How can one little inanimate object be so special to a boy? Ella is a little grey elephant who has traveled the world now. She has traveled by train, plane, taxi, boat, ferry, across three continents. She is one of the most beloved of objects in Jesse’s life.

One time he left her in his older brother’s school. We couldn’t find her anywhere, and a very sad little boy went to bed without her. I promised I would find her for him. I called all the places I could remember we had gone that day, but nobody had seen a little soft grey elephant. Finally I remember I was at the school with Jesse for a PTA meeting and perhaps, she had gotten left there. Rushing to the school, late, in the dark, I peered through the windows and caught sight of Ella. There she sat, sad and alone.

I dutifully went home, set my alarm clock for 5:00am the next day. I knew the cafeteria workers would be there to open up the school for the day at that time. The next morning I sped to the school, 5am. Silently I crept into the darkened “Parent Room”, grabbed that little elephant and raced home. Putting her into Jesse’s arms while he slept was one of the most satisfying feelings I have ever felt. I knew she would be there for him when he woke, snuggling softly into his face…shnuffling we call it.

I am grateful for the love my kids place on their “lovies”. I had three… “chi-chi”, “blank-o” and “snakie”. Both my boys have soft toys they absolutely have to take with them…even though every trip we take I try to convince them to only take one. Secretly though, I think it adds something to a childhood to have a soft toy. . . which eventually turn real, just like the velveteen rabbit.

Homecoming. Not that this is the view I would necessarily associate with this word. Instead, this is the view I see “when I return to my flat” Why is that so different than homecoming? I guess for many different reasons. I nurture my children and my husband here. Those are the most important things to me by far. That being said, sometimes it seems I do not nurture much else here. There are no huge pots of geraniums waiting to greet me home (and beg for water). No cat rubbing my leg, wanting to be fed. No piles of junk mail to be gone through. No answering machine blinking, blinking, blinking with messages to be returned. No, this is just my flat. A place where I live . . . while in Nigeria. It is not so much that I don’t want to improve my flat beyond its shabby façade, but knowing it is so temporary really stunts my desire to better it. I remember fondly those glimpses of home magazines while standing in line to check out at the store. Not only are those types of stores rare here, the glimpses I have of those magazines are not in a store, but rather being held up to my window in a go-slow. Yet still this is home. Close friends just next door. Trials and tribulations we all go through seem to sometimes make this place feel like we are all part of a family, and my flat is just my room. So, in a way, it is a homecoming seeing these dimly lit stairwells, the flickering dirty florescent bulbs casting shadows on cobwebs and upturned cockroach bodies. The suffering we all endure and eventually laugh at as we sit together with our family in our home-away-from-home.

Bored with work…call a meeting! The news is that the powers that be have decided to build a Club Med here at AIS. Complete with two manmade lakes, horseback ridding, and sailboats. Yep. We cannot get pencils for the students, not to mention white construction paper (which my entire curriculum is based on for all those color cut and paste projects….give me a break!). But never fear, we will have a high school, starting with 10th grade in 2008. I guess there goes my flat improvements!

Peacocks, and peahens. This is just a little ditty to keep you guys coming back. It is actually a few weeks old, but I still like it. I have not added any color to it yet, I realize it might really be great, then again, might ruin it. Oh, well, it is only paper right?

Beautiful column at the temple of Hatchepstu.

For some reason this Monday I am in a funk. Could be lots of things. I would rather not dwell on it as if you keep dwelling on bad things...they just keep in the forefront of your mind right? I have my mother's voice in my head, chastising us (us, anyone in the family that is) for pointing out the garbage pit, the homeless man, the broken down crap on the side of the road. She would say, "stop pointing that out, and look at the bright side of life". Okay, so I am going to try. Yeah, gonna try and not look at the floors which seem to move with life, so many ants. Don’t notice the smell of burning garbage. Don’t notice that you spend your whole day with other peoples kids, so exhausting, so that you seem not to have any energy for your own precious children.

Instead notice how the palm trees blow with the changing weather. How those silly little lizards do push-ups in the hot sand. How lucky you are to be counting down the days till you experience Provence and the Cote d’Azur. Inspiration for so many artists, Cezanne, van Gogh. Yes, I am blessed. I know that I am blessed. I think I need to go find my paper and pens now and start drawing. Yet something else to be thankful for.