Juggling thoughts

As I woke up to the chilling morning with heavy rainfall I could feel the cold chill of pain in my bones from my hip down Oh! That numbness of my body and the excruciating pains hasn’t be the first The breath taking experience of my Cesarean section for my son’s delivery flashed in like it was yesterday Then I begin to think of writing about it particularly this weekend  It’s been two and half years almost since I have had C-section I remember every detail vividly: the cuts, the stitches, the pulls, the suctions, the sound of the blades slicing each layer in my body. Then again I remember how, some of my kins were pretty concern over the entire course of my delivery- Like so concern about me that on the fifth day after I had one the most major surgery, they asked me if I would be able to bear any more children if I ever want in future. I thought they came to meet me to ask if my pains were too unbearable or how I have felt! But I understand! People do worry about their ...

Dear Rishon, It has been the most amazing two years watching you grow. So, here we are ,  another year later —this second year is so much different than the first. Writing to you and for you each year is a dear task for me because I want you to read it when its about time for you to do so. I want you to know we have evolved together with love in every step of your life.   By the time you turned one, you were pretty walking, much less doing more than army crawling. But you loved to sleep the most; you could have brought home a gold medal if sleeping has been a competition.   What hasn’t changed? You are still the most musical kid I’ve ever known.   You go to sleep singing, and you wake up singing—not that we understand 50 percent of what your lyric contains.  Your level of excitement is like nothing I have ever witnessed. When you get excited about something—like your kinder joy, which you eat every other day—you squeal with joy, as if it's...

In one of the conference I attended  to cover a feature story some years ago, there was this young well-educated man who took to stage to showcase one of his innovation on kitchen appliance and his hook was the word “Made easy for house wives.” When he repeatedly hooked the word “house wives”, I thought, he could have used a better choice of words. Since it was unpleasant to my ears. The two different words implies the same person, yet it has a huge line of difference in addressing. Then,  there was this wise lady who manages one of the famous women weavers group of the state walked up the dais, all composed and she smilingly said, “let me correct this first.” “Young man, they are home-makers not house wives, you see!” she said. The audience cheered and applauded her. It boosted my notion of how I have always had this corrective thought of how to address any woman who may be your mother or your wife who does or doesn’t work professionally. Just think ….the salary for ...

Dimapur: For one long week, the complex of Government Higher Secondary School, Chumukedima resembled a make-shift baby nursery. As the young mothers, all elementary school teachers, appeared for a ‘mandatory bridge course’ exam, babysitters and husbands waited outdoors for the three-hour test to get over. A 14-day-old baby was also not spared this ordeal as his mother, a teacher in a government primary school at Toluvi, sat for the bridge course exam. Another parent, Mahesh Singh, a businessman from Lhomithi colony, Dimapur, turned his van into a nursery for his 45-day-old child, that necessitated his mother to take an hourly break from her exams to feed him. Singh’s wife teaches in the primary section of a private school in Dimapur and holds a B.Ed. degree. “I am sharing responsibility, as she loves teaching and she will do anything for it. After all these months, it will be a waste if she loses her job for not doing this bridge course. It is her passion and I support her,” S...