In comparison to the cubed kind, I’m a bit stumped as to the measure of their sugar content. Apparently, a standard sugar cube is about the same amount as a teaspoon. With that, two cubes should suffice for a sweet enough cereal or chocolate drink for the children.
Read MoreYes, it is that old. Ancient. But it is still standing and so functional. I wanted the children to experience good, old fashioned fun that didn’t depend on the presence of power (something we are yet to get right and make available constantly in this country. We haven’t had electricity for three straight days this week!) and involved a little more than just jumping up and down.
Read MoreLive thankfully Like T who appreciates EVERYTHING I do for her in grand style – from making her favourite meals to taking her out to play parks to buying her gifts – thus making me blush and pleased at the same time, I’d live the same way this year. Thankful for everything. Big and minuscule. Live joyfully Every morning, I’ll wake up with the awe of just being alive and begin each day with a smile. Laugh often …because it it the best medicine Live prayerfully Singing Prayer is the key, prayer is the key Prayer is the master key Jesus started with prayer and ended with prayer Prayer is the master key I ended 2014 with prayer and began 2015 with one. I seem to be on the right track and staying right there means lacing the year with even more. Live every day well …and not let a hell – bent heart leave me bitter Love much Live in more colour Stimulate my productivity with a red clock. Continue writing my notes on a yellow pad (started this in September 2014) to promote my mental growth. Increase my balance and stability with a green rug. And use”more
Read MoreHere’s the second post. Yesterday I finally did it. The detox I have been procrastinating for almost the entire year. Alone in the kitchen two days ago early in the morning while making breakfast for the children, I noticed fruits crowding the tops of almost all the cabinets. The ones my sister, my sisters – in – law and I bought as well the others given to the family as presents. Paw paws, oranges, bananas, water melons, pears and limes stared back at me. The thought of my-not -having-the -time -to- do -a- three -day -long – water- and – fruit detox(that a family friend had painstakingly detailed on a foolscap paper at the beginning of the year) flashed through my mind. The book I was reading ‘Take Time for You ‘ dedicated two pages to ‘cleansing your temple’ and outlining a simple one – day fruit & vegetable detox plan. ‘A cleanse supplements what the liver already does, but many people believe in a detox’s ability to boost energy, clear the skin, and provide mental clarity.’ I am one of those people. And I was on holiday surrounded by family. So what was stopping me from doing it now? If for any reason I passed out in the process, I was surrounded by capable family hands. Game on! For starters, I wasn’t going to do the three-day detox. I’d begin small with a full one day fast, see how I fare and move on from there. The book states that a simple approach involves setting as one full day for it. The night before,eat a light meal. Check. Avoid caffeine, tobacco and alcohol. Check. Go to bed early and allow yourself to awake naturally in the morning. Eh…no check. I stayed up late reading the book and had to alarm -clock awake myself the next day. Begin the next day with a steaming hot shower or bath. Mine was the complete opposite – an icy cold bath in the dry harmattan weather. No way a hot one was going to cool down my body of the rivulets of sweat”more
Read MoreHappy New Year! Welcome to 2015! Here’s to good news, glad tidings and God’s blessings all year round. Since my last post last year (sounds like a lifetime ago) where I mentioned photo – uploading issues, I also discovered I couldn’t upload posts either! For about eight days. Turns out WordPress was compiling a report on my blogging activity which I saw on December 30. Thanks WordPress. Mighty nice and thoughtful of you. Next time please let me in on your plans so that you don’t frustrate mine. The next two posts, beginning with the one below, were due last month at specific times but couldn’t be uploaded because of the glitch. Here’s the first. At 6.30am this morning, I found myself jogging down the main road of our neighbourhood behind my younger sister. The last time I did this was…I can’t even remember. This running and huffing and feeling the wind rush past me is not my style. I don’t jog for exercise. I’d rather rhumba my way to weight loss or salsa to my desired size. I have diligently salsexercised almost throughout the year and it has paid off in the loose fit of some of my clothes. So I can keep doing what works for me. However, different strokes, different folks. My sister, Pru, swears by jogging and has stuck to it for quite a while now. Apparently it does wonders for her physique. And every December when we meet at our mum’s, she’d ask that I accompany her on her journey to size 0. So I do immediately after 30 minutes of sizzling salsexercise. In 2013 and 2012, I walked way behind her while she jogged, hopped and made as though she wanted to take off from a tarmac. When she gets tired, she lags behind and joins me in my morning stroll. This year I decided to give it a go . After 15 minutes of hard skipping(I haven’t salsexercised in more than a month. Read my post titled ‘I need to find my own strength’ to find out why) we hit the road and”more
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