@Tangled in November 2025

He didn't give it. Even till the moments But it's okay.

Butchy not buchi.

You didn't say everything, right?

Your father's becoming humbler than he's been before— Isn't he?

She's back, but then going into hiding.

She's seen. And like she doesn't want to greet or talk with, or be talked to.

It's clocked four. And there? It's not?

However you'd it is good.

Whatever you'd it's good.

Put another one.

It's not everything that you sees that you must have to yourself.

Not everything, indeed worth looking at in such a way?

She used to call mother, "Mama Oho!" In sounds of the words, "Mother of whole." In the tone of saying that one's caring, loving and nourishing the whole.

Mother used to say, "If you didn't know what to eat, there's food in the house."

She used to say, "Your father? Is there anytime that he don't ask for the food? Isn't it now that you've just given him food."

Mama, there's something that I'd like to tell you— A woman used to say.

Mama, there's something that I'd like to tell you— A woman used to say.

A man who lived at the time was once titled, "Ogbuefi" And another calling him, "Ogbuefi Nna nyere ugo one of Nkanu Akpugo Ajame Ndiuno."

A woman passes, and she would say, "OGBUEFI."

And then she'll receive the reply, "... NNE."

What one says, there are given replying.

There's he that passes not saying anything.

Not all that passes at all the time says anything. Even a greeting is neglected.

If you say, one'll say. If you say not, one won't say.

You cooks rice this way, One cooks rice the other way. You cooked rice the other day, One might've rice cooked on the day.

Almost everyone cooks rice on Sundays.

If it's not rice, then it's soup.

Food? If there's no meat inside it, there'll be fish.

Not all that cooks food, does so with the fish or meat.

The way you cooks, isn't the way another might've his or hers or theirs, or its cooked.

Not all eats food on Sundays. Even at the rest of the day of the Sunday There's they— Even he, she or it that hungers. And more, like the Fridays, of a different religion.

Upon going the neighboring man greets, "Ogbuefi Good morning sir." And he received the answer, "Brother..."

Then in returning, he said to him, "Ogbuefi Good evening sir."

You said M and then E is taken from your mind so you won't say it. That M is given as the greeting, then in recalling, the mind forgets its presence.

If there are words, what's the answer then.

You didn't greet Mama Ezeobi And neither do you greet Mama Kamsi And even Mama Chinwendu And neither do you greet all that passes by

My mother used— It's not by staying Idle as you'd. You should go out, find a work doing.

And she used to say— If you're hungry, there's enough in the pot that you can take. Eat, till you're fully satisfied.

And then mother would scream, "Hey! Who's eaten all the food from the pot?!"

It's funny that she loves to smile, but only end up worrying and burden with the load that she's to carry. She's a caring, loving and nourishing mother while she's living.

Even when she's doing hair dressing, his child would stick closely to her at the shop— Even during the nights and mornings. Almost all the times. And then the male child will stick to the father at the times of spending in the village whenever they both do the traveling.

It's painful to see that she works earnestly hard. And yet, have to complain about having no enough money.

It's not like she spends her money on what's not trading. But rather, she spends her money on buying of food; making food for the family and sustaining almost all. Even the neighboring people eats of her food. As she'd be given by them mostly.

A mother used to say to his son, "You won't sleep earlier so you'll wake up earlier."

Ajd that's in the sense of saying these "Ị maghị ụra n’oge, ka ị ga-eteta n’oge."

Chibuzor... Mama Sopuru called. And he replied...

Thank you very much. You know I'll say it. Now, thank you very, very much. Even for the money and provision.

Thank you for your word that caused me to succeed and finding more opportunities.

Most of the times, mother would ask, "I didn't know what we'll cook. And it's money."

Then mother would say again— Your father don't have a work that's longly doing. You needs to find a work.

If there's anything that one makes, so do another.

If one'd known when death's approaching.

Whatever you've that's living— Take like the signet ring.

You didn't say it Now, I'm saying it. Thank you.

What one's another one's given. And what's given, one uses for the benefits of all.

If one gives water Another receives it And then use it in working for what nearly all uses

You can't smoke it, one can't hide it

Not every time do one gets to have whatever that you wants in life Even the light can be amiss or then not seen awhile Not that it'll never be.

If you believe that you'll make it, then you'll truly make it.

Unbelieving goes with untruth. And that's never true.

Believe that you'll make it through And you'll, even if the state is hard.

What didn't go to school today will go to school on another day.

That it's Sunday, one or even few of many might be found at school.

Today isn't school. Then tomorrow is.

In few minutes, it'll then be next day.

If there's school, there'll be student. And if there's learning, there's likely to be a teacher.

What one didn't take by the bow, they've drawn out to the arrow.

Tell one, tell two— And things would seem like they've from the first.

You can no always have a goal without a net.

One can't always have a goal unless there's a keeper.

What's thrown up, one found at the feet.

In saying a truth that's nearly not, a lie is likely to take its form.

You fry in the morning, you fry at the night. You might never get to fry at the afternoons.

What one didn't fry there, they might fry elsewhere.

Not everything worth mentioning.

Not everything worth seeing.

You eat the rice, one hungers.

When you send eat the rice, one eats.

When a food isn't eaten, one's likely to find more delight in eating his or hers, or even its or theirs.

You eat it first, you might never get to do all firstly.

Eating fastly, but anxiously have its own evil.

What one didn't say right, they might say better.

A teacher once said, "How can you say that you're a student if you came to school without a pen?" In asking.

What one's being told, not listening one uses what bites to inform.

Never knowing— You might never get to see it.

Unless you'd what you're asked, you might never get to have what you want.

In living right, one's his freedom restricted.

And in living freely, one's his right restricted.

What walks down from the step gets up to the steps.

If there's one step, they'll be another step.

And yes, there's likely to be without a step.

What pains one, another finds peaceful with.

Never gets to call, never gets to receive.

At times, if one's in pain, it feels like one's in pen, or then in pan— As having to be looked at intensely to see if that's really true.

Mother used to ask, "Where're you going? If you'd want to go out— You won't tell one where."

Mother used to talk about neighboring friends and their son's work and abilities.

Most times, mother would say, "Let me ask money from the neighbor— Maybe they can lend. Then we could've some to buy what to eat, and what to cook. So then we'll decide on that."

Today's school day. And most of the students aren't inside the classrooms.

You're out, one comes in.

You're nearly in, and then one's nearly out.

A tear makes no tearing unless there's tears.

A man feels chilled when he's calmly taking it.

A chilled food do takes time to get warm.

What's eaten chilled, another one's pained in the teeth in feeling the cooling painful sensation.

Zara, not sorrow?

So low, not sorrow.

Sorry, not sourly? So, not Zo?

Take it easily

There's he who in life, if you didn't greet he'd feel offended

And there's one if you greets, it's more like something precious and graciously given.

If a food is hot it'll take time to calm.

Take it humbly.

Take it, and beg?

If you ask, you might never receive And if you ask again, and again you might've what you want

There's he who as of today he has never been touched.

A fear when there's dear And an affair when it comes to deer

Take it softly.

Hold it tightly

Hold it gently and meekly

If there's a mother, there's love.

If there's father, there's yet a feather

While there's a mother, there's care And father— There's that which makes sense.

Single not circle.

Say "go", not single. Say, "Goal..."

Sing on, not single?

Circle not sell call.

What you didn't cook one gives to you What one's brought you might never have known