My very dear guest,
Thank you for taking the time to visit my home on the world wide web.
If you are wondering how it all started, please “blame” no one but my parents, especially mum.
Thinking back, I am not sure if it is the lack of child care facilities, my inquisitiveness/restlessness as a toddler or a combination of both that served me a fait accompli of early exposure to reading and writing as the child of two teachers.
Those were the days when to get into primary school, you had to stretch your hand from one side of the body to the other across your head. The yardstick for admission was the fingers of your outstretched hand reaching the ears on the opposite side of the head from which the hand is protruding.
Fond memories. All I can remember is joining in the morning as well as closing assembly from about age 2, and sitting in a classroom with my mother’s wards at St David’s Primary School, Ode-Omu in present day Osun State, Nigeria.
There I was, not yet of official school age but already being soaked up in the intriguing world of formal education. I can also vividly remember those days in Isokun, Oyo in present day Oyo State, Nigeria when mum specifically would sit with me, reading to and teaching me how to read English texts before I was of school admission age. (And of course, by the time I was officially admitted into primary school, my knowledge was deemed too advanced for my age that I was shifted from primary 1 to 2).
Thus, I was set off on an exploration of all kind of printed materials culminating in brainwaves that triggered my journey into ruminating and writing from a tender age of 5.
Having “blamed” my parents for setting me up with an ability that has gotten me to where I am, please do apportion all responsibilities to me for the thoughts, ommissions and failings you might find in the scribbles on this website.
Once again, thank you for visiting my site and for patiently bearing my wondering (wandering) thoughts and random musings.
God bless you.