The smell of rain on concrete
Letters in my postbox
When it’s not too cold
Nieces, nephews and cousins
New emails from unknown people
Vera in her elements
New emails from known people
Ayo Enitan Alabi
Non-random Facebook friend requests
Friends online and offline
Maha Rawan Salem
Lizzy Omote me
My Chris-es (all of them)
Tayo when she smiles, when she’s generally happy, naughty, or when she threatens to break my head.
Adesuwa, when she laughs or giggles.
Twitter following by non-aliens
Temite, when her tweet begins with “OMG”
Fabulola when she’s so flippin possessive
Room A52, Mellamby Hall
Eugene B. Remond
Benches in public parks
234next.com, and their comments section
That little boy Aloofar, when I make him real raving mad. It reminds me of why I should have had a little brother.
Quarters and cents
Bumight, when she used to leave comments
My students, when they’re not trying to escape our class singing sessions
Uche Peter Umez
My students when they speak Yoruba
Reham, when she’s not being annoying or incomprehensible.
Audrey, when she’s not mistakenly speaking French to me or just being silly unnecessarily
My colleagues at the department
Cranberry juice, even though I still don’t know why I buy it.
Turkey, when it’s cooked in Nigerian pepper soup, and not baked the American way.
Folasade, when she’s not making funny Yoruba comments on my Facebook pictures
Mohammed Ademilokun when we talk about his favourite subjects
Folake Oyedepo when she’s wearing one of those really nice African attires
Clement Odoje when he speaks his native dialect
Morakinyo when he is a little less tense, or flattering.
* This my 180th post on this blog since it began in August, and since it’s Thanksgiving, these are a few of the things I’m grateful for, and more. There are so many things to be thankful for. I don’t think I can exhaust this list.