Ododo isn’t a word I heard too often growing up in my Yoruba speaking household. I guess “flower” isn’t a word anyone uses too often in communication unless you are a florist of some sorts or a bright-eyed lover. At least I wouldn’t. Growing up, I was a tomboy. I climbed trees with my brothers, kept my dad company at the mechanic and abhorred dresses and frilly things. Flowers were no exception. I didn’t see what the fuss was about. I was hardly captivated by any floral scent and the thought of its short life span annoyed me. Until, I started playing with flowers as an event designer. Bouquets, centerpieces and arrangements, they were everywhere and I feel in love with them. Now, ododo seems like a necessary addition for my vocabulary.