Havilah Gold Schools, Epe

Our children will always bring us joy, happiness and peace of mind.

Don't confuse movement with progress because you can run in a place and not get anything done - Denzel Washington

The elephant has fallen.
His transition is a great loss to our school but his name will forever remain in our history.

Keep the date in your diary.

The qualitative education of your child is established here.

Happy Mother's Day to all the super mums of all the children in Havilah Gold Schools, Epe and mothers as well would - be mothers all over the world.

We sincerely appreciate all your sacrifices, dedication and inner strength.

Mama na mama. What can we do without you? Your deep womb and multitasking ability is highly commendable.

May the Lord continue to empower you and cause you all to enjoy the good fruits of all your labour on your children.🙏🙏🙏.

Happy International Women’s Day to all phenomenal women.

Today we celebrate your strength, resilience, compassion, and the quiet power with which you shape families, workplaces, and communities.

May you continue to rise, support one another, and boldly create spaces where women’s voices, leadership, and dreams flourish.

The world is better because of women like you. Imagine the world without women!

Great mothers of Havilah Gold Secondary School children and the rest of the world, keep shining and keep inspiring.

May you all live in sound to enjoy the harvest of your labour.

On behalf of the management, staff and all the children of Havilah Gold Secondary School Epe, we are saying ' Happy International Women's Day.

THE DEVIL IS A LIAR

(How My Diet Plan Collapsed at a Lagos Owambe)

Public service announcement:

Do not attempt a serious diet plan and attend a full-blown Lagos owambe in the same week. It is a structural contradiction.

I was doing well. Discipline. Portion control. Small progress. Encouraging results.

Then we attended one of those classic Lagos celebrations. Excellent crowd. Impeccable venue. Superb music. Everything was on point.

We sat down and were welcomed with premium small chops, not the ordinary kind. About ten to twelve rich varieties. I told myself, “Small chops are small. They don’t count.”

Next came amala and ewedu (gbegiri politely declined), cow leg, fresh fish, and assorted meats. I reassured myself: “Amala is not fattening. Meat is protein.”

Then arrived piping hot asaro (yam pottage) mixed with sweet potatoes, garnished generously with panla and assorted meats. At that point, I began to question my spiritual fortitude. I opted for what was meant to be a “small portion.” I finished the plate. It was exceptional.

Just when I thought the test was over, yams chips and grilled fish followed. I contemplated leaving to preserve what was left of my resolve. The celebrant’s husband came to sit beside me. Under pressure, I sampled some. It was excellent. Resistance was weakening.

Then came the real ambush.

White porcelain dishes arrived. Steam rose. The aroma hit. Eja tutu and Uncle Ben’s rice. They didn't even ask if I wanted any. It was respectfully placed before me. At that point, I began binding every negative force in Lagos. I still ate some.

By now, the diet plan had officially entered ICU.

And then — dessert.

Hans & Renée ice cream. Now, those who know me understand that sweets are my weakness. I initially declined. The server actually took me seriously and moved away. I called her back. One must not joke with destiny. The ice cream was placed before me. It did not survive.

Final score:
LA – 0
“Devil” – 6

The weight loss programme resumes tomorrow.

Lagos owambe is not for the faint-hearted. Discipline requires more than prayer.

Ish. 🙈.

It's another weekend o.

"Do all the good you can,
by the means you can,
in all the ways you can,
in all the places you can,
at all the times you can,
to all the people you can, as long as ever you can." - John Wesley