Man, I wanna go home for my sister's wedding soooo bad! I'm not sure if I'll be able to, with starting a new job and all, but I can almost taste the food on my tongue. My best memories of Nigeria was filching food from my grandma's outdoor kitchen straight from the hot stove. Warm, soft sweet bread, moin-moin, fried fish and other sundry delights. Man...I miss home.
This blog explores another one of my many sides. It might be musings of the day and it's activities, revelations I've had, dreams, goals and aspirations, or just a revealing peek at another layer of Vixen.
This blog explores another one of my many sides. It might be musings of the day and it's activities, revelations I've had, dreams, goals and aspirations, or just a revealing peek at another layer of Vixen.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Memories
Man, I wanna go home for my sister's wedding soooo bad! I'm not sure if I'll be able to, with starting a new job and all, but I can almost taste the food on my tongue. My best memories of Nigeria was filching food from my grandma's outdoor kitchen straight from the hot stove. Warm, soft sweet bread, moin-moin, fried fish and other sundry delights. Man...I miss home.
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