Last week, I was watching Pointless - a TV game show - and the host in his usual manner, asked a lady to introduce herself. “My name is XYZ. I'm from ABC.” “What do you do XYZ?” “I'm a homemaker. I guess that's a profession too.” She laughed. “A homemaker?” The host asked sarcastically. “Uhumm” … Continue reading What do you make?
I mounted my motorcycle to make my way back home. My job was done for the day, or rather night. I longed to collapse upon my fluffy bed. The cool early morning breeze blew against my hair and caressed my cheeks. The clock had barely struck five. At the bus stop, I noticed her - … Continue reading The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.
I also get confused about this thing called purpose. One minute I'm like “Eureka! This is it!” And the next, I'm like: What should I do next? Is this where I'm supposed to be? I hope I'm not stuck? What am I supposed to be doing? So, after this, what next? Is this really it? … Continue reading The puzzle of purpose.
Who is a teacher? A teacher is a trainer A leader, a mentor A teacher is a guide A guard, a pointer A teacher would have been a carpenter but chose to drill in knowledge like nail to wood. A teacher would have been a tailor but chose to weave wisdom like thread to cloth. … Continue reading Celebrating World Teachers’ Day.
My grandmother is an avid story teller. She has the gift of describing events in a way that you get the perfect picture. As such, I love listening to her stories. One day, mama came back from the farm fatigued and stressed. She laid down the bag that was half filled with freshly harvested maize … Continue reading Stories my grandmother told me.