Reflections

My thoughts on food & drink.

The one about the good place.

It feels like I always have to start my blog posts with "long time,no see" or in this case, 'long time, no posts' . Let us thank God for life because wiunnnnn, e be tins. Today, I shall tell you about my good place and it is not Lagos, thank goodness. How have you guys been, especially Nigerians living in Nigeria? How is your mental health? One day, I will write about the events of October as it occured in Nigeria but I am not in that space yet. Initially, I really had no direction for this post, it was meant to be an outpouring of the so many thoughts in my head. I am glad 2020 is finally drawing…

The one about life and its curveballs.

I woke up on Saturday around noon expecting to have a normal day of bingeing on K-drama, sadly it was not to be so because the first thing I saw was the news of Chadwick Boseman’s passing. My first reaction was denial, I figured if I did not think about it then I would not have to mourn yet another person I did not know personally. You see, my first time of experiencing what I have termed this “third party grief” was when Mrs. Ibidunni Ighodalo died. I had never seen her before or even followed her closely on social media. She was just someone I liked a lot and respected from afar. It was shocking to me how much…

The one about online parenting

There are many hard and difficult things in life as well as simple and easy to do things. However, nothing is as easy as online parenting. You know, the one where we give opinions on how we think people should parent their children from behind the comfort of our keypads. There was a video circulating social media about few days ago of one parent that beat his child because he instructed the child not to join a certain whatsapp group, but she disobeyed the father and joined regardless. My post is not about the incident, but it has triggered me to write about parenting from the perspective of someone who is a child and has also lived with new parents…

The one about traveling while poor.

Sigh. Poverty is a bastard. The year was 2016. My friend and I decided to “disvirgin” our Nigerian passports before it expired. Dubai was the obvious choice for visa and ticket purposes. There was a snag though, we were proper broke. However, we said to ourselves that we have a black man blood in us, and all things are possible through Christ. We got an agency to help us plan the trip. Our first problem was the flight. The ticket we booked was RwandAir on the first leg and Kenya Airways to return because those were the cheapest airlines at the time and like I said, we were broke. It was a total of about 16 hours to Dubai .…

The one about a letter.

I was eating spicy noodles yesterday when it occurred to me that as a serious blogger, I should write a piece to celebrate women today. The thought sounded nice and fluffy but then I got caught up watching Love is Blind so I am only now just writing this today, after church while getting my pedicure done. I decided to write myself a letter. I am a woman after all, and if there's anyone I should start with, it should be the wo(man) in the mirror. So, here we go. Oluwafemi, I love you, I didn't always do but in the past few years I have come to love you so much that it is absolutely ridiculous how much I…

The one about Sanwo-Olu’s Lagos

Lagos. Sigh. The whole OkadaBan brouhaha this week inspired this blogpost. I saw people trekking on Monday morning to God knows where and it was so heartbreaking to see. I wanted to help but I was scared someone will "jack" me as soon as I take off and hijack my car. I will then be forced to go get ready to sew cloth on Twitter thread with caption - “Had Hai Know” Anyhow, the event reminded me of all the pepper I have seen on Lagos streets since I started living here. I grew up in Ibadan (some of you will say this is why my mouth is sharp but whatevurrr) and schooled in Ile-Ife. I have largely had a…

The One About Gratitude

I am back like I never left. Ok, it is obvious I left. I am appreciative of people that reached out to me wondering why I have not made a new post since forever. It made me feel like noodles and suya inside, i.e delicious. It is also nice knowing some people feel your presence in their lives in whatever capacity it's possible for them. Considering the above, I shall be doing the most cliché thing now, which is a recap of things and people I am grateful for in 2019, the year of our Lord. Animate things I am grateful for my mother, I am. I have no words to express how or why, I just am. Oh, my…

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The one with the flight to Singapore

Hiya. I know it has been like forever, sigh. Adulting is super stressful when you have a full time job, run an almost full time business and several other life shenanigans. Anyway it is a public holiday today (it was when I started writing this) and I decided to bless the web space with a post. So sometimes ago, my friends and I had a hot girl summer type of vacation. (I am low-key pissed we already had our trip before this slang became popular, very rude of the people who did this but I move). First of all, please don’t believe all those travel blogger type people that say travel is cheap if you plan yen yen. My dears,…

The One About Forgiveness

I sat to write a new blog post last week Sunday when I received a call from someone that vexed me right to the core of my soul. Until that time, I was not aware of how much a peaceful mind is directly proportional to productivity. All the words I had floating in my subconscious flew right out the window. I was super annoyed. I thought waiting it out a few hours will help but I was still mad. I sent a message to my unpaid editor (I only pay him in 'thanks a lot', imagine the nerve of me) to tell him the situation. He says very reasonably, 'why don't you write about what is making you so mad?". I…

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