By Tilly Barrie
When we were kids growing up we were not allowed to go out and watch lantern parade because our parents told us it was for grownups. So we would ask our older cousins to explain to us what had gone on during the parade and which lantern had come tops.
The other thing we did was to go to the iconic Congo Town to watch the lantern under construction by a man called Ade, now of blessed memory. And we were quite satisfied with that.
By Peagie Woobay-Foday
Come October, when the heavy rains pour without stopping us, young and old, with all the fights at Model junction to get on the SU bus, which rarely came, or the overloaded taxis, we rush up Mount Aureol to achieve higher education.
A hill so promising and rewarding…
Down the “blocks”, the boys strive hard to make it….e nor easy don block, wata wata food nar di the canteen, blackout to name a few, but they burn their midnight candles well and the results are there…..
Supported by: Open Society Initiative for West Africa (OSIWA)
