after a day's rest to recover from all the dramas of driving up and down the nigerian highways, we had a blessing service courtesy of our grandpa. my grandpa is a meticulous man, and so everything was planned to a perfect "T". it brought memories of their wedding back to mummy and daddy as they remembered grandpa turning

mummy and little big sis have been in cold war mode all week. this has meant the whole "let'supdate the world about our trip to lagos before the end of the week" plan has gone down the pan with their once loving relationship. so...as mummy gets on with searching google for any books addressing "how to love them

we went to Ikenne to spend Christmas with our great grandpa. the drive made mummy think she was going to meet her Lord and Master that day. the driver who took us there was a nutter said mummy. he seemed to be here in the flesh but in reality be on a grand prix circuit in monaco. he

mummy started her celebrations at midnight, the time she was born. daddy gave her a brand new camera and it was all she could do not to sleep clutching it in bed. she read all about the camera online and got more excited each minute. i, ofcourse, was fast asleep - anticipating all the cake that was to