"It's not all about winning; it's about having fun." I heard my first daughter say that to her sister when they were playing a game today. It made me ponder. If life is a game, Don't we always want to win? Don't we always want to win so bad? Do we ever remember the 'fun' … Continue reading It’s not all about winning…
My second daughter has a unique behavior. She doesn't like to use the toilet in other people's homes. She could easily use the toilet at an eatery, church, school or office, but when it's another house, it's a different ballgame altogether. Yesterday, she and her elder sister went to play at their friends house. She … Continue reading What do you do with yesterday’s poop?
Yesterday. Daughter 1: Mummy, you need to have another baby and it should be a boy. Me: Why do you say that? Daughter 1: See, we're four girls in the house and daddy is the only boy. Me: Hmm.... So, that's the only reason why you want me to have a baby boy? Daughter 1: … Continue reading What makes a family ideal?
This morning, I found myself carelessly humming to the tune of this song: Climb every mountain Search high and low Follow every byway Every path you know Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow 'Till you find your dream A dream that will need All the love you can give Every day of … Continue reading Climb every mountain
Yesterday, I attended the school play and concert organized by my children’s school and watching the children on stage made me emotional. I don't know why this happens to me most of the time. Am I alone? During the interlude, the headmaster came on stage to give a speech. He opened by asking “Can you … Continue reading The MOST important work.
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.
A terrifying tranquility extinguishing explosions Silencing sounds of shots Cries of freedom tears of joy blotting out blood stains of war Ushering in peace. ©Zizywrites #poetry