When we got back to the hotel after Nimmy’s therapy, I had just an hour before leaving for the send forth party. Actually, Nayo was going back to England with three of her children only leaving behind the person who came for the therapy, Katouche (who is an undergraduate of History and also a professional singer). The other mums decided to have a little party to send them off since they would be leaving after just two weeks into the programme. I didn’t know what to take along, I wanted to take something African as well as drinks. Puff puff is my favorite snack but it also requires me mixing and frying. Then I thought to myself, what if after going through all that stress they don’t enjoy it. I was even too tired to start mixing and frying and at the end of the day, they won’t eat it. I went for an easier choice: chin chin and plantain chips. I brought some from Nigeria.
I didn’t know the venue so I asked Wendy and her mum to wait for me at the school. By the time I got to the school, they were the only ones left at the bus stop, I was a few minutes late. I apologized and we left for the party. I got some drinks on the way to add to what I was taking along.
The party was at one of the mum’s apartment, Sheena. Whenever I hear her name, it reminds me of the Yoruba name, Shina; very lovely woman from England.
Thank God I came with something, because everyone came with something. Back in Nigeria, when you invite people for a party (except you specifically ask people to come along with food to share, people just expect that you called us so you feed us, right?
Let me write about the chin chin and plantain chips. When everyone at the party saw it, the folks from England were excited. It turned out it was only one person who liked puff puff. Thank you Lord for having my back. My people (black British) started eating chinchin and plantain chips; we asked a Polish lady to try it, she said it was nice and she described their snack that was similar to it. A Spanish boy was asked to taste it, he said the chin chin tasted weird. His mum refused to taste. Sheena said it was ok. Before the main meal of rice and chicken was ready, the chin chin and plantain chips had finished. There were other snacks but that kinda of stole the show.
At the party, I met inspiring young men and women with disability. In spite of their challenges, they had made something out of their lives. I felt like a proud aunty to all of them. They all had inspiring stories to tell and I know I will be sharing their stories on my blog www.diaryofaspecialneedsmum.org soon.
I left the party at 7pm and started rushing home.
30 days in HungaryDay 12 (25.07.17) Tuesday afternoon When we got back to the hotel after Nimmy’s therapy, I had just an hour before leaving for the send forth party. Actually, Nayo was going back to England with three of her children only leaving behind the person who came for the therapy, Katouche (who is an undergraduate of History and also a professional singer). The other mums decided to have a little party to send them off since they would be leaving after just two weeks into the programme. I didn’t know what to take along, I wanted to take something African as well as drinks. Puff puff is my favorite snack but it also requires me mixing and frying. Then I thought to myself, what if after going through all that stress they don’t enjoy it. I was even too tired to start mixing and frying and at the end of the day, they won’t eat it. I went for an easier choice: chin chin and plantain chips. I brought some from Nigeria.I didn’t know the venue so I asked Wendy and her mum to wait for me at the school. By the time I got to the school, they were the only ones left at the bus stop, I was a few minutes late. I apologized and we left for the party. I got some drinks on the way to add to what I was taking along.The party was at one of the mum’s apartment, Sheena. Whenever I hear her name, it reminds me of the Yoruba name, Shina; very lovely woman from England.Thank God I came with something, because everyone came with something. Back in Nigeria, when you invite people for a party (except you specifically ask people to come along with food to share, people just expect that you called us so you feed us, right?Let me write about the chin chin and plantain chips. When everyone at the party saw it, the folks from England were excited. It turned out it was only one person who liked puff puff. Thank you Lord for having my back. My people (black British) started eating chinchin and plantain chips; we asked a Polish lady to try it, she said it was nice and she described their snack that was similar to it. A Spanish boy was asked to taste it, he said the chin chin tasted weird. His mum refused to taste. Sheena said it was ok. Before the main meal of rice and chicken was ready, the chin chin and plantain chips had finished. There were other snacks but that kinda of stole the show.At the party, I met inspiring young men and women with disability. In spite of their challenges, they had made something out of their lives. I felt like a proud aunty to all of them. They all had inspiring stories to tell and I know I will be sharing their stories on my blog www.diaryofaspecialneedsmum.org soon.I left the party at 7pm and started rushing home.
Gepostet von Diary of a Special Needs Mum Initiative am Montag, 31. Juli 2017
