I was patiently waiting for my number when I heard the sound. My snoozing brain rebooted and started running; I've heard that sound before, but wherefrom? It sounded like hard wood on hard polished floor.  The type of sound those wooden shoes we used to call "akpola"shoes made back in the days; my brain shared a search report.  Yes! I could remember those shoes. The same type my grand-mum and mum had back in the 60's or 70's. I know this because I saw pictures of them posing with those high wooden platform shoes and was privileged to try them on as a little girl trying to walk in my mum's shoes. They were called akpola . I think my dad had them too lol!  Who could be wearing akpola at this day and time and at the hospital of all places.  My eyes scanned the feet of those walking past me but none matched the sound which was getting closer. Suddenly, the sound stopped and instinctively, I looked up to see a tall white man with neatly trimmed grey hair. I placed...

Click here   HOT CAKE 3   to remember the storyline  ***************** Hot Cake 4...The Story So Far Recent Time- The moment I stepped out of the airplane, something came alive within me. The fresh but hot air I used to complain about back then filled my lungs and brought tears to my eyes. Despite all the crisis rocking my Naija, I really missed her and finally I was back home. The joy I felt at that moment was overwhelming. Well, that was a week ago. After spending a week at home with loved ones, enjoying the endless gists, my mother's traditional delicacies and being pampered by everyone, I was ready to announce my arrival to friends and well-wishers. But who was in town and who was I ready to mingle with after all these years? I decided the best place to start from was my school group but somehow I was hesitant to announce my arrival on the group especially since I was a silent observer and some would think it was a joke.  Ditching the idea of a broadcast on the g...