The teacher yelled, “Sit down boy, stop jiggling” after having told him about ten times to sit down. He kept getting up from his chair. The boy burst in tears and said, “Miss I have ants in my pants.” Indeed he had because there were ants crawling all over his chair. The class started to laugh and now the teacher felt guilty and got them to quieten down.
The seriousness of the offence was flabbergasting, no one could quite believe how the parents could punish a child that way. Everyone agreed that it was over the top. The parents thought, the fright that would be left on the child’s mind by spending time alone in the forest for a few minutes would alter his behaviour, it rather became a thing of an embarrassment to them.
As minutes became hours and a day passed, they had no choice but to get the Police, the Army and other services involved to help locate the boy.
Someone up above, who we look up to was looking out for the child and kept him safe until he was found. Many prayers were said for his safety and the Lord answered those prayers.
She watched the posters, beautiful bouquet of flowers and the Valentine cards on display. For a moment or two she totally forgot why she had come into the store as she lovingly remembered the events of the year before and what could have been. Then she heard a voice behind her, as she turned she noticed it was Shirley from her class with a bouquet which seemed too big for her little hands.
“Miss this is for you, to say thanks for helping me and we are moving so I won’t be seeing you”, spoke Shirley. “Oh! thank you so much for this but why didn’t you say anything about this at school?” Miss Cynthia Morris said looking at Shirley and her Dad who stood behind the little girl.
“We didn’t want to make a big thing of it and as you are her private tutor too we are letting you know first then the school,” Shirley’s Dad added, “actually we went to the house and was told you would be here, we were coming to shop for the journey tomorrow anyway”.
“So what’s the rush, just when Shirley is settling in well with her work and friends too?, Miss Cynthia questioned.
“Well these things happen,” came the reply.
“I hope all is well with this family,” she thought and made a mental note to check on Shirley’s school history.
Craft can take various forms, a rewarding one is making playthings out of all the collected items of empty cereal boxes, old wrapping paper, inner tubes of kitchen rolls, plastic tops, etc. In fact anything that is safe and can be recycled we set aside to use. My children still talk of the things we made together. Best of all, it was fun and a great time for bonding too.
Someday the rebel in you will grow up,
Then you will consider what parents meant,
When their hearts was in their mouth,
This as it were only happens out of concern,
A colloquial speak that means what it says,
It means well, anxiety and love too.
There is a fine line between a baby being clingy and a baby who needs help. There are various schools of thought on how to care when a baby cries a lot. Whatever age the baby is, there is a need to find out why the baby is crying , even if you’ve done the feeding, changing of nappy, checking the basic health of your child and comforting him or her. A little extra cuddle, talking to your baby or gently stroking the back can do the trick of settling baby back to sleep or resting in the cot.
Sometimes the baby might not be as active as usual, therefore taking a minute or two to stop the washing , ironing or cooking to check him or her will give you that piece of mind, that all is well.
Getting a toddler or infant to stay in the bed and not cry while establishing a pattern of bedtime routine is one of the times you can get the most clingy baby and most tears ever.
The race was on, when I was little I witnessed a competition to judge the ‘Africaness’ of two young women prior to their marriage. Being the apple of the eye of each of their families practically everything was done for them including cooking.
Therefore it was a surprise five years ahead, it was hilarious for my friends and I to be tested for this ‘Africaness’. We were not even in secondary school yet. Each of us had to carry and balance a large bowl of water on our head for some distance without spilling it. We were being careful but in the end we spilled water from laughing so much. We thought it was hilarious that it was always the young boys and male peers who set these challenges.
Reading a book while having our Elevenses or Brunch is a past-time many of us indulge in. As grown ups it is a hobby that may have started in our childhood. There are some children who do not like to read, whatever the reason is, it’s good to encourage them to read. Join them to spend time with them while they read the story books they brought from school and those at home helps.
Being truly involved is to read to them as well, just as they read to us. I think it takes away the pressure they feel, from the lack of confidence they have or inability to be at the right reading level. It’s amazing to see the development that they make from the little time we give. Happy Elevenses/Brunch reading.
I am enjoying Grilled Sausages, New Potatoes, Sliced Carrots to be followed by Fruit and Pineapple Juice while I think of happy times spent reading with my parents and grandparents.
When I think of mother,
I remember a woman,
Who made and bought for a rainy day,
Who was prepared and like
The woman in Proverbs 31:10-31,
The Virtuous Woman,
She was praised by her husband and children,
But ah, there’s one more thing,
Whether an item was fragile or not she would say,
“Take care of that because it’s older than you.”
“How come?” we would ask,
“I bought it before any of you was born,
and I looked after it well so you could use it too” she would reply
The object having come out from her Hope box,
Which she continued to top up,
Buying or making everything useful but not hoarding.
I am running around,
My eyes are looking up at the sky,
So many stars looking down at me,
We play a game called Twinkle Twinkle,
The stars eyes’ open and shut,
They appear to say Twinkle, Twinkle,
I open and shut my eyes to say Twinkle, Twinkle ,
Now there are so so many stars in the African sky,
Going Twinkle, Twinkle,
I can’t keep up with them,
I keep looking up,
I didn’t hear my Grandma call out,
“Look where you are going”
Bump went I into the tree,
These twinkles are coming from nowhere,
There’s more to the African sky than meets the eye.