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Africa culture/tradition education folklore Igbo culture lifestyle Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral

True Leadership

Earlier this evening, I overheard the women talk; my mother, aunts, some helpers and my little sister. From my room window, I heard their discussion on the funeral and all they did to make it a success. Usually I don’t eavesdrop on women chats but I couldn’t help but listen to this particular discussion. I admire their ability to make things light even with their busy schedules. They did all the cooking, cleaned the house and compound, washed everything, and served the visitors who came for the funeral. What actually got my attention was their discussion on how they successfully implemented their plan. I admire and appreciate these women and their ingenuity. I wonder what they could do if they were in political posts. I think they will make good leaders and that African lawmakers should encourage female politicians to take up more political posts.

I sit in my room, trying to overcome the stress from the past week. I bared my mind to different thoughts. It is heart warming seeing people work to make things happen for others. I am grateful to you all for your prayers and wishes. Family still remain the greatest positive energy ever!

I am re-reading a drama, Robin Hood I found in my father’s box. I think my mind needs some education. 🙂 Goodnight everyone. 😗

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Africa folklore Nature Pastoral

Ide Stream

We took a walk through Ovim. I decided to show my friends around. Just after Ugwu Uwaoma, we saw the table mountain. From the distance, it looked magnificent.

Further ahead, we came across the stream Ide, with her tide gliding smoothly through the green forest. The stream is deep and some fish trapping go on. Looks can be deceptive, huh? The stream’s murky waters are not what it seem at closer look. We took several images and made a video.

An aunt informed me a python was killed yesterday, at a neighbour’s compound in Umukwu but I arrived late to investigate that.

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Africa education folklore lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Poems of The Night

Night falls after the sun
And to homes we all return
Counting the days stress and toil
Letting the darkened kettle boil
And preying our eyes on passing people
While we eat out plates of sweet potato

When the full moon came out
The whole clan grants a sit-out,
The infants, the boys, girls, men, women and clowns
And for those who love the buzz of night life in the town
Tales told about the strong and tall Giraffe
And how she ate the sickly moon half

Hope grows in any determined mind
To courage and self-believe, he is binded
The struggles and pains of the years past
Ride his mind like the reins of a wild horse,
Things do not fall in place as expected always
But strong trust and faith may win the day