Of the nine children, five of them had never been to the beach; the other four had had their fill, spent at least 10 days and night straight at a beach resort, going to bed to the sound of crashing waves and waking up to the same. So off to one of the beaches located in Epe we went on a sunny, encouraging August day. It didn’t stop all of them from screaming uncontrollably once they stood at the shore as waves tumbled towards them.
Read MoreWith nine different characters in the house, it was expected that they’d exist nine unique preferences. I was used to a picky eater and his all-you-can eat sister; nothing prepared me for an additional seven other varied palates.
Read MoreWe couldn’t have them numbing their brains for hours with one cartoon after the other or spend more time breaking up fights or their constant bickering against one another. We encouraged games which involved more talk and speech and outdoors without the intrusion of technology and its accompanying screens.
Read MoreBy the time I had gone down the line to the last child, I was none the wiser as to how some jollof rice particles had made their way to the bottom of the stairs, and I wasn’t finding the situation funny in any way.
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