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Hi there! Summer holidays gone! Kudos to all Mums, Dads and Carers that survived these past tortuous six weeks! Yay, we made it! 🎺🥁💃 How hard was it trying to find ways to entertain kids for that long?! Maybe I was just lazy or I wasn't looking in the right places but then it's the same every year and I think it gets even trickier as they get older. As crazy as it sounds, work became a good excuse and a safe place for me to hide at times. Any parent feel me on this? Please let me know so I know I've not gone fully bonkers! 😭 Been singing my tune of 🎵 I'm still standing, though on wobbly legs now! 🎵 and so looking forward to sending kids off on their first day back with my tambourine! Really, I'm just so thankful they rested well, found things they loved to do and of course enjoyed lots and lots of snuggles and a crazy amount of treats while we binged on our comfort TV shows such as Master Chef on BBC iPlayer. Ok, so I was washing up my Vax Dual Power Pet

Worry, that's what I usually do when I'm ill. Then again, it's not so much what we worry about, but it's what we do when we are ill and also what we do not do. What we do is minimise the illness or try to wish it away. What we do not do is think of putting ourselves first, we do not prioritise our emotional and physical health, rather we put it on the back burner just to keep going and wanting to give our best. We sometimes forget a happy mum will raise a happy child. These were the thoughts that flooded my mind as I logged off work, lunchtime on Thursday to get ready for the taxi I had booked to take me to the hospital. I do not have the data but I'm certain most single parents (especially those as stubborn as I am) waste time in getting themselves to a doctor to be seen when they are feeling poorly. With six million things to do in sixty minutes, we do not have the luxury of taking time to get that nagging headache checked out or why we have lost our appetite an

"Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all." - K.L Toth I still think the mind is the greatest battlefield, a place where countless victories and defeats are continuously recorded. A place where the deadliest battles, though fought in silence can yet be the most deafening. Have you ever found yourself sitting in a lonely place, thinking over a problem and it is as if you can literally hear your thoughts crashing onto each other? So stressed, you are hardly able to tell one thought from the other, it all becomes so chaotic and loud? Do you sometime have people talking around you or even to you, yet you can't seem to hear them? You yell at people around you, for them to keep quiet because you think their voices are raised when in fact it's not.  It is your mind playing tricks on you . Mine does that sometimes. I recently decided to re-watch one of my best movies of all time - The Matrix with Keanu Reeves , and was so fascinated with the scene wit

Ok, so this post is contrary to what comes to mind when you read the title. It has absolutely nothing to do with food or home cooking. I honestly wish I was here to talk about that but unfortunately, it has to do with something less palatable and frankly, nauseating. "You said what?!!!" Just to clarify my position before I dig into this: I am neither Team Amber nor am I Team Johnny. I am Team Survivors and yes I have enough understanding of domestic abuse to enable me talk about it as I have done in a previous post. I will add the link to it below: https://www.diaryofige.com/2022/04/in-spirit-and-in-truth.html So my ten-year-old child came home from school asking about the court case with Amber Heard and Johnny Depp .  It was  what friends at school were talking about, I was told.  My heart skipped a beat, several beats in fact. "You said what?!!!" I asked with a horrified look! I have been following the court case from the beginning, out of interest and for ot

Dear Men In a bid to defend a husband that cheated, yes CHEATED on his wife after 18 years of marriage, a fellow man was all up in knots, pretzelizing himself while trying to convince you, his fellow men, that monogamy isn't biblical but an adopted 'western concept'. It was also mentioned that monogamy was intended for religious leaders and not for the regular man.  I can say for a fact that the two opinions above are false and I will tell you why. Even with or without a sound knowledge of the bible, it's mind blowing for anyone to speak so authoritatively about it's content, without making references to support their claim especially when this is being broadcasted to an audience. There are many ways to research and check information before relaying it on to others, especially if people believe it's coming from a trusted source such as a daytime TV show. First, let's look at the definition of adultery. According to merriam-webster.com , adultery is a volunt

 ' A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. Her husband is respected at the cit

One of my fondest memories growing up in a Christian home was the morning and night devotion, this is where we come together as a family to praise, read the Bible and pray. Though, I am only now appreciating it looking back in time, as I didn’t always look forward to it then. I remember in the mornings, the prayer bell rang just as I was changing my sleep gears, just when I was about enjoying that deeper level of sleep! It would be a struggle to get out of bed and I'd mumble through the praise and worship. I would long for when it ended, and I could quickly drop to my knees for the prayers which would give me the chance to bury my face in the soft cushions where I could resume my sleep, of course enduring/totally ignoring annoying nudges from whoever is next to me who has noticed my silence or heard my quiet snoring and is trying to wake me up! Night prayers brought about its own annoyance, the bell could go when you are just about finishing an interesting movie and that was when

My goodness! I can’t believe I am just coming into this now! Where have I been? I won’t be too hard on myself though, my mom-hands have been full and there is a time for everything under the heavens, just thankful I can do this now. Not here to endorse or promote any trading platform, person or organisation. I have basically just made this discovery and spent the last several weeks educating myself by watching loads of videos on YouTube, listening to trade influencers, reading trading blogs and even studying the different stock exchange markets. I’ve familiarized myself with trading terms, what they mean, learnt about different types of trading platforms, investment types and just about everything related to it. It’s good to do your own due diligence when you want to try anything out for the first time, just so you feel confident enough to go into it. This is what I have been doing. I have tried to understand the potential risks involved in trading crypto, stocks and shares and d

The first thing I remembered when I woke up this morning was a poem I had been taught in primary school: My Mother by Ann Taylor . It was taught as a song and I kept singing it repeatedly in my head, couldn’t sing it out loud as I wanted my little munchkins to think I didn’t even remember it was Mother’s Day. I’d been ignoring the huddling together, conversing in hushed tones, walking into a room and the frantic packing away of God knows what! Lol! Well, I found out they were making me bracelets. They never fail to surprise me pleasantly any chance they get and all I wanted to do was carry on as if I did not know they were planning something. I have read many amazing messages from people and comments on social media. One in particular, stuck with me: “a mother can play any role, but her role is one that no one else can play” This made me pause and think of how important the relationship between a mother and a child is, and I include anyone that has stepped into that role: dads,

I have searched and still can’t find the right words to adequately express my sadness, and if I feel this way, I can’t even begin to imagine how the family and friends of Sarah Everard must be feeling at this time. Every time her picture came up on the screen these past days, I’d look intently at her face, like I was searching for…answers? Her smile looked like that of a kind person and I am certain she was one, and much loved by people in her world. I didn’t see anything that would make her a threat to anyone. So, was it her gender that put her at risk? My heart is racing as I type this question. I’m appalled, disgusted and even angry that this could happen, why do we do this to one another? Why do we look inward and come up with a reason, any reason at all to even think of hurting a fellow human? If you have no value for another life, it means you have no value for your own. But your life means something, every life does. I thought this week was tough on me emotionally as a par

Logged out of work and remained at the table with nothing other than mini stollen bites and chilled Baileys Irish Cream on my mind! I've been thinking of how to make this Christmas one to remember (…yeah I know what’s going on, I haven’t just crawled out from under a rock!) just as the whole year 2020 will be unforgettable.....do I hear an Amen?! Having a Christmas devoid of a proper school nativity, Christmas panto, carol services where you are belting out songs at the top of your lungs (now, I’d be panic stricken if someone decides to sing near me!) or going to a Christmas Market teeming with loads of people while you work your way through each stall, munching on warm delicious macaroons or giant churros dripping with warm chocolate syrup! I refuse to feel depressed about anything and instead make this 2020 Christmas a memorable one as God will allow! I had a white Christmas tree delivered weeks ago and I already have my theme in my head. Never had a white tree before, alwa

Education has a great role to play in all this mayhem in Nigeria. Is quality education being wielded as a weapon against the less privileged? This protest has unveiled a lot to the world or should I say it confirms nothing has changed with the education system except for a rise in private schools which majority of families in Nigeria simply can’t afford. This generation is too 'woke' as they call it and are beginning to see through all the lies and deceit they are being fed. Public Schools in Nigeria is a mockery and I wonder if they think it’s every family that can afford to send their kids to private schools. Why must the less privileged always be left behind? They have been failed in healthcare and in education, two vital provisions of every responsible government to it's citizens. Don’t forget that if you do not train children as you should, they will train themselves as they see fit and God help you when that happens, it's Proverbs 22 vs 6 that says: Point