things I hated as a child was wearing oversized shoes and clothes. I just didn’t like the way the stuffed tissue papers hurt my feet. I told myself that I will not make my children wear oversized stuff just because they were kids. I...

Safe space

Summer break is almost coming to an end. Such relief! Teachers can gladly have their kids back to school. I still wonder how teachers in KG and lower primary do it. They are the real heroes! This long break, my son’s energy level has been over the...

He for she – celebrating fathers

Yesterday, I saw a funny photo of two women carrying placards. One says – ‘stop celebrating Father’s Day’ and the other reads, ‘fathers don’t deserve to be celebrated.’ I could not help but laugh but I am sure they were not making jokes. I had a...

Retrospect

In recent years, whenever my birthday is approaching, I feel a sense of trepidation. I question myself a lot. One question that I never cease to ask myself regularly is, ‘Ryta, what exactly are you spending the currency of your life on?’...

Dear Mother!

Today is Mother’s Day and two Sundays ago was International Women’s Day. I took time out to celebrate the mothers and women in my life for their labour over me. I do not take their love for granted at all, especially my biological mum. I...

Empathy

I have been mulling over the meaning of empathy and pray to gain deeper insight into the subject.  I will like to approach empathy from two perspectives – looking away from self and  connecting with the feelings and dispositions...

Marking Anniversaries

Sometime last week, one of my elder sisters marked her 10th wedding anniversary.  It called for celebration indeed and then a big question ensued in the process; “what is 10th anniversary called?” Until that time, I have never looked...

Once Upon a Hen and Her Chicks

I had a beautiful experience this evening.  I left my house to quickly get something close by. Walking down the street and taking in the evening breeze, my attention was drawn to a frenzy flapping and agitation of a hen. When I drew closer and...