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I dont know where my love for letters came from, but I do remember writing letters to my parents when we were at our grandparents for the summer holidays. Granny would gather us all together and ensure we wrote our parents detailing our experiences at Ilesa. Of course only the highlights got in (none of our misdemeanours were mentioned like the time we went swimming in grandads fishpond and we got caught:), we generally related activities that would make them think we were on our best behaviour, im sure they knew we were naughty sometimes but we were not going to write that down. Our letters got sent with the bread vans that where going to deliver bread to Lagos. My grandfather had a bakery and he had a distribution system that extended right into Lagos, so the delivery men took with them our letters and brought back small parcels from Lagos. That is my first recollection of any postal system. My next adventures with letter writing came when I was in secondary school, my twin and I wer

I was going to copy my sisters post but I thought better of it instead I redirect you to her webpage and read what she writes about our grandmother, It brought back many fond memories and of course wry smiles. I wont forget the words 'you must be silly' uttered by granny especially after you uttered a lie that looking back even a monkey would know was a lie:) I remember the time all of us dipped our fingers into the Milo tin and two of us had the smart sense of thieves to clean up the evidence which included brushing our teeth and the third party didnt and thought it a most wise decision to report the other two. Of course granny delivered her trademark words- 'You must be silly' I remember her letters which were also reminders of everyones accomplishments, I remember when another grandchild was born on the day an uncle gave his inaugural lecture as a Professor and this was of course was passed down to us in the letters. I remember her remonstrations with my grandfather

I can hear them, why can't they hear me I speak yet they don't hear how can they understand? They pretend to understand but I see baffled looks in their eyes They answer not the questions I have asked but another They discountenance my explanations but give the same explanation only with different words I draw back it does not help, I speak up they draw back When will we reach an impasse? My conclusion, the written word is much better than the spoken word I speak.

Its been a long while I have blogged on my blog! Been caught up in school work and all, will be blogging on another blog for a while and post a few other posts on my regular blog but if you want to follow my other blog posts please check out http://www.hsphconnection.blogspot.com/ . Cheers!