Parenting

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In The Midst Of My Anger.

My son stood beside the window of my bedroom. He drew some imaginary animals with his fingers before climbing the bed beside me. I immediately

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When The Table Turns

There was a young lady I worked with some years ago. She came to work with neatly packed sandwiches lovingly prepared by her mother. She

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The Colour Of Me

“Nan, look! He is black”, the little boy called the attention of his grandmother pointing to my son. My ears played a little trick on

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The Stories I heard

I don’t recall reading bedtimes stories when growing up, but, I recall interesting stories that were told. I remember the conversations I heard as a

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My Shameful Little Steal

“Sheri!!!”, I stopped as I heard my aunt screamed my name. Something told me she had seen the little bag of rice and a bottle

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