Hi Readers! This is Treena, at last! Are you breathing a sigh of relief that I’ve got my page back, or are you missing Tayo? Don’t make me jealous by feeling the former. I guard this page very jealously, you know, and I appreciate all those who read it; particularly those who have stayed loyal for over twenty years! Wao! It’s been running for more than 26 years now! Amazing!

Hi Readers!
I was pleasantly surprised when we got to the airport in Accra to find the place awash with so many of my relatives; mainly the younger generation of dad’s family in Ghana, and mum’s family from Liberia and Sierra Leone.

Hi Readers!Nanny and I arrived here in Accra yesterday, a week ahead of Heather’s white wedding. Boy! It was nice to see my parents looking so well and happy. Aunt Adeline too! I became like a little girl once again as I hugged each of them over and over again. The sudden death of Tayo’s dad made me appreciate my parents being alive, and I asked after their health solicitously.”

Hi Readers! It takes a lot of courage to sleep when there’s so much sorrow in the house, so, needless to say that I found it difficult to go to sleep in Tayo’s room to which Liz, Boma, Becky and I had retired for the night.

Hi Readers! Talk of the wind blowing weeds into your garden of lovely roses! It was a Saturday mid-morning and our materials supplier had just delivered the various materials we were going to use for Heather’s white wedding in Accra. We were in high spirits as we admired one material after the other.