my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
the sweetest thing
last night, i spoke with my mum. there is little more comforting than the sound of a mother's reassurance; nothing more sacred than her prayers. there is a saying in my culture that a child's life goes well, as her mother speaks it so. i am thankful that my mother's words are in agreement with my path.