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Tag Teaming at the Vittles Souk

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EnoYaa Mapa Farms
EnoYaa Mapa Farms

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Okay Okay, so my Title is a bit misleading.

There will be no wrestling at this event but there will be lots of food and family fun!

Am I shamelessly plugging an event I am helping organise and will be selling my products at? Yes!

Am I inviting you to come support two days of family fun and encouraging you to support not just my business but tons of other local entrepreneurs? Yes!

5&6 November at the African Regent Gardens for the Vittles Souk, my organic business, Orghanix and EnoYaa Mapa Farms will bring you fresh organic vegetables and homemade oils and butters.

It’s all 100% pesticide and chemical fertilizer free, grown with love by two passionate women determined to help you live the best life you can.

What will we have on sale? Oh I’m so glad you asked.

Organic carrots
Organic carrots
organic lettuce mix
organic lettuce mix
iceberg lettuce
iceberg lettuce
peppermint
peppermint
Mother of herb
Mother of herb
collard greens
collard greens
Orghanix homemade whipped body butter
Orghanix homemade whipped body butter
Orghanix massage and bath oil
Orghanix massage and bath oil

Just FYI, there will be a cooking competition on Sunday November 6. Bring your partners and step up to a jollof or Palava sauce challenge.

So will I see you there? Of course I will. Make sure to grab a selfie with us.

As always,

~Daixy~

Pray Tell…..

Christina Nana Araba Asamoah

…….Why does death doll out
          Sorrow
            Pain
               Abject Misery?

Is it lunacy to want to shout;
         No!
           Remain!
             Stay with me!?

I would that he’d not knocked on our door
Touched your flesh with his icy digits
And snatched you from us

I’m afflicted with
Seeming streams of salty tears
Threatening to reduce me to a
Pathetic Puddle;
A pitiful mess.

You are gone way too soon
And I truly begin to wonder
Why death dolls out, such;
         Sorrow
           Pain
             Misery
Torment of never seeing you again.

~Daixy~


Some say we should have seen it coming.  After two strokes, why should we have expected her to survive?  But you see, those who say that didn’t see her the last time I did, before she left for her home.  She’d stepped out of our guest room dressed to the nines in a gorgeous kaba and slit.  It wasn’t really the outfit or her neatly pulled back hair that struck me that day though. It was the smirk she wore when she walked out the room and the confident stride she took up.  She looked ready to face the world…ready to fight.


I wish I’d taken a picture…