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The following takes place between July 19th and August 23rd. For national peace, local stability and my personal peace of mind, I usually do not tell T when we’re going visiting or on holidays or if we’re expecting family who are staying for more than a week. She finds out when we arrive at our destination or just before our guests walk through the front door. If not, she’ll relentlessly hound me about the when, who and where until she wears me out. This time was no different; some of her cousins were visiting and she knew nothing about about it. Others were joining in on the holiday fun later on but both of us would know when it became necessary. As always, I knew first then she (who was on a need – to – know basis) became aware much, much, much later. Nevertheless, at any given time between the period stated above, there were at least four children in the house — raising the decibel of noise significantly, testing my partially horned referee skills (and non – existent UEFA ones) while providing material for this blog. All of T’s cousins arrived at different times of day as though to signal their varying and interesting characters. Ebru: Her smiling face was very close to the window as the car drove into the compound. She arrived at night. Her mum (my younger sister) was in town for a week-long training and three – year – old Ebru aka Don Droopy (Chairman‘s Oga-at-the-top) accompanied her on the trip. Words like quiet and unobtrusive begin to describe this cute, light – skinned little angel. Reminding you every time of her mother every time you looked at her. For some reason, she was ‘besties’ with Tolu – ani (She divides the name into two when she calls it) but reported every action (good and not-so-good) of Chairman’s while refusing to play with him. Both of which I found rather entertaining to observe. In the midst of her cousins, she was like a fish out of water; most of the time watching them play and scream instead”more
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