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I’m writing a book. A book for the boy child.It’s not just for him — it’s for the parent raising him too. The caregiver. The mother. The father. The mentor. The auntie who sees the gaps. The teacher who cares. It’s for every adult…

One of the most grounding lessons I carry is from a woman who is truly after my own heart — my mother. Growing up, greetings in our household were not just routine. They were intentional. You didn’t just say, “Mamukasei.” She would pause, look…

“So… when are the babies coming?” That question. The one that’s thrown so casually at newlyweds — over lunch, at church, at family gatherings, in WhatsApp groups. Sometimes said with a laugh. Sometimes whispered with raised eyebrows. But often, without thought. Let’s talk about…