Pendoctor

I can't speak for kids born in the 21st Century; in my days, being a boarding student in secondary school was a bittersweet experience. Sometimes, you were glad to be far away from home, enjoying the extracurricular activities offered by the school. Other times, you wondered what your sins were that made your parents sentence you to a life of misery. Through it all, most of those who endured the boarding experience came out well-prepared to face the uncertainties of life. Looking back, Lagos State Model College, Meiran was a fine formative institution. In today's memoir, I recall the efforts to thrive, especially in food matters. No matter how endowed the student was, for most people, provisions hardly lasted till parents visited to restock them or one went home on holidays. Because the school meal was usually small, most students were chronically hungry and sometimes angry. It was therefore, common sense to devise a survival strategy. In most cases, students who made friends w...

  Written 3 years ago Today is 17th of April; 2020 is the year I write this day of what I know and hear Cough most times was a minor issue before In the last quarter, it hasn't been so anymore I was taught that HIV was deadly; it still is Corona Virus has taken its place with ease Sorethroat is no more due to usual Pharyngitis Neither is catarrh diagnosed only as Rhinitis Hitherto we welcomed patients with a smile We now stare at them, standing from a mile We are exposed to the plague, no cover When patients cough, we panic and cower Our clients took us as friends Our reactions now tag us as fiends How long will this situation continue? Is the story of the end time true? I have written about why people now cry There's more to say but my pen is dry As I close my book to start my day I pray God to protect me all the way

For a very long time, I have lived in the delusion of being a million-yard wife material because of my deft culinary gift. My husband is not as impressed as I had expected. "Babe, anything you cook, I would eat. Stop stressing yourself in the kitchen after a busy day's job," he says often. I find this remark encouraging always. He feels it is not fair to occupy myself with cooking always when we both spend equal hours at work. Most times, he gets home before me. He can't boil egg to save his life, so he waits for me to get home. True to his words, he orders cooked food for both of us on his way from work. I don't like eating other people's foods, but the meals from 'D'lette Cuisine (DC), a deli in our neighborhood, humble me. On some days, Kolapo suggests we eat supper in DC. We are in our second year of marriage, so it's easy to just dash out to eat and go back home to sleep. One day, he was justifiably angry with me. He had asked me a wee...