Big Sister Little Brother


“Obviously I’ve got homework to do,” said Nigel, “but I want to finish playing this game, it’s alright because I have a Time Table, you know a Schedule to get all I have to do done today. ”

Agnes replies, “If it is that obvious why didn’t you plan the homework before the game, that way you would be prioritising what’s important first, and do bring this Time table for me to see.”

“Here it is, see for yourself,”  as Nigel hands it over.

Agnes reads and finds something interesting and says to her brother, “So what time did you put down to finish the game?”

“Obviously when I have won, silly!” an indignant Nigel says in a loud voice.

“Your game ends now, because you could be going on with this game forever if you don’t win and I am responsible for you completing your homework before Mum and Dad get home,” added Agnes frowning.

“You big sisters are so bossy,” was Nigel’s reply.

“Well you’ve only got me, so appreciate moi,” retorted Agnes.

Mini Us


How many of us on seeing the Daily Post today,

Thought of ourselves in our young versions,

In our miniature selves,

What memories did it bring to the fore?

And what maturity have we gained?

Thankful for small and big blessings I am,

And thankful for the bigger blessings I am looking forward to,

What about you?

Babies can do it

What is the use of learning when we don’t apply it?

Babies in the womb learn something special,

They learn the distinctive voices of their parents.

They learn the voices of those dear ones they hear regularly,

Have you ever been one of those at the receiving end of that look,

When those beautiful eyes, so fresh,

And seemingly full of knowledge,

Follow your every move and bring

To your life, your soul and your spirit,

Such joy like a waterfall with bubbles that tickle,

And if some entered your mouth,

Popping candy would stand no chance,

With so much we’ve learnt on this earth,

Applying our learning towards good deeds,

Should be a target easily achieved,

Because babies can do it.

Fifty Guineas

You know when words keeps buzzing you.  Well, the word  Guinea, pertaining to the monetary association (not the country) is one of the words. The other is Outdooring or naming ceremony originating in Africa and mostly done around the world by people of African descent.  Possibly other people who love it may have adopted this rite of passage.

My memory is of the fun  aspect brought into this important ceremony.  Guinea was used in the Gold Coast and early days of Ghana and at the Outdooring, gifts of money are given to the parents.  An example is, the Compere, to get the attention of the audience assembled at the paternal family’s house between 4 am to 6 am usually says, “Ladies and Gentlemen may I have your attention, The beautiful lady sitting to the right has come to honour the new baby with Fifty Guineas(Fifty Pounds and fifty shillings) and we all together respond, Thank you.”  Food, items of clothing and other useful items also make up gifts.

Of course this would be in the dialect of the baby’s father with the Compere or an interpreter translating if necessary. There’s the hospitality aspect of food, fruits and drinks for breakfast.

The most important part is the  lifting up of the baby and calling out his or her name for everyone to hear.

Melting Pot


Why jeopardise the mix in the melting pot?

When happily they attempt to live together,

Gathering peace and harmony for support,

Each other’s habit made by Our Father,

Remove it we cannot.


Why jeopardise the mix in the melting pot?

When happily they vocalise their faith together,

Gathering belief and courage to make them, hot

Praises sent up to Our Father,

So stopping His blessings we must not.


Why jeopardise the mix in the melting pot?

When happily they prepare the autumn harvest together.

Gathering skill and cultural culinary art to display a lot,

Varieties of food and drink provided by Our Father,

Joining hands to give thanks our duty to wrought.




Los Campos Verdes

Why did she say “Be careful your eyes will get you into trouble.” Didi asked herself.  She continued with thoughts in her head.  “We need our eyes to see and there is so much to see, so what was she on about?  I wish older people would loosen up and have fun.  Or at least elaborate what she meant because I cannot figure it out.”

Most Friday nights was Salsa Dance Time and her date tonight was with Johnny, not only the best dancer in town but the most good-looking.  Didi had accepted his invitation out of the many that had come to her parents house since she came back from travelling the world.

It was not only her mother but the whole small community of Los Campos Verdes wanted to match make and Johnny was from the next town.