THE LAST TIME I WROTE...(BRT)

Recently, So many things‘ve being going on in my head. I pick up the pen to scribble notes expressing my thoughts and something just distracts me or i simply just lazy it off. Hey! just for the records, I’m not your regular kind of writer so, kindly enjoy it like that your pal who just rants for no reason...it will really help you flow along u know…my close pals understand this part ‘wella’. Anyway, I write just the way I talk.
So, I hope to put out a couple of notes from my restless thoughts with this being the first of many to come..if I fail,. ..well…it really wasn’t in my new year resolution so don’t be disappointed okay? thank you. So, feel free to join my BRT(Biodun’s Restless Thoughts) bus without a ticket (FB oni ba je o!...).
This morning, while making yam and stew for myself, many thought flipped throw my head and I wondered through different things and experiences I have encountered in the past. While I was serving my well sugared yam and stew  (yummie)in the kitchen I tasted it a couple of time, I mean, u know the different kind of ‘base’(as we called it in boarding house then)you take and almost finishing the food in the kitchen in the name of tasting for salt and the food is half way gone before it eventually makes it to your dish ,old habits …. or  even before you say “bless this food o Lord for Christ sakes!” I wonder how many knocks on the head (kion!) that would have earned me if I was still living with my Mum. My Mum like many Yoruba mothers forbids anyone knocking their children on the head  more importantly when he is the only son(you know..Ori ade..ha!) you (double) dare not!(Art-Alade gan ooni fe te) Really my mum forbids it except ofcourse she is the one doing the knocking…and trust me, my mama ‘s iko carry first class till date forgerit!…(follow link to read rest of the tori -http://www.facebook.com/notes/lafup-live-jogor/flows-on-a-brt-knock-head/10150112462974033)