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A few days ago was Thanksgiving day in the United States.I”m aware this is a celebration of life, family, lasting relationships and what you’re grateful/thankful f or. It is wonderful to look back over the year, clear your mind off the worries, stress, disappointments and setbacks, and just be happy and thankful for the good things and people in your life.

Sadly, this holiday is not acknowledged over here in Nigeria but I’m really excited that I have the opportunity to express what I’m being thankful for here!.

This year, I’m extremely thankful for my three (3) year old neices Oseimuohan and Oseiwe. In my sadest moments, their smiles and laughter have been my consolation,long hours of  babysiting them has given me enough time to duly reflect on my life and be better and all the injuries and sicknesses didnt break them, there are still very healthy. So there goes, I’m truly thankful for their lives.

My nieces

P.S; I just had a slice of turkey with them! 😀





‘Once upon a magical time, two beautiful princesses in ball gowns and tiaras and a fair babysitter gathered around to have an enchanted day…………’


This is not a story though, I was terribly bored while babysitting, so I and the girls decided to play dress up! 😀 GAGNUM STYLE!!     


Take a look! ImageImageImageImage 


And after all the playing and picture taking, they declared that fairytales do come true!!


P.S They love their babysitter… ME!


The Interrogation……

I looked sternly into her eyes, She narrowed her eyes and shot me an equally stern look. I could see she was not ready to give up. ‘Answer me!’ I yelled shaking her as if I wanted the answer to fall out of her shoulders!. She shrugged as if my banter had no effect on her. I looked from side to side, exasperated!! This interrogation had gotten way out of my control!!. Maybe it was time to use more violent means. Maybe. I grabbed her by the elbow and made her sit on the chair, then I held her hands. ‘Don’t play with me, young lady!!. I want the truth and I want it fast!! Now speak!!’. I could hear the echo of my own voice in my head, the force I used to shout was now causing me a terrible headache. This had been the most cumbersome job in all my years. She laughed sarcastically as if sensing my frustration!. Yes! I was totally frustrated and at the point of giving up!. But no!!. I won’t let her win and keep the information!. Now is time for violent means, I thought. I looked at her, she closed her mouth as if to say that she wasnt going to tell me. I shook my head, ‘You leave me no choice!’ I said, rushed in and brought out the hostage. I could see, she thought it was bluff, a coy smile was dancing around her lips. I said ‘You remember Mcstuffins?,’ Pulling up the head of the hostage so she could see.’ She going to pay for this!. Are ready to talk now?’ She folded her arms carelessly. I laughed now. With one fast movement, I took Mcstuffins’ arm up twisted it and broke it!!. Her eyes widened!! Oh, that got to her. ‘Talk!’ I urged her as I held up the other hand ready break it, Her strong face had now softened to a pitiable surrender, but she was still not talking!. Hastily, I yanked, twisted and pulled at the other hand till, I was sure it was broken!. ‘Are you going to tell me now?’ I sensed a little resistance but I could also sense her fear, but she still was not talking!!. ‘We end this now!!’ I yelled, grabbing the hostage’s neck, ready to finish this up with one fast twist!.
‘No!!’ She said finally, ‘Please don’t!. I will tell you! But you have to meet my demands first, I’m sure you know of the usual settlement’.
‘Yes, I’m aware.’ Reach for a bag and toss it at her. ‘Now tell me! This information is really important to me!!. Who put relaxer in my ice cream cup and replaced it in the fridge?!’
‘It was not me, It was the maid that did it!’ Came the reply from Joan my 5 year old niece. I sighed!. Imagine the nonsense!! It was not even her! Twenty wasted minutes of my life!! Matilda will hear from me!. Well, I sat down on the chair and watched as Joan struggled with her settlement, a bag containing, Ribena, 2 packets of m&m and a carton of Dr Jacobs Crackers. I sighed as I fixed the broken parts of the ‘hostage’ back together, Mcstuffins, her rubber doll.. Well, That’s just another babysitting activity!.

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I Love children,I have always loved children since I was a child. In short, I practically begged my Mom to have another child after me. Well, that was many years ago. ImageToday, I see that what I saw when I was younger was only the cute face, that nice soft baby smell, their cute clothes, and all the fun things you can do with them before their mothers take them away. Up until, the 28 of January 2009,my constant gag and longing to have kids around me was crazy. I was so excited when my sister was pregnant and to top that, she was having TWINS!!..I was so pleased. As due, she put to birth that fateful day, and that’s when my job began… As everyone expected the most of me owing to my constant bragging about my skills in child care. I was therefore put in charge fully. I fed,was thrown up on, changed, washed, sang, put to bed.I would wake up when they did because I didn’t want their mother to be stressed in any way. Up until they were three months old, these were the only things I did. But all that changed because the Mother had to resume work and then I became a ‘Teenage Virgin Mother’. Of course, I lost some weight and learned that life and kids weren’t the way I viewed them.


Anyway, they are both three years old now, and I can proudly say I have taken care of two others, born in September 2011 and January 2012,and in the process; lost a whole lot of weight, gained some arm muscle, increased my pain threshold for baby slaps, earring grabs, cheek pinch, pee on the face, vomiting on my body,biting, screaming,crying and of recent learned how to withstand a painful nipple pinch!.


Well, what can I say, God finally answered my prayers. But this blessing is a little too much!!.




P.S I still love children..


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