I began this series with the intent for it to;   serve as a store of cultural & historical knowledge  bring back pleasant memories of years gone by to some and teach those who do not know I have had this idea for more than a year now. It began from the days of dealing with Chemo fog and all I did was write out the titles in a book each time any dropped. Then this week while praising at dawn, a particular name of God dropped off my lips and I quickly hurried to seek out the book. After writing it

"What is that?" I asked her while pointing to the carton of fruits "Lychee" she said. "How does it taste? I enquired further "It is very sweet" she responded as she picked more into her paper bag. Inside the Mediterranean shop, I quickly picked up a handful and tossed it into my shopping basket. If this teenage girl says it is sweet then I might as well explore. Besides if I lose out on the money, I would have gained an adventure. Soon after I got home and tasted the impact on my smoothies, I chalked it up on my next shopping

"A family broke up as a husband and wife were sleeping with each other when their spouses were at work" the black man who sat across from me proffered in halting English "You mean the student who left her husband for another man and he had been sent back to Nigeria? Ola turned towards him "No. This woman was the dependent so the man is still here. He is my colleague and not Nigerian. Said the black man. I cannot recall his name now. I was meeting him for the first time. Earlier during the introductions, he mentioned his friend prevailed on

"Your children have never seen you naked? How is that possible? I saw the wheels spinning behind Lucy's eyes as she blinked astoundingly at Soraya. Two worlds were colliding here. "Yes. This is the first time they would share bathroom with me. What business does my children have in my room when each person's room is ensuite? A few blank faces met other comprehending ones around the room. "Each of your kids had their own room? Lucy asked again And few of us nodded like the question was thrown at us while a black woman sitting beside her remarked "well that is