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007: Remembering Roger Moore
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G.L.i.B – bed: In search of pleasure and balance
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For our ambassadors to the next generation, happy children’s day!
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April in review
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Knowing Kigali: Emily’s hands
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Knowing Kigali: What time is it?
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Knowing Kigali: What’s on the menu?
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Knowing Kigali: What caught my eye?
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Knowing Kigali: Something for the children
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Knowing Kigali: Shop till you drop

007: Remembering Roger Moore

Who was/is your best James Bond actor? In my teens, Roger Moore reigned supreme. He was my every day crush. Suave. Smooth and where handsome happened in all the Bond films he featured in. The ladies fell over him, and he knew just how to soften those who seemed immune to the charms he exuded. That voice of his always pitched at the right decibel when speaking to love interest or foes alike. And nobody could say, “My name is Bond, James Bond,” quite like he did. He knew how to strike a pose especially when a glass of wine and a stick of cigarette were involved. With his action moves and fantastic, out-of-this world gadgets which enhanced his status, he was the ultimate secret agent. In my opinion, he was the standard James Bond character all the others should have aspired to be; the epitome of Ian Fleming’s exact thoughts when he put the persona together in his books; and the visual attestation to my knight in shining armour…or rather in those fitting-like-a-glove suits he was always clad in. My unrivalled action hero. In my innocent, shallow, crush-crushed heart, he was it! Until I grew older. Until Pierce Brosnan[…]

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G.L.i.B – bed: In search of pleasure and balance

Among a stack of books (memoirs, novels, etc) a friend lent to me in 2014 was Elizabeth Gilbert’s bestseller- turned- movie. For the better part of April and May, I have been slowly thumping through its pages. Funny, I hadn’t realized the film was adapted from a book until I clapped eyes on it. Thankfully, I’m yet to see the film; it certainly would have soiled the reading experience for me as I’d rather glean a story from a book than its audio – visual version which would, most definitely, not capture every thought, essence of the entire written word. Last month, when I began leafing through it, I grudgingly did so. I must admit this. All the time it had been staring gloomily at me from the bookshelf, I cheerfully favoured other titles over it. Until it became my last and only resort, having devoured all the others it had come along with. Reluctantly, slowly, like a dreaded punishment, I opened its pages and asked myself only one page after: Why hadn’t I read this book before now? Divided into three sections – each depicting her travel events and knowledge in the different ‘I’ city she chose in search[…]

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For our ambassadors to the next generation, happy children’s day!

I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be – Whitney Houston, Greatest Love of All Parents are the ultimate role models for children. Every word, movement and action has an effect. No other person or outside force has a greater influence on a child than the parent. – Bob Keeshan Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, and integrity, they think of you. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr. If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much. – Jackie Kennedy The most important thing that parents can teach their children is how to get along without them. – Frank A. Clark You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. – Khalil Gibran I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children. – Arthur Conan Doyle We get strength and encouragement from watching children. – Hayao Miyazaki Many children, many[…]

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April in review

The top highlight of this month should be the Easter celebrations, right? It kinda of was. For some of us – the children, my mum and I – it was spending it in a new city. So, while the Easter holidays were definitely something to write and talk about, it was more of where we celebrated it that made all the difference – more exciting and interessant. Besides T celebrating double digits’ achievement in the first week of April (her birthdate fell during exams), the rest of April’s activities were taken over by our Kigali trip. And what a trip we had! Refer to all the posts prefixed with Knowing Kigali to read about our high – altitude spell in Rwanda.

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Knowing Kigali: Emily’s hands

Physiotherapy. Therapy that uses physical agents: exercise and massage and other modalities. I hoped to be a physiotherapist once; many moons ago in my teenage years. Or a masseuse. With a parlour (back then it wasn’t called a spa) of my own. Easing out tired, tense muscles. Relaxing overworked bodies. Physiotherapist. Masseuse. Either name conjured an unusual, rare profession that I wanted to be associated with. Like diamonds, there were scarcely any therapy parlours – spas – around then; it wasn’t even considered a thing. Expectedly, friends and acquaintances regarded me with incredulous looks when I voiced out my desires. What on earth is she talking about? But it was its rarity, unfamiliarity and seeming untested terrain (in this part of the world) that held widening appeal for me, as well as my amateur practices at home. I was the resident hands when all manner of pains/aches plagued my siblings or parents. Despite the temporary relief I proffered with my little knowledge of the art (no Youtube to the rescue back then), my hands needed training, direction; I was just feeling my way through every massage I gave, improvising as I went along, adopting techniques that paid off to my[…]

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Knowing Kigali: What time is it?

Here in this freezing city of Kigali, the sun rises before 6a.m. Now that’s a first for me. I know this because by 5.45a.m, it’s dawn enough to set out on my morning walk. This phenomenon is no different in the evening. Twilight sneaks in, again, before 6.pm, startling those of us tourists who find it strange that by the time it’s past the hour, a covering of darkness has descended comfortably, significantly. It was temporarily unsettling, these changes, coupled with Kigali’s time difference (it is an hour ahead of Lagos). Don’t get me wrong. This won’t be the first time I’d encounter a different time zone but it would certainly be experiencing the combination of another time zone and its attendant unusual day/night occurrences. Together, they were quite unnerving to deal with. In a moment of childish defiance (and maybe to keep me anchored to Lagos or keep my wits about me, I don’t know which exactly), I never adjusted my wristwatch to Kigali’s local time throughout my entire stay there. With time and deliberate efforts, my entire being, however, adapted to this peculiar, premature, sky – changing instances. They didn’t stop my sense of awe every time I[…]

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Knowing Kigali: What’s on the menu?

Every morning, like a student preparing for final, defining exams, I study the map of Kigali pamphlet in the house. Where to go? What to do? What new phrase (in Kinyarwanda) to learn and put into practice (if I remember)? Which experience to explore? Bumbling my way through unfamiliar area names – Gikondo, Gisozi, Kiyovu, Gitega, Nyamirambo (Rambo?!), Kimimurura (the French and Spanish languages I learnt over the years have shown how deceptive they were! They were easy to pronounce! Want to learn a language? Try an African one and observe how your entire vocal cavity is not only manipulated but almost also violated as you attempt to articulate it. That’s exactly how I felt! I need to learn more African dialects though.) – my eyes skim past the various sections on moto taxis, accommodation, landmarks, sports and recreation before finally settling on the food section. I skip the international offerings – Italian, Indian, Mexican, French, Middle Eastern, Moroccan, even African – Ugandan, – until I arrive at the Rwandan cuisine. Excited, I read the text to discover what the local cuisine has to offer. Like a deflated balloon, my excitement is burst. If I was expecting to see sauces,[…]

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Knowing Kigali: What caught my eye?

#1. The cold I thought it rather unusual the chill I felt during the journey to Kigali, but I put it down to the annoying sniffles I had. Then again it had been raining steadily and quite heavily before we left. No respite in the form of rest or peace either during the trip; I had to keep a keen eye on both children, especially after T threw up twice. She has that ringing sensation in her ears, got it from her dad. So my sniffles continued into the chill that characterized the prevailing temperature of Kigali and enveloped us. The kind that dogs your every move, stays on you like a second skin and follows you around like your faithful shadow in the dark. It didn’t help that we arrived during the rainy season. Twice the cold. Even when the sun peeked out through the dull and gloomy weather, that chilly wind always registered its presence. As if to say, I am not going anywhere, people. My morning walks were more acts of bravery and courage than actual exercise. And I certainly didn’t want any added weight at the end of the holiday. The security guards must have thought[…]

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Knowing Kigali: Something for the children

‘Mummy,going from one shop to shop buying things is no fun.’ Chairman blurted out at the fair as his grandmother stopped at the third stall, in a row, to check out their array of cosmetics. For his sister and him, it wasn’t. But for us women, ha!, it definitely was. Retail therapy all the way! I felt for him though. We had done this at the African market until one of the traders gave both of them drums to beat out their boredom at the exercise, and allow us womenfolk continue ogling and haggling in peace. Now, here we were again at another round of endless, tedious shopping where they’d have to tag along and bear it. Then they discovered a toy shop directly opposite the clothes stall where we moved on to from the cosmetics’ place. Instantly, the whining stopped, and there was quiet and contentment on both sides. Unknown to them though, we had plans for them. Plans that were exclusively theirs unless the adults decided to bring out the children in them. Our next outing was to Bambino, an amusement park loaded with fun games and things to do for children. We drove almost 30 minutes out[…]

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Knowing Kigali: Shop till you drop

While on holiday in a new city, the sightseeing is always a big deal and something to look forward to.. But there exist another activity that holds a much bigger appeal than monuments, mountains, cobbled paths and the local cuisine. Retail therapy. Any traveler to a new land wants souvenirs of the place as hard evidence and/or tangible reminders of the memories of the trip. I am no different. The other day, my mum and I went to isoko kimironko , a typical local market to buy signature Kigali items. Our visit to the African market (which I tagged the Akerele of Kigali) was not only for sightseeing purposes. Unique products sang to my senses, my mum’s and my sister in law’s. And ultimately reduced our currency. Not that we’re complaining. If only we had more to spend… To round off the collecting spree, an Egypt and Middle – East International Shopping Fair coincided with our stay.Thankfully, we had see the advert early enough to reserve some money for it. We would have gladly followed the shop till you drop bidding of the fair’s banners at the entrance (of the venue) if only we had more to spend;the traders came[…]

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