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My blog is one place where I can be myself without worrying about my voice being too loud, my laugh too raucous or my ideas too weird.

Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

childhood

  • A Sunday of a hundred colours

    Most people are handed down old clothes and old toys. I was handed a box of Crayola . And what made this special ? It was a box of 64 crayons! Sturdy and strong in shades of blue and pink of every hue. With magical names like periwinkle and fuchsia. Since then I’ve been fascinated Read more

  • A toy from childhood Undoubtedly Lego remains my favourite toy from childhood. Today when I see my grandchildren bring out the Lego their mothers ( my daughters) played with, I am immediately transported back to my own childhood. Oh ! Those endless hours my brother and I spent with our huge wooden box of Lego. Read more

  • My family was one of the many who went along with a group of  naval officers posted to Lagos in the early 60s, as part of a contingent sent to help out the newly independent Nigerian nation. In those days it was safe enough for ex- pat families and even though it was over 50 Read more

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