#ibukun akoko

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Final little Akoko household post. The family is now growing um, some grain type (city slicker gang gang) and the rain is much appreciated. After changing baby Adie, Suyana gets herself a new top while Ibukun warms up from the rainy fieldwork to get ready for homework, with which his mom helps.

She really has her hands full now that Oorun is working away from home, sometimes staying in her sleepwear until evening when it's time to make dinner for everyone. but she manages to teach little Pataki to talk or sing i guess (id ont remember lol). Also Ewa brought her cousin Yiyara home from school, cool

Pataki is still cute

Oorun's getting used to living in a new area for the first time in his long life. You can see really far out to sea here.

Also

Suyana causes a fire one morning, that could've gone horribly

This time it only ruined breakfast.

And that's that for now

[vestiduras]

IFIHÀN ti Jesu Kristi 1

Comments: The Apocalypse je ti Jesu! 

Apocalypse tumo si Ifihan.

Awọn nkan ti a kede ninu rẹ yoo ṣẹ laipẹ.

Awọn Apocalypse tun ni awọn ibukun!

Jésù sọ Jòhánù Ajíhìnrere jẹ́ ọ̀kan lára ​​àwọn èèyàn àkọ́kọ́ tó bù kún ayé yìí.

Awọn ile ijọsin meje ti Asia ṣe aṣoju awọn ile-iṣẹ agbara meje wa: chakras meje ti Ọkàn wa. 

Nínú Ìṣípayá, Jésù kọ́ni lẹ́kọ̀ọ́ iṣẹ́ wọn àti bí wọ́n ṣe lè ṣàkóso wọn lọ́nà tó tọ́.

Ọjọ Oluwa tumọ si Akoko Alafo Ọlọrun, eyiti o jẹ idi ti Jesu ati Johannu Ajihinrere fi ri ara wọn ni Ẹmi.

Awọn angẹli 7 ti awọn ijọ meje ni awọn Ẹmi ti awọn wọnyi 

awọn ile-iṣẹ ti agbara, ti o jẹ idi ti kọọkan eniyan ni o kere 7 Souls.

Àwọn ọ̀pá fìtílà wúrà méje náà jẹ́ ibùdó méje ti agbára àtọ̀runwá Jésù.

[earthmatesmagazine]

My Youth Memories

By Folu Agoi

Ages 15-24

Pre-Youth (Pre-15)

I was born at Ipe-Akoko, a town in Ondo State, Nigeria’s South West geopolitical zone, on Tuesday, June 8, 1965, 5 years after Nigeria’s Independence (on October 1, 1960). It was during the country’s First Republic (1963 – 1966), when Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe was the country’s ceremonial president.

My parents, Joseph Taiwo Agoi and Marian Ibukun Agoi, were Christians from the Yoruba ethnic group. Nigeria was in a post-Independence socio-political turmoil around the time of my birth, a situation that resulted in a 30-month fratricidal war, the Biafran War, which broke out in July, 1967. I was two years old then. The war (July 6, 1967 – January 15, 1970), was between Nigeria and the Biafra Republic, a secessionist state that pronounced its independence from Nigeria in 1967. Wartime in the country was like wartime everywhere else. The memories are better forgotten. Thank God some of us survived the civil war.

Schooling for me was fun in post-war Western Nigeria. I attended about six (6) primary schools in various parts of Western Nigeria for my 6-year elementary education – from age 5 to age 10, between 1970 and 1975, because of my father’s frequent transfer. He was a teacher, one of the first graduates in my hometown. I was raised literally in the midst of books. My father was a bibliophile, besides being an educator and stern disciplinarian. Books constituted a considerable percentage of his earthly possessions; several rooms in our house were filled with books, all kinds of books arranged on shelves, some in boxes. He used to tell us stories, to our secret amusement, about how, as a little boy in elementary school, he used to wash his books with soap and water whenever any of the books got soiled. I’m the eldest child of our parents, the first of six (6) children. We, my siblings and I, naturally fell in love with books. My literary production – indeed, my activities as a creative writer and literary activist – could be credited to those formative years.

I’m a bibliophile like my father, and like many of my old schoolmates. I was in high school, around 14 years of age, when I read virtually all works of James Hadley Chase. I also read the works of Mario Puzo, Ian Fleming, Jeffrey Archer, Sidney Sheldon, Agatha Christie, Irving Wallace, Marie Corelli, Lewis Carroll and other great writers. I read The Famous Five series, M and B (Mills and Boon) novels and so many exciting books, besides international magazines, such as Right On, Ebony Magazine, and, of course, local publications.

The seed of my literary production began to germinate in my third year in high school, in 1979, when I was a 14-year-old boy filled with sweet dreams of a bright future in a utopian society. However, looking back, I wish I could go back to those sweet days of my childhood.

Youth (15-24) years (1980 – 1989)

I had my 5-year secondary education in 3 schools: Independence Grammar School, Ondo (1976 – 1977); St Charles’Grammar School, Osogbo (1977 – 1978); and Lagos African Church Grammar School, Ifako-Agege, Lagos (1978 – 1982). I was hyperactive in my youth, which, for instance, earned me some popularity, and ranked me among rascals, in school. It might have been triggered by my father’s attempt to impose a career on me. My artistic talent manifested when I was around 14 years old, in high school, but my father wanted me to concentrate on science subjects (particularly physics, chemistry and biology), so I could pursue a career in a prestigious profession. Like most Nigerian parents at the time, he wanted me to become a medical doctor or an engineer, or even a lawyer – anything but a virtual artist. So, he always scolded me anytime he found me “wasting” my time drawing things instead of reading my books. That experience had a psychological effect on me throughout my adolescent period, until my late twenties when I reconnected with art and started writing poetry, though my poetic talent started manifesting in the last 3 years of my high school life – from 1979 to 1982, when I was between 14 and 17 years.

After high school, I proceeded to Lagos State College of Education (later renamed Adeniran Ogunsanya College of Education) for my Nigeria Certificate in education (NCE). My father was a senior lecturer at the institution at the time. I studied English and Christian Religious Studies from 1983 to 1986.

Post-youth (Post-24)

A year after I completed my NCE programme, I was employed by the Lagos State Teaching Commission to teach English in public secondary schools. Three years later, I enrolled at Ondo State University (now Ekiti State University) Ado-Ekiti, where I studied English from 1990 to 1994 and obtained a Bachelor’s degree in education (Bachelor of Education, B.Ed). I obtained an M.Ed (Master of Education) in Educational Management from the same institution in 1997.

I got married at 28, on June 5, 1993, took up an appointment as a teacher of English at Corona Secondary School, an international school headquartered in Lagos, where I worked for 3 years. That was where I wrote my first serious poem, “The Master Potter” in 1998. The editor of the school magazine had asked me to contribute an article to an edition of the magazine, giving me two weeks to turn in my article. On the eve of the deadline, I was unable to write an article on any topic, so I asked if I could send a poem, and he said, “Yes, anything from you will be fine.” I thus forced myself to write the poem later that night. The poem dramatises the plight of teachers in Nigeria; it depicts the situation of an old poverty-stricken teacher who, despite his wretched state, keeps boasting of the great men and women he has produced, looking forward to when he will reap the fruit of his earthly labour in heaven. Every one of my colleagues that saw the poem fell in love with it, some asking for copies of the poem. The poem really spoke to them. That was how I started writing poetry, writing poem after poem almost every day, hoping to, one day, be in a position to reform my society, using art. Then, in February, 2001, two of my poems, ‘He Died’ and ‘I Seek a Woman’ won the BBC Poetry Competition (Network Africa). Several awards were to follow; including Prof Wole Soyinka Award for Literature (2007), Mother Drum Golden Award for Excellence (2012), The Tutuola Palm for Poetry award (2019), and SWANA 2020 Poetry Competition (2020; SWANA: Southwest Association of Nigerian Authors).

My first book, Towards Effective Use of English – A Grammar of Modern English, was published in 1999, followed by Candid Lyrics – An Anthology of Lyrical Poetry (2000), More Candid Lyrics – Another Anthology of Lyrical Poetry (2001), An Offering of Olive – An Anthology of Peace Literature (2004), Service to Fatherland (poetry, 2013), I Know the Smell of My Lover's Skin - A Spring of Lyrics Powered by Love (poetry, 2017), and Dear Child, Look Closely – A Life Manual (poetry; school edition, 2022), and a couple of other books which I co-edited.

I attended University of Lagos, Akoka, Lagos, from where I obtained another Master’s degree – an M.A. (Master of Arts) in English Language – in 2000. I moved to another private school in Lagos, Greensprings Schools, in 2001, where I taught for one year, after which I was offered a lecturing job at a public (Lagos State-owned) college of education, which later transmuted into a university.

My mother died – around 56 – on March 28, 2004, and about 10 months later, on January 25, 2005, my father – 72 – followed. Several times a father, I enrolled at Babcock University, Ilisan-Remo, Ogun State, in 2020, for an M.Phil. (Master of Philosophy) degree course in English (Stylistics). Between 1999 and now, I’ve authored about 10 books, mostly poetry collections, and won several awards.

Looking back

Nigeria has, since Independence, had a chequered socio-political history. The country gained its Independence from Britain in 1960 and became a republic in 1963. It was ruled by military dictators from 1966 to 1999, with a brief return to civilian democracy from 1979 to 1983 – the Second Republic. The resultant political upheavals had adverse effects on the socio-economic life of the country, as reflected in the situation of the citizens. Many of our country’s political leaders – such as commissioners, ministers, governors and even heads of state – who referred to us some forty (40) years ago as “future leaders” are still – even now in their late 70s and 80s – clinging to power. For instance, General Muhammadu Buhari was Nigeria’s head of state between 1983 and 1985, having shot his way to power through a coup détat. I was 18 years old in 1983. Today, thirty-nine (39) years later, the same man is the country’s president, coming back to power seven years ago (in 2015) – after his retirement from the army – as a born-again democrat (serving as the country’s 7th and 15th head of state), following the example of General Olusegun Obasanjo who was the country’s 5th and 12th head of state.

In my youth, I had been filled with dreams and visions of myself as a future leader who would make a difference in the life of my society, offering services needed to alleviate people’s pain. However, looking back, I wish our society could move back to the days of my youth, those days when living standards were high and the cost of living very low, when we lived in peace with our neighbours, enjoying tranquility in every part of our dear country; when, for instance, we used to travel by road and rail across the country without any fear of being killed or kidnapped; when we used to enjoy uninterrupted power supply, a function of solid social and economic infrastructure established – or revamped after Independence – by some of our First-Republic leaders, particularly Chief Obafemi Awolowo, Premier of Western Nigeria, for which many of us now look back with a deep sense of nostalgia.

Suggestions for and about youngsters

I’d advise the youth to read extensively and travel wide and far, as much as they can, to acquire more knowledge and enrich their minds. They should emancipate their minds from primordial stereotypes and sentiments, and work hard along the path of peace, appreciating the beauty of nature dramatised by the rainbow whose charm is a function of diversity. They should deploy their creative energy towards the reformation of the universe. They should avoid the temptation of harbouring a monochromatic approach to life, seeing every instance of otherness as an evil tendency, which is a common cause of conflict. Rather, they should espouse the spirit of Ubuntu, which, translated literally, means, “I am, because we are!”

Adversity has a way of moving people to a realm of higher consciousness. I’d advise those in war and crisis zones to hang on to faith and hope; to, as much as possible, participate actively in cerebral and creative activities, striving to function as a leading light in the search for conflict resolution and peace. I’d advise them to eschew bitterness – for their own peace of mind, and preach forgiveness and reconciliation.

Bio

Folu Agoi, President of the Nigerian Centre of PEN International (aka PEN Nigeria), erstwhile Chairman of Association of Nigerian Authors, ANA, Lagos Branch (March 13, 2004 – October 13, 2007), winner of BBC Poetry Competition (2001) and SWANA 2020 Poetry Competition (Nov 7, 2020; SWANA: Southwest Association of Nigerian Authors), recipient of several awards – including Prof Wole Soyinka Award for Literature (2007), Mother Drum Golden Award for Excellence (2012), The Tutuola Palm for Poetry award (by The Delta Book Club; July 23, 2019), is a creative (and academic) writer, poet, scholar, literary activist, book editor and publisher. A lecturer in the Department of English, Lagos State University of Education (LASUED), Lagos, Nigeria, he has attended conferences and performed his poetry in several towns and cities in Africa, Europe, America and Asia.

Email: foluagoi.1@gmail.com

[davidsoto666]

"Te hice awo, no solo para bendecirte, sino también para someterte a las más duras pruebas..."

Ifá dice:

"Elemerè… Si tu paciencia y confianza no te alcanzan para esperar, entonces podrás asegurar que nunca llegarás al final del camino…"

"Elemerè... Ti rẹ suuru ati ki o gbekele o to lati ko duro, ki o si ti o ti le rii daju wipe o ti ko de opin ni opopona..."

Ifá no llega a nuestras vidas precisamente para cumplir nuestros deseos y necesidades mundanas, terrenales y materiales… Porque de lo que no es de este mundo no podemos esperar satisfacciones mundanas como única vara para medir su eficiencia y efectividad en la solución de nuestros problemas humanos…

Quienes esperan que con recibir a Ifá bien sea en Isefa o en Itefa, ya tienen todos sus problemas terrenales solucionados o resueltos, viven de espaldas a la realidad, cometen un grave error… ¡Porque Ifá no es de este mundo… y no podemos pretender humanizarle de manera tan vulgar y trivial...!

Ifá dice:

Te hice Awo, no para bendecirte, sino para someterte a las más duras pruebas... No te equivoques Awo...

Mo di awo, ko si bukun, ko si ko si, lati fi si nira julọ idanwo ... ko si àsìṣe awo...

Si somos religiosos de verdad creemos en una vida más allá de lo terrenal, más allá de la realidad mundana y material que hoy tenemos, y debemos estar convencidos por elementales principios religiosos de la trascendencia de nuestras respectivas vidas espirituales… O sea, que debemos tener la convicción de que nuestros espíritus, nuestras almas poseen alcances que van mucho más allá de la vida encarnada que ahora poseemos, y que esa vida encarnada actual no es más que una ínfima parte del sendero que nuestros espíritus deben seguir en el camino de una vida espiritual plagada de encarnaciones sucesivas en los diferentes mundos de la Creación… Y esto nos debe hacer tomar consciencia de lo que realmente somos… "Espíritus o Almas creadas por Olódùmarè para servir de alguna manera a Su Creación…" ¡Y, no debemos equivocarnos en esto!

Ifá dice:

"Elemerè... Si crees que esta es tu única experiencia de vida encarnada, te puedo asegurar que podrás tener hasta 20000 experiencias parecidas o similares..."

"Elemerè... Ti o ba ro awon wonyi ni awon rẹ nikan iriri ti aye, mo le idaniloju o wipe o ti yoo ni soke si 20.000 iru tabi iru iriri..."

Cuando Ifá profetiza, sea para bien o para mal, su profecía se enmarca en un tiempo indeterminado, inmaterial y trascendental, lo cual debe ser correctamente interpretado y jamás enmarcado dentro del único contexto de nuestras necesidades urgentes y mundanas… porque muchas son las veces en las cuales nuestras necesidades terrenales precisan de soluciones urgentes, mientras que las bendiciones profetizadas por Ifá como parte de las transformaciones posibles a nuestros problemas siempre serán precedidas de un determinado costo y, este costo puede estar representado por grandes sacrificios o tribulaciones que nos hagan merecedores o no de las bendiciones profetizadas por Òrúnmìlá, quien puede estar refiriéndose a nuestro tiempo de vida espiritual como seres casi eternos, o a nuestro tiempo terrenal… pero, esto no lo sabremos nunca porque forma parte de los secretos de La Creación.

Ifá dice:

"Elemerè… Mi tiempo no es el tuyo, porque yo pienso en la eternidad y tú en el hoy y en un mañana cercano..."

"Aago mi ni ko tirẹ, nitori Mo ro pe ni ayeraye ati ọjọ kan ni owuro ati ni awọn nitosi…"

Entonces, ¿qué nos tocaría pensar y cómo actuar..?

Pues, como respuesta a estas preguntas y otra más, aquí les dejo un diálogo entre el Awo Elemerè y Òrúnmìlá y que cada cual saque sus propias conclusiones...

Ifá dice:

"Elemerè... y siempre recuerda que yo no necesito de ti, pero tú de mi si..."

"Elemerè... ati ki o ranti nigbagbogbo wipe mo ti ko nilo o, sugbon si mi ti o ba rẹ…"

EL DIÁLOGO:

Palabras de Elemerè a Òrúnmìlà: Padre, me dijiste…

Vencerás a tus enemigos,

Tu cuerpo quedará limpio de la enfermedad,

La tristeza se apartará de tu camino,

El amor tocará a tus puertas,

Recuperarás lo que has perdido,

La felicidad y la alegría retornarán

Y te convertirán en la persona

Más feliz del mundo…

Segun ota rẹ,

Rẹ ara yio jẹ o mọ ti arun,

kuro rẹ ona,

Ife yoo fi ọwọ rẹ ibode,

Bọsipọ ohun ti o ti sọ ti sọnu,

Idunu ati ayo yoo pada

Ati awọn ti o ba di awọn eniyan

Idunnu aye...

Y te recibí con ilusión y esperanzas,

Entraste a formar parte de mi sagrado santuario,

Te dedico horas de adoración,

Estudio tus enseñanzas,

Aprendo tus oraciones y Orikis,

Tus liturgias y secretos,

Pero, lo prometido por ti no llega

¿Por qué Padre mío..?

¿Es que acaso me has engañado?

¿Es que acaso tus promesas se convirtieron en aire y espuma?

O gba pẹlu awọn oyaya ati ireti,

O wa lati wa lara

mi mimọ Ibi Irubo,

Mo wa kati ti,

Iwadi rẹ eko,

Mọ rẹ adura ati

orikis,

Rẹ ati asiri

Sugbon, bi o ba kuna

nipa ileri

Idi mi Baba?

Ṣe o je wipe o ti mi?

Ni pe boya rẹ ileri

Nwọn di air ati foomu?

Me hice Awo para comprenderte,

Para adorarte y cumplir con tu mandato,

Me hice tu seguidor incondicional y fiel,

Acepté el destino que me marcaste,

He cumplido cabalmente cuanto me has pedido,

¡Y desde que entraste en mi vida mis calamidades son cada vez mayores!

¿Por qué Padre mío, te ensañas conmigo?

¿Por qué tus promesas para mí no se han cumplido?

¿Qué debo pensar y qué debo hacer para que tus bendiciones me alcancen,

Antes de que la desilusión y el fracaso me venzan y me alejen de ti.

Ti o, Lati sin ati mu rẹ ase,

Mo di elesin kan ati ki o olotito yin,

Mo gba awọn ayanmọ ti mi,

Mo ti sọ beere bi kikun pade,

Ati ki o niwon o wá sinu aye mi

Mi ti wa ni npo!

Idi mi Baba, ti o mi?

Idi rẹ ileri lati fun mi ti ko ti pade?

Mo ro pe ohun ti ati ohun ti Mo se

fun rẹ ibukun de ọdọ mi,

Ṣaaju ki awọn oriyin ati ikuna

tete kuro lati mi ati ki o o.

Respuesta de Òrúnmìlá:

El ñame crece fuerte y robusto,

A pesar de los vientos huracanados,

A pesar de las crecidas de los ríos,

A pesar del sol abrazador,

A pesar de saber que será devorado

como alimento de los hombres…

Porque las verdaderas cosechas

son aquellas que prosperan,

A pesar de las inclemencias del tiempo,

A pesar del apetito de los hombres…

Pero todo lleva su tiempo,

Su tiempo bueno, su tiempo malo…

Toda bendición tiene un coste,

En llantos, en sacrificios, en esfuerzos,

En voluntad y pruebas,

Mis profecías anuncian un posible final del camino, el final ideal de ese camino…

Siempre que tus sacrificios, tu sufrimiento,

Tus lágrimas y tu sudor,

Te hagan merecedor de tales bendiciones,

Y el tiempo de tus pruebas y tribulaciones,

Nunca serán suficientes para compensar,

La gracia que te espera al final del camino.

Bíótilẹ lagbara efuufu,

Bíótilẹ odo iṣan omi,

Bíótilẹ oorun,

Pelu mọ wipe o yoo run

Bi ounje ti awọn ọkunrin...

Nitori otitọ buba,

Ṣe awọn awon ti o ṣe rere

pelu oju ojo,

Bíótilẹ yanilenu ti awọn ọkunrin...

Sugbon gbogbo gba to akoko,

rẹ ti o dara akoko, buburu rẹ akoko...

Gbogbo ibukun ni o ni iye owo ka,

Ni omije, ninu ẹbọ, ninu akitiyan ni ife ati igbeyewo,

Mi asolete kede kan ti ṣee ṣe,

Opin ni opopona, awọn bojumu opin ti opopona...

Nigbakugba rẹ ẹbọ, ijiya rẹ,

Rẹ ati omije rẹ lagun,

O se yẹ iru ibukun,

Ati, ni akoko ti rẹ idanwo ati,

Ko ni le to lati isanpada,

Awọn oore ti o ni opin ni opopona.

Tu paciencia, tu perseverancia,

Tu voluntad y confianza en mis palabras,

Forman parte de tales pruebas…

Y nunca deverás decir que ya has sufrido bastante,

O que lo has hecho en demasía,

O que el tiempo de tus tribulaciones es excesivo,

Porque tú no sabes lo que hiciste,

Con tus existencias pasadas, con los

destinos que malgastaste,

Con los errores que cometiste, con las deudas contraídas…

Porque ni tan siquiera sabes lo que haces mal,

En esta propia vida para la que reclamas mis bendiciones,

Para la que reclamas un mejor destino.

Rẹ ife ati igbekele ninu ọrọ mi,

Apá iru igbeyewo...

Ati ki o yẹ ki o sọ kò ti o ti jiya to,

Tabi o ti sọ ṣe ju Elo,

Tabi ti awọn akoko ti rẹ idanwo ni nmu,

Nitori ti o ko mo ohun ti o se pẹlu rẹ kọja, pẹlu awọn ibi ti o,

pẹlu awọn asise ti o ṣe, pẹlu onigbọwọ...

Nitori ko tile mo ohun ti o ba nse ti ko tọ si,

Ni yi gan aye fun ti o ti beere fun mi ibukun,

Fun ti o ti beere kan dara ojo iwaju.

Aun tu camino es largo y tortuoso,

Tus pruebas más duras aun están por venir,

Y sin embargo ya me reclamas,

Y me tildas de mentiroso,

Me culpas de no cumplir mis promesas…

Y esto no será bueno para ti,

No será bueno para tu destino,

Tus necias palabras te apartan de la verdad,

Te apartan del destino que quiero para ti,

Del destino por el que debes luchar,

Del destino que tienes por conquistar,

Con el filo de la espada de tu entereza,

De tu perseverancia, voluntad y fe…

Rẹ idanwo ni o wa sibẹsibẹ lati wa si

Ati awọn ti o beere fun sibe mi bi

Ati awọn ti o kan opuro,

O si ẹṣẹ mi fun ti ko fifi

mi ileri...

Ki o si yi ko ni dara fun o,

O ko ni dara fun irinajo rẹ.

Rẹ Aṣiwère awọn ọrọ ti o kuro lati ododo,

A kuro lati nlo ti mo fe fun o,

Ti nlo fun eyi ti o gbodo ja,

Opin o ni lati segun,

Pẹlu idà rẹ ti,

rẹ, ipinnu ati igbagbo...

Te hice Awo no para darte privilegios,

No para premiarte,

No para hacerte mejor que los demás,

No para perdonar tus errores y equivocaciones,

No para hacerte superior a otros,

No para creerte con más derechos a recibir bendiciones…

Te hice Awo para tenerte más cerca,

Para hacerte sentir aun más el sufrimiento,

Para darte la oportunidad de ganarte mis bendiciones,

Con el filo de esa misma espada…

Un verdadero Awo es quien conoce el sufrimiento,

La tristeza, el hambre, la melancolía, la

enfermedad,

La nostalgia, el desespero, la impotencia y la pérdida,

Es quien ha vivido lo peor para transmitir sus experiencias a los demás…

No eres Awo en esta vida que tienes

para disfrutar de privilegios y ventajas,

Sino, para prepararte para la continuidad,

De una vida espiritual y futura más elevada,

Para darte la oportunidad de cumplir con la voluntad del cielo, con esa voluntad,

Que ningún ser humano conoce,

Pero que inexorablemente siempre será cumplida.

Anfani,

Ko lati san o,

ko lati ṣe awọn ti o dara ju elomiran,

ko lati dariji rẹ ati awọn ašiše awọn ašiše,

ko lati ṣe awọn ti o si elomiran,

ko si gbagbọ pẹlu siwaju sii awọn ẹtọ

si ibukun...

Mo ti ṣe àwo lati ni o jo,

Lati ṣe awọn ti o lero ani diẹ sii ijiya,

Lati fun o ni anfani lati win mi ibukun

Pẹlu awọn eti ti idà...

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Akoko family in the evening. Y'all know how I feel about having to deal with two toddlers at once, but by now Pataki has learned his toddler skills and is pretty independent, which makes a huge difference to me

Baby sister Adie's making great strides too :)

Chance cards and grade reports. I forgot to have Titobi complete his homework last night :/

The boys are fairly outgoing, and each brought a girl home from school. I mean I think Oraora and Bierdna just snuck out, they don't go to school

The house gets chaotic fast

That evening it's finally time for Pataki to age up

But also

Suyana joins her husband in Elderhood

[cruciferous-spatula]

Over at the Akoko household, it's confession time.

Apparently I'd cut the Akoko segment of last round short by like, 3 in-game days, because of that horrible pink flashing soup nightmare that I just couldn't solve. I don't remember deciding to do that... I think I just tried to switch to the next household in the hope of fixing things and meant to switch right back but forgot.

So to catch up to the rest of the hood's timeline, we'll be playing approximately 7 days here instead of the usual five. Mea maxima culpa et cetera. Anyway

the goats have multiplied

Suyana still spends her days at home with the goats, the grain field and the younger kids

And obviously she can't be everywhere at once. Little Pataki is learning to do some things all by himself, like escaping from nap time.

The lady cat grew old

Oorun is very hands-on parent when he's home from his entertainment job

And fortunately the oldest kids are pretty independent. Their parents would have preferred if they helped out around the house more though.

Emperor Harikoa visits his plebeian buddy. As ya do. I imagine Oorun entertains at the palace so. Also They've been buds since forever and are brothers in law

Adie grew up!

And Oorun is moving up the ranks at work.

and lil Pataki got gifted a weird lamp... yay. there's way too many of these in my hood

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Para catches a golden fish! Like the golden child she is

I never realised cousins Ibukun and Para are the same height

Lil' Manawataki still naps in the afternoon, lucky bastard

also

hooray!

Mayu likes bringing the girls on a hike when the weather is nice, and now that Wahi is up and healthy she'll be coming along and enjoying it whether she likes it or not

Unfortunately the weather is sometimes just TOO nice, and Mayu can't handle the extreme temperatures like she used to. This actually made her collapse for a second

yeah literally a second. She wouldn't even wait for her daughter to help her cool off before sitting back up.

Moemoea has managed to escape the hikes by taking up jogging instead. Also dat tan!

Awatea is also excused for now on account of being on watcher-mandated bed rest until her flu clears up. And what is this young lady you are nowhere near old enough to be daydreaming about boys

Also it's birthday

yeah when isn't it right? Manawataki grows up looking A LOT like his mom, and I decided to lean in to that and gave him her haircut.

And whadddya know

Sorry Wahi :(

moar soon

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Final Keta household part of round 13! The one in which I had Waiata take Nifesi to the beach for impromptu playdating

Water balloon splash fruit games are so great for getting all those cousins met. Waiata is crazy good at sandcastles (she has 8 mechanical points) setting a great example for her niece Nui.

So, highly successful little outing. Nifesi even manages to meet a person she's not related to. Here she is with Ulli Vuosttamus, getting very excited talking about balls.

Back home, the weather turns for the wetter

And thunderier.

All the adults and dogs make sure to run very close to the fire and flail around, because sims -_-

Fortunately the children were all napping indoors at the time

And, of course, it's still raining heavily, so here's the same scene less than a minute later

Ok then.

That evening, Yiyara outgrows toddler mode

Huzzah! And that's where we leave these guys.

Sorry I didn't get any pictures of baby Tunu for this part! I forget that the babies exist sometimes lol

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Ok, I think I fixed the horrible pink soup that ate my game. But anyway here's what shoud've gone in the last post ig lol

First off, Ocker grew up. Did you remember that this puppy lived here now? I didn't.

A very smelly Suyana goes into labour while Idja and Johka Vuosttamus are visiting. Her arm goes wonky for some reason, that's a weird way to hold a babby. But yeah welcome to the world baby Adie!

Also Titobi aged up. And then my game crashed. And then it was all purple soup so

At least I got him out of that theme-breaking winter sweater

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Well. That's a new house.

And a different, more exciting-looking new house behind it there. We'll be seeing more of it later.

Anyway yeah hello and welcome to the Akoko household! Now moved to a new and improved house made out of real molded and sun-baked clay, rather than the ol' sticks and reeds. It's the new way of things.

Here we see Suyana with baby Pataki. She's expecting again for the sixth and final time. She won't be aging into elderhood this round, but only just. Behind them, eldest child Aworan checks out the new garden.

Cat power couple DD and Diddy came along, of course

As did the Akoko goats :) and the children are now in school, with all the opportunity that brings

This family is plebeian, so we aren't seeing much grandeur yet, but I'm really feeling the upgrade the new house is. Oorun, too, is glad his littlest child will grow up in this relative luxury.

He even finds motivation to be even more of a breadwinner, as he's allowed to now. His choice of career is a surprise to his wife, he was always the serious one of the two (he has 4 points on the serious-playful scale, she has 7). But then he does have the Insane trait. And the "Become Rock Star" LTW. So it kind of tracks.

Stuck at home, Suyana spends what free time she can find in between caring for the goats, crops and baby by entertaining friends and family. Her sister Mayu is actually Empress now I guess, so though the family ain't rich, they're not without powerful connections. But like, who isn't in this hood at this point lol. And Mayu and Harikoa's niece Aroha, also visiting, actually works for them at the palace now.

That evening, Ibukun checks on his baby bro

to find that he's rapidly becoming a lil less of a baby. Or more of one, depending how you look at it. A bigger one, anyway. He grew!

And what a sweet lil guy he is now!

End of part one.

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Heading over to the Akokos now. Both their nanny goats are pregnant apparently, that's exciting

Speaking of pregnant :P

also

Oorun got old! Although he doesn't even look older at all, his hair's just grey now

^^ When the kids are literally falling asleep and still don't want to go to bed :P

Aworan runs into this really pretty girl Miharo, and they get along great. Double bolts eh? In my book that means it's date time!

Any excuse is a good excuse to get a break from a house full of kids and goats and cats and parents, so I sent these cuties to the beach

as it makes for better conversation.

Then again. the beach is also full of prying eyes and third wheels. Aworan's buddy and cousin Aitor is alright tho

But after the sun sets, the lil lovebirds can get to really know each other

and even share a milestone or two.

Success! Now let's go home Denny

One of the goats gave birth and is now producing a whole lotta milk to the delight and refreshment of all.

and that just about wraps up part one of this segment of this round. see ya around!

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Akokos now, here we go... Oorun has reason to be pissed off in the loading screen

ooff! She's still the hottest lady Oorun's ever seen, make no mistake. For comparison how Yana feels about him is on the right... were there ever two sims so mutually attracted? And you blew it all Yana! And for what??

If it weren't for Yana being preggy and Oorun being so bloody righteous, I would have just broken them up. Thing is, Oorun also has this super want for the baby, so he's not gonna have her move out NOW, or just after the birth when she'll still be needing to breastfeed the baby, sooo

They're just kind of avoiding each other, taking turns sleeping so they don't need to share the bed, and focusing on their growing boys.

Speaking of which

Aworan and Ibukun are old enough to be helping out, even with their little brother Titobi. They're not allowed to milk the goats yet, but they still help in their own way and enjoy the fresh milk.

They can sense that their dad is upset about something, and the tension between their parents, but they're not having much luck getting them to explain things. Their dad only kind of explains it in codes, talking about "drama" and whatnot.

And their mom, whenever they ask about it, changes the subject and talks about their new sibling that's about to arrive instead.

And not much later that is exactly what happens.

Ewa is born :3

Aworan and Ibukun don't even mind being woken up in the middle of the night by all the commotion. A sister! They've never had one of those before!

Oorun meets his youngest, and Suyana heads to bed.

part 2 coming soon :)

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yeah, sorry y'all. you probably know how i felt about this whole thing and Oorun felt the same way, so

please ignore the cat attending to important business in the background

but the real event is under the cut

Welcome to the world Ibukun. Thank you for not killing your mom on your way out.

aaaaand right back at it are we? well allright :P

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Reasonably busy day with the Akokos.

Aworan lifetime tending crops has rather predictably made him an expert on the matter

That evening, Suyana and Inti have a talk and are basically friends again why not (I want to embrace the drama but deep down I just want all my sims to get along)

Ewa grew up! And is an aspiring artist now :D

The next day she heads to the beach to try and make some friends, with varying success. Her cousin Sanma's games are too rough, her other cousin Awatea won't stop and say hi at all, and this boy Tomuritanga is nice and very good at sandcastles (edit: got Wahi and Awatea confused at first lol, surprised it hasn't happened before really)

Meanwhile

boomp! How exciting

And as ever, popularity sims Ewas brother and mother are doing their popularity sim things

And Oorun starts a fire. It had to happen eventually

Ewa and Titobi, who where in the room at the time, are directed to bloody RUN and occupy themselves outside so they don's run back into the flames, and Oorun pulls a way futuristic extinguisher out from somewhere

I could not keep Yana or Aworan out though. At least Yana's helping. Aworan just decided to stand in the blaze.

Oh well. Everyone survived... this time.

Ewa's art survived without so much as a singe, amazingly, and baby Pataki slept through the whole thing.

And that's the end of the round :)

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Akoko household part 2. Titobi meets a wolf... Oorun is keeping an eye on the encounter, confident that he can chase away the wolf if it tries something, experienced hunter that he is, but he's looking a lot less worried here than I would've

No harm done though. The weather clears, Elewá drops by, Titobi likes her a lot because she's nice and his auntie.

The little ones meet two of their many, many cousins...

With all these helpful volunteer nannies hanging around, the parents appear to have found some time to work things out... this is ACR's doing, I'd decided I wasn't going to try to make them stay together longer than necessary for baby Ewa's sake

With being... busy... upstairs, Oorun and Suyana miss out on the double birthday happening in the yard

Aworan grows up into a clumsy popularity sim, with a fortune secondary. And I forgot to roll his gender preference of course -_-

Titobi is also here :P i actually love that he's a heavy sleeper, they're the best

Post-makeover shots from the next day. I got Aworan a massive ass drum because his oth is music

The cats are also here. Dudders is visiting his parents today, and just being a big meanie to them unfortunately

Dudders came here with Ife, and Didan is also here. The boys enjoy a meal with their uncles.

Suyana is struggling.

and that's part 2. Part 3 to come :)

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Chill family evening with the Akokos. Suyana introduces baby Titobi to his uncle Ife.

DD and Diddy have a surprise for the family, well two actually

Dido is a respectable name at least, but Dudders? Not one of my finest moments I'll admit

Yana's niece Eallin pays a visit one day. Aworan thinks she's really cool because she's older than him and she's his cousin you know

😏

yep.

Picture of Ibukun, just to brighten your day

The kittens are given new homes. Dido moves over to the Leheniks, Dudders to the Keji

And yeah I moved Luma back to the Lehenik household when Lorea moved in with Puawai. I wasn't comfortable with Indartsu living all alone with a toddler, what if there's a bear or something

and then suddenly it was Ibukun's birthday! He grew up evil lol

Also Titobi's

The last two pics

And that's all from the Akoko household for now