Titipetral

Cemeteries  are not grocery stores, meant to be sited very commonly. So passing by one recently, I noticed an  inscription  on its gate which struck me; ‘We were once like you’ And then subtly, I had replied; We are  definitely  going to be like you too. Maybe not now, but eventually. Not wanting to sound like a preacher now, the bible says,  “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom”  Psalm 90;12. This is like an eye opener of sort. Regularly, we all should be conscious of the fact that our days are numbered on this planet. It doesn’t matter if you live twenty decades, calculating it into days is not too hard a Mathematics. And as it ever occurred to you that as soon as anyone breathes his last, all which is left is nothing but  memories?  The  corpse , a mass of lifeless flesh, becomes a waste, to be subsequently buried. Save for science anyway, certain parts of  the dead...

Sometimes in  2009  fresh from the University, I wanted an  adventure  to burn some youthful energy. Getting closer to  Priscilla Awe Olajumoke availed me that opportunity .  She was one of the Media Volunteers of  Ijamido Children Home  as at that time and through her, I got to know about this uniquely different Orphanage,  Ijamido Children’s Home s ituated at  147, Ilo-Awela Road, Toll Gate Bus Stop, Ota, Ogun State . The warm embrace of smiling kids greeted me the first day I sauntered into the entrance.  Some called me  “aunty”,  others simply said  “mummy”.  This was despite the fact that we were meeting for the very first time. My heart melted at that and even though I never really  volunteered  owing to some unforeseen circumstances, I have always sought to know more.    Ijamido Orphanage  fondly referred to by her lovers as  ‘The Home’,  is a...