SWEET ART BY TEMI

June 2019

The Slap

Friday 28 June 2019 • No comments


Have you ever been in a situation where your child was hit by a stranger? In this part of the world, in some schools, teachers are allowed to beat children if they are out of line(in their opinion). That's how it was when i was growing up, i'm sure things might have changed a bit now. When i say stranger, i'm not referring just to teachers, it could also be a nanny, friend or even a family member. I feel like everyone has a different meter for discipline. The way i choose to raise my child is different from anyone else's way so ultimately, discipline should be left to the parents of the child. 

got lemons? go fishing!

Friday 21 June 2019 • No comments

This is the second part of Young-Man-Catching Sunday Afternoon Dinner. Lemon Meringue Pie was the young-man-catching dessert that ended Mrs. Townsend's dinner. 


'After the second slice he was ready to follow her to the Sahara Desert'

Young-Man-Catching Sunday Afternoon Dinner

Friday 14 June 2019 • No comments

The first story in 'Hallelujah! the welcome table' was so funny. I really don't want to give too much away in case you'd like to read it. I'll just say you're never too old to fish! This chapter was called 'Pie Fishing' and told the story of an old lady who made it very clear that she loved young men. She lured them to her home with her amazing cooking, especially her famous Lemon Meringue Pie. Is the way to a mans heart truly through his stomach? Is it that simple? Well I say true or not, if food can help an old lady get her groove on, it's a useful skill to have. Who says food has to take you all the way to a mans heart? Everybody needs good lovin'!

Hallelujah!

Friday 7 June 2019 • 2 comments



It's been a minute! To be completely honest, it's been a few years. It's really difficult to be consistent at blogging with 'life' happening. So much has happened and so much has changed. Finding yourself is a journey, a journey i'm still on and loving. Thank you for staying with me though my many phases.