Born into Diversity
My dad was fairer than my mum. I mean in complexion. I and my siblings have no uniform complexions too, and each of us has a mind of his/her own. Yet, we have a common ground. We are family! That’s not all. In my extended family, we had three kitchens. Whenever we visit home during the festive periods, our little compound turned into a beautiful pond of kids of all sorts. By the way we paired ourselves, it was hard to distinguish our mothers sometimes. And you know what – we all had 3 by 3 round of meals. That’s … Continue reading Born into Diversity
