Of Coffee grown from a teapot shaped country

A teapot shaped country south of africa

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you tell you that, it feels like I spoke too soon when I announced Spring is here yesterday because today is a cold day like we rewound time to the middle of winter. But everything works out perfectly, we wont need an excuse to light a fire and drink a liquid hug in a mug…..

My friend Josh, left a comment on my last post that had me thinking, my country is teapot shaped and that is not a bad thing, it could be anything really; Oneta mentioned her state looks like a pan handle… what is your country or state shaped like?

A teapot shaped country south of africa
A teapot shaped country

Today is day 2 of my blog everyday challenge; and if you were having coffee with me I would tell you to allow me to pour you tales grown from my teapot shaped country.

I am the second born child in a family of five siblings (and now we are 4). I grew up in an extremely large family because my dad rest his soul had a heart of gold and if any relation needed a place to stay he would agree quickly without a second thought.

The family.jpg

We didn’t have rules any rules in the house; if we did they we less than ten and they weren’t really rules they were more like I would rather you didnts

If there was one rule we had, it was that the word cousin never be used, we had no cousins, we had brothers and sisters. In our culture my uncles (my father’s brothers) are my fathers and my aunts (my mum’s sisters) are my mothers and so their children are my siblings. It’s a great way to keep the family united and when my dad passed away although I missed him I never felt the void of missing a father figure.

Every school holiday we went visiting, either the paternal or the maternal grandparents alternating each time..


That one was not a rule that was a commandment. It helped to keep us grounded, we knew where we came from.

Grandfather and grandchild
My Grandad and I

All the stories told, suddenly years later I realise they are so much more than stories and this is why I too am a storyteller, keeping wisdom alive in the embers of a story.

If you were having coffee with me; I would tell you I was born to tell stories

Baby Beaton


I could speak before I could walk, and I walked before I could stand. I am told people found that highly disturbing I wouldn’t know I don’t remember…. What I do remember is that once upon a time my dad and I snuck out the house to go to a barbecue with the guys, I was made to swear not to reveal where we had gone, what we had done and whom we had done it with and was bribed with an insane amount of soft drinks, kebabs, ice creams and sweets. As soon as I got out home the first words out of my mouth to my mum were:

I am not telling you that I am not supposed to tell you that I was given sweets to not tell you that…..

I am sure my dad was not amused at all.

I am a fairly decent cook and I am super modest about it, you might even find my picture right under the definition of Modesty. Growing up my mum didn’t differentiate chores for the boys and girls she would just suggest, I would rather you didn’t leave dirty dishes in the sink, I would rather you all helped each other cook….

African parents are known for their heavy handed justice but I never got beat up, ,maybe we were model children and growing up without a father we were forced to be mature kids we never needed disciplining or rules…..

already reading newspapers, helping “kids” with homework

My older brother was off at boarding school and so suddenly  I become “the responsible child”

The Prefect

I was a prefect in primary school, a dorm prefect in junior high, a table leader at the the dining and a senior prefect in high school…. I never became a government minister though…..😂😂

what was your childhood like?




PS a rare picture of my mum and dad way before The Kids

A rare photo.jpg

A rare picture of me being a baby

me .jpg






    1. I have no complaints ♥♥♥
      i listen to other people’s stories and i look back and think i would not change a single thing from mine, well maybe a thing or two…. but on the whole ♥♥3♥


  1. Wow thanks for sharing an insight in your country and your childhood! Loved that you added in moments from the old photos. I have no idea where even to begin to dig those up. Similar to you I think a lot of Asian parents also have very strict parenting haha. It’s really not uncommon to use corporal punishment, but I don’t think it was ever extreme in my case.

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    1. Thank you Hanna for the visit.
      I recently found the pictures while unpacking a box that has been in storage for a very long time, we are never done unpacking are we? lol
      hahaha what naughty naughties did you get up to?

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      1. Haha I think my parents at one point just managed to scan thousands of photos and disposed of the paper copies since they are such minimalists. Hmm can’t quite remember these days but one of them involved stabbing a watermelon haha.

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  2. I enjoyed reading about your childhood and your “rules but not rules” in your household. The idea of loving friends as brothers and sisters is a beautiful one.
    My own childhood nurtured my creativity. I had mentors who saw in me what I could not yet fully understand in myself. Like you, telling stories comes from wanting to understand my world in new ways.
    Thanks for the post!

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    1. Hi Angela ^_^
      Thank you for the visit. Even now i have people who still struggle to figure out exactly how many brothers and sisters I have …. and I like to keep them guessing.
      Some are turned into story tellers and some are just born weird….♥♥♥♥

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  3. Hahaha!! The barbecue story was perfect! I could just imagine you as a child instantly blowing your dad’s cover as soon as you saw your mother. That’s just what kids do 🙂

    Also, it’s probably good that you didn’t become a government minister. There are enough of those! What we need more of are good storytellers.

    As for what my state is shaped like, California looks like an arm that’s slightly bent at the elbow. Not nearly as amusing as a teapot or a panhandle.

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    1. kids have zero chill….. innocence is beautiful and oh so disarmingly deceptive, and never intentionally.

      Hmmm if I was government minister life would be grand right now…. for me anyway, I would be having a barbecue on the flames of a crumbling economy and we wouldnt be supposed to talk about it either….

      an arm slightly bent at the elbow…. that sounds like the start of a mystery story…. **saves to drafts**

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    1. I try hard to explain to people there is no such relation as a cousin brother/sister……. to people trying to how they are related to someone, I find cousin is such a meaningless word. it distances you from people


  4. I too actually went to boarding school for most of my childhood and adolescent years (grade 3-12). I just wrote a post about my experience in boarding school so that part jumped out at me 😀 loved your post!

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    1. Thanks for dropping by♥♥
      What age does one do grade 3? Trying to figure out the education systems.
      But yep boarding school had quite the interesting times……


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