Of Nigeria and my father....
Music, food, visitors and laughter.
Our house was always full during any celebration period... all sorts of people.
I hope you are all okay and having a good time.
I miss my father terribly. But I always have music to remind me of him. And now I want to cry...
But life is as it is, we shall be grateful all the same.
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Sorry about your dad. God knows best. Happy Easter
Adiya
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