LIFE WITH MY GRANDMA.

My grandma actually had her name tattooed on her chest, and on her inner and outer arms, It was very beautiful, against her smooth and very fair skin.

She was an alhaja, and that's what she was called by everyone.

I was given to my grandma when I was exactly age two years and seven months and I have several stories about my life and the times with her.

In the village; we were the few that had the TV,  yes, that cute box that can show peoples inside It, ours was red.

I still remember now.

We were those children that got bathed, dressed in PJs at 7pm, then got fed dinner and taken to Bed, well Bed was on specially laid mats inside Iya Eleko's lounge, lolss😁

We had several Jeans trousers, with lovely tops and other party clothes.

We had cute luggage boxes that kept our stuff.

Our daddies were business travelers, you see.

Alhaja was the mother of some of the greatest mothers there in Agó village.

Who can compare to her in Agó village of Ota, In Ogun State.

I am still so proud of her personhood!

She will tell us ancient stories and some of them were scary & weird, while some of the stories make us all laugh out loud and true.

I remember asking her why she calls me Ibadi'aran.

She then brought out an original Aran material ( Velevet Fabric) and showed me, and then she said It Is a special cloth kept underneath the box, to be used only for special occasions.

She said I was very scarce and special, she said I was plenty in my father's hands.

You see, whenever I mess up and get her very angry, she...