Barby's Diary

Hi Sweethearts! I bet we have reached an understanding that I cannot post articles as frequently as I used to. (Some people will be like ’’I told you so, the fire has gone’’). But I’m sorry to disappoint these ones, I still got the fire. But unlike when I had less on my plate, now, I have much more. I’m not complaining though. I love this life. I love the busy me. And I still love to blog. On a much happier note, I feel honored to inform you that one of our articles will be publish in a book to be written by someone I hold in high esteem. Yeah, we making it! We are going places! Thanks to all of you for pushing me. Thanks for reading. Thanks for the comments and thanks for your opinions which I totally appreciate. I have learnt from all of you since this blog started last year, and there’s more to learn… I’ll be sharing with you my five worst fears in life…and this is in no particular order.

I'll hate to call this an ''African myth'', even though I know that calling it that will be very convenient and help me find a befitting title for my article. I'm not one for stereotypes, and to generalize will be unfair to all those in Africa who aren't bothered about sexes. You'll also be surprised to find out that some people beyond the shores of Africa also believes that a male child is preferable to a female child...now will you still say this is an African myth? No! I think so too. I'll use myself and my family as an example. I'm sure they know already that their secrets aren't safe with me again (hehehe), I'll just face my computer and write about them and mention their names too! Talk about poetic license...but when I'm serving my punishment for revealing too much family details, you people will not be there oh! Well done BDiarians. Back to my story...I must have mentioned it somewhere on the blog that my parents have fiv...