Browsing ktravula – a travelogue! blog archives for the day Monday, March 15th, 2010.

Monday!

‘The Ides of March are come.’ ‘Aye, Caesar, but not gone’ – Julius Caesar

Work resumes today after one week of Spring Break. I look forward to the last quarter of my teaching experience which should be easier than I thought before. From the result of the mid-term test from two weeks ago, I think we’re doing well so far. It’s time to take it easy and just have fun. Yes, fun.

I got a few more books to read, just as soon as I finish Chika Unigwe’s On Black Sister’s Street which I’ve just begun. They include Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things (my second copy), Sefi Atta’s Everything Good Will Come, Khaled Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns and The Kite Runner, the Peruvian author Mario Vargas Llosa’s In Praise of the Stepmother, JM Coetzee’s The Life and Times of Michael K, and Paula Varsavsky’s No One Said A Word.

Is it strange or not that my colleagues in other parts of the country are just beginning their own Spring Break today?

Have a nice week everyone.

Happy Birthday Mum

“You aren’t really 60. Just 21 with 39 years experience!”

Since there are really no words to say how much I wish I was there to rejoice with you, I will only wish you the best of your 6oth birthday. Happy Birthday mum. You are a treasure, and I wish you many happy returns of the day, with joy and blessing from all of us who love you: Agama, Lara, Bukky, Yemi, me, Laitan, Deola, Jolaade, Henry, Oyin, Subomi, and that cute last one whose name I don’t yet know. And all cousins from far and wide.

You’re awesome.

Dear Lord, Wherever You Are

“Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.”


Dear Lord, Take very good care of mum now. She’s sixty today!

So let every day of her life be filled with joy and with peace,

And with contentment, and love of her children, and friends.

And grant her the happiness she deserves, wherever you are.

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Dear Lord, grant mum long life, more pleasant days, and prosperity.

(I know I don’t care for too much money, but I am not her, you know.)

Remember how solid a rock she has always been for us. An optimist.

Even within adversities, and days of dark uncertain clouds, she stood firm.

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Dear Lord, wherever you are, let me be sixty years old too someday.

And when that day comes, let me still be strong, and happy, and healthy,

and hopeful, like my mother today, in the joy of a bright beautiful day.

And, like her today, let me be able to deserve all the love and warmth.

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Amen.