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Wednesday 18 May 2016

A PLACE TO CALL HOME- PART 2

We weren't always rich, I still recall the days when daddy was doing his M.sc, just a laboratory analyst with a private laboratory back then.
Mummy on her on part was a stay at home mum (full time).
I remember coming back from school with friends, walking all the way from the school to the house which was about 20minutes away while we joked around and bought ice cream with the 50naira given to us as transportation; oh those where the good days!!
I remember getting home and finding the house saturated with the delicious smell of mummy's cooking and how we gathered round our little t.v. in the evening to eat and share stories before heading to bed.
Back then ours was a small home, just two rooms; one was our parlour while the other was our parent's room. I and my brothers slept in the parlour after moving our cushions and fitting in beds.
I remember how daddy loved mummy and how this love spread throughout the home. How we all went to Sunday school together as early as

7.ooam. we didn't have much but we had happiness; in retrospect I think it should have been enough.

How did it all go wrong?


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