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I love older men

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I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

And protect little ones

 

I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with wisdom eyes

Whose wrinkle(s) tell a truth

And reflect the calm of dusk

 

I love older men with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

Older men with silver hair

Who look exactly like you

 

I love older men

You the most of all

…Dad!

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Mommy ‘s Handfuls, Mommy’s Joy Full

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She snores lightly on as I watch adoringly

Never mind she has just gotten into bed with me, disrupting my less than 6hour sleep
Her face in framed in peace as she breathes in and out.

She chews softly still as I watch smilingly 
Never mind she has just eaten through my perfectly portioned meal, reducing what was really less than enough
Her lips pursed in joy as she nibbles the last stewed beef.

I smile in both cases rest and satisfaction far from me, albeit badly needed
Such handfuls these ones can be, a never ending handful these ones will seem
But with each handful is 
My joy full… My love whole…

They are a handful
They are my joy full

  

Tribute Tuesday

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One of the fondest memories I have of my mom is her in the kitchen cooking. She always wanted me to be a part of it and asked that I stay in the kitchen to watch while she cooked. I hated it!

I was going to grow up and become a lawyer, never marry, and just try and win cases, why did I need to learn about cooking?

She made good foods and one of her many specialties was Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), it is native to her state of origin, Ondo in Nigeria.

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew),

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew),

When she made this stew, she would put all sorts in it and say “òkèlè kan, ọmọ ìgbín kan, aye n be l’Ondo egin” loosely translated “every dip of your morsel into the stew you pick a bit of baby snails” We loved eating the stew…ask anyone who knows, it is a delight…and even when things got rough and they did from ‘94-01 and especially between ‘99-01, she still made them although adding meats became expensive. She still cooked them with ponmo (cow skin) just because she knew we loved eating it. We had a funny name for the stew then and it made her laugh out loud. Still all I wanted to do was eat it and not make it…

Back pedal further to 2001 a few days after she passed away, I had to follow one of my aunts to the market to get food items, sigh… I hated it!

We got home and I went into the kitchen to drop off the items and for whatever reason, I cooked Yam and fried eggs with chunks of Titus fish…I made that meal almost every night for that period, and after the funeral and visits were all concluded, I found myself in the kitchen making turkey stew for one of my brothers to take back to university.

Turkey stew became my specialty, and every chance I got I would cook it…I also started making coleslaw and remember making it with my sister for a friend’s 21st birthday.

I moved to the US and found myself cooking ever so often. Dodo& gizzard was now my specialty and every chance I got I would bring a tray to parties for free, then it was fried rice, now it’s all sorts…I always looked for opportunities to bring food to parties…I found that I thoroughly enjoyed cooking.

These days, I wish I had stayed in the kitchen with her…I wish I had learned to cook from her…still I try to look back on our time together and picture a few things she did here and there…my dad and siblings give input as they are able.

Today I am cooking Obe ilá alasepo, as a tribute to her as I make up my mind to pursue this joyful passion fearlessly. I will put every kind of meat I have in the stew…and I have a lot, thank God. I will sit back and dip my morsel into it…smile in memory of mommy and wish if only for one second she was here to share this meal with me.

:).

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), pẹlu iyan (pounded  yam)

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), pẹlu iyan (pounded yam)

(To say I didn’t cry while writing this would be a lie, but that’s OK for I find my honest moments in words are when the tears flow free).

Because you are…

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I love you dear daughters

Because you are mine

For so many reasons I could never explain

Because you are mine

Because you are fine

Because you are fast

Because you are blasts

Because you are loud

Because you are round

Because you are shy

Because you are smiles

I love you dear daughters

Because you are mine

For so many reasons I cannot contain

Because you are whole

Because you are gold

Because you are bold

Because you are so

Because you are joy

Because you are fun

Because you are noise

Because you are bliss

I love you dear daughters

Again and again

For so many reasons I don’t even know

Because you are mine

Because you are ours

Because you are us

Because you are more

I love you dear daughters

I will say it again

Because you are love

Because you are joy

Because you are you

Because you are true

My most perfect truth

9/2/2014 3:51pm

 

 

His Love

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His love makes me a better person
It lifts my head up on days of doubt
Taking me to leaps and bound
It fills my core to pop and plump
Like sugar candies rice and such
His love moves my heart like tidal breeze
Delighting my mind for days to come

4/29/14 11:04pm