This memory brings a smile to my lips:

My little cousin 'Bee-Bee' with large almond eyes, dimpled cheeks and with unbelievable energy.

Not talk of never- ending questions! Try as I might, I could never answer them all at once - with her bouncing on my knees!!
''Aunty, where are you going? Can I come? Would you buy sweet for me?''

Come to think of it, I kind of miss her. *Grins*

making up crazy sounding words for everyday things
making up code names for people
confusing friends with our very similar voices
playing zuma (both my parents love to play zuma!)

i've got friends whose 2 1/2 yr old girl could gargle very well, and has the cutest, stubbornest 'no!' i ever heard. she's also a notorious bully!

Lovely! Keep them coming!


Pillow and sock fights on restless nights. . .

I would play detective in school: lining my waterbottle's outter rim with pepper so I'll know who stole a drink *laughs wickedly* and sip using a straw.

Joking aroun with one anoher until the other person cries.
Playing with water gun in Liberia with friends until their dad comming home and we run and hide.
Stealing Byicles from The White People house on ELWA beach.
Going to the well to draw water while speeding with the wheelbarrow.
Fighting over the computer when we first got it.




LIFE IS GOOD!!!

confusing people about my relationship with my siblings e.g my elder sister is a far removed cousin today, my twin tomorrow, and the housegirl the next day; asking who they think is older between me and my eldest and laughing when they usually fail (they think i'm older than my eldest sis).
claiming we come from calabar.
pretending not to understand igbo, especially when shopping (trust me, u get to find out their cost price when they think u don't understand)
if a guy was bugging one of us girls, we'd give my bro the phone to answer the next call and introduce himself as our hubby or bf, or someone else would pick and tell him to shove off.

most importantly, when someone's been flashing one of us silly, we combine phones and flash them to death!!!

i remember the very first time my dad taught me how to shoot, handle and clean a gun back in Peter Island.  i remember him saying "hold it tight against your shoulder so it doesn't kick you." It was after the gun hit me on the chin I understood what "kick" mean.  I think we would have made a great crime solving team.  Me with my gun and he with his gun and machette . HAHAHAHA Make me want to listen his favorite song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_ODwq7jm3E

I remember making my very own insect: brown cellotape, polythene and broomsticks . . . heh heh heh Placing the model in front of the door to see who'll step on it (the look on my bro's face-- priceless.)

Re-awakened.

I loved birthdays in my house. Eeveryone got up before the birthday boy/girl and then woke them up singing 'happy birthday to you' and bearing gifts/cards. Even when you woke up first on your birthday, you pretended to be asleep so the whole family could surprise you .

My mom reading a story to my ears....
Till today I still remember the Title:

Israel's Last King....

The moonlight dances with my mom!
Oh dia!!! Fun memories.
All the folklore songs she taught us.

We held on to each other's waists like a choo-choo train while singing and dancing all over the compound.

I still remember some of those songs. I sing 'em to my daughters too.

"Jimonika Jimonika River" was one of 'em!

firestar: My mom reading a story to my ears....
Till today I still remember the Title:

Israel's Last King....

Isreal's Last Good King?

firestar:

JW, rite?