The day started, like any other Sunday. A light breakfast of bagel cream cheese and a few olives, washed down with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. The powdered chocolate from cocoa grown in the rain forests of Ghana. Pure, refined and slightly bitter. It was creamy and had a sweet aroma. I glanced at my phone and noticed I had many messages from all my cherished children and dear friends wishing me a, ‘Happy Mother’s Day’. I felt special. I had to share the feeling with my mothers, so I sent my mother-in-law and a few mentors messages of love and encouragement for this journey of parenting.
I then got ready for church, and remembered there was an event after lunch. I took my two choices of clothing with matching shoes and accessories, just in case one was not right.
After church, I stopped at my sister’s, joined the family for lunch and prepared for the Mother’s Day Garden-Tea Party. Many events in my life create images that stick and this was one of them. A colorful group of ladies, some familiar others not so familiar. We chatted and got acquainted with each other before settling down to a menu of delights. The youthful band surprised us with familiar music that sounded so perfect and mellow. It is only when you actually turned to see the band that you realized the music was live.
Meanwhile the setting was just extraordinary. Tables of two, four six and more had been set. With waiters at our beck and call. Mother’s being pampered. The garden was plush, I have grown to appreciate plants and ‘greenery’ so much. The garden had been cleverly nurtured, with a hut-like thatched roof of green palm branches. There was a mix of realistic looking artificial flowers for the décor, however there were beautifully colored roses as the center pieces on the plushly laid tables.
When we found our table, ‘Peach Tea’, none of the guests were seated. Soon after that, a few ladies joined us. The conversation started. The waiters served the most exotic tasting cold tea and kept refilling our glasses. They delivered the three courses on tiered servers. It seems scanty but definitely a delight to see and taste. It was filling, many choices, sweet and savory.
A remarkable experience. The sheer exuberance of the exquisitely dressed mothers or mothers to be. An escapade I am sure I will look forward to next year. Thanks to the organizers, like my children, this will live with me for a very long time.
This acrostic poem is an opportunity to celebrate a great woman. I have grown to appreciate royalty. This must be a result of the chiefs and queen mothers in every Ghanaian town or village. The queen mothers are matriarchs we celebrate them for their strength and resilience.
I carried my miniature plant to school this morning. Walking past our quiet playground, I knew our students would admire and appreciate it. Its uniqueness would encourage them to ask questions. My previous students named the class plant last semester, decorated and took care of it.
Passing beside the playground, I was reminded of the tree stumps that have been purposely buried in the playground sand, with protruding parts of different heights. On the first day of school, I noticed a few of our fifth graders playing on it. The students climbed and jumped onto the surrounding stumps with one girl on the middle stump. I watched them for a while and smiled.
Walking into school this morning, I thought about the possibilities the stumps will generate for our students. Their creative minds allow them to come up with the most innovative ideas. That is when I thought about how simple items can benefit students in many different ways.
I listened to a webinar that completely helped me rethink my story. This short story I crafted in 2020, but felt there was something else it needed to achieve that spark. What I heard was useful and relevant, the kind that interestingly felt like feedback on the work I had done so far.
It made me acknowledge the benefit of feedback and also how being a writer can influence the way I teach and provide feedback to my students.
The webinar has sent me off in a very productive direction. More like a critique partner it has me back on the drawing board, revising and tweaking my story in a way that will be accessible to a wider audience.
I’m a member of a very vibrant and energetic bookclub.
What members bring with them is so thought provoking. The conversations are teeming with connections, life experiences, stories and humour, so much of it. We meet on Zoom from different continents, with our different nationalities and accents. We discuss in a common language.
Having been a participant in different bookclubs I realised how different this format was. I went through the first meeting nodding and thinking, I’m learning so much. Not only was this particular book provocative, but the energy the members brought to the three or four chapters we read was intriguing. So many issues, topics and questions surfaced.
What made the author include this or that?
What was the author thinking?
Why did we have to infer so much?
What exactly was being addressed here?
Sometimes we are led to carry out some more research in order to understand parts of the book.
At the end of our first meeting, I could not wait for the next three or four chapters and the leads that would come from the discussion.
Putting my teacher’s hat on, I plan to set this up for my fifth graders, to get them engaged and ‘fired-up’ to read and enjoy discussions around books.
Browsing through Instagram, I came across a post from one person that led to another. I usually read interesting posts but rarely comment.
This time, the post led me to another. To my amazement it was a challenge, one that I found very inviting, especially at this time of my school year (when my to-do list never diminishes).
A May challenge that asks for one bit of information a day. I found the right title for it, A little piece of me. I thought so, as by the end of the month I would have thought deeply about myself and experienced daily mindfulness at the same time.
I’m glad the post allows us to take a screen shot and answer the questions on our own or with friends. So here’s today’s ‘ask’ below.
I’ll wait till the end of the month to contemplate on all my answers.
During the March slice of life challenge, I collected many words from slicers, words I have never used in my writing. I vowed to use them frequently and today I have been able to dot some of them around, here in my poem about silence.