Recently, a wedding photo of a beautiful couple on Facebook caught my eyes. I read the caption, and it was something like this. Fine-guy met fine-girl at work, fine-guy liked fine-girl, their families thought they were charming, and so fine-guy married fine-girl. Only problem was fine-guy was a low key wéré under disguise.Read More »
I have 3 proven scripture-based principles and strategies backed up with experience, that will guarantee a long lasting, happy marriage. Jk, scratch that. I’m just sharing some funny stories from my relationship with Seyi. What the devil thought would break us only made us stronger (take that satan!).
Seyi read this draft and said that I added an entire box of salt and pepper, plus maggi cubes and yaji, to these stories. So I asked him to write his own version to append to mine, but he put me on iscoming. So ladies and gentlemen, I get the pleasure of telling my one-sided story, and I know you all will believe me of course.Read More »
Earlier this summer, I ordered some meat pies from a naija caterer, popularly called aunty Sidi, because I can’t come and kee myself on top of this #fitfam matter. Two whole dozens I ordered, so I could chop this life and store the leftovers in my freezer for future enjoyment. I got to aunty Sidi’s house to pick up my order, and I was shook. Guys…there was stuff EVERYWHERE! The house couldn’t possibly accommodate any more random things; unless maybe the one little couch in the living room that was spared.Read More »
“Wow, this has got to be the most beautiful wedding recital dinner I’ve ever attended. This is pure glam! I can only imagine what heaven will look like if we can make earth this beautiful,” says Turu.
Akanbi laughs. “I told you Wole don’t play. He makes me look like the poorer cousin.”Read More »
If you like me, are always scouting ways to supplement your income, I’ve got some inspiration for you from Kemi – my very own egbon mi
l’eko ni Baltimore. She’s only two-ish years older than me, but she’s like my mini mama because ori won wanbe…too much wisdom in her head.
I woke up on Friday to see a bunch of posts on my Instagram timeline with hashtag #istandwithbusola. My heart started to race a bit faster as I read to find out Busola Dakolo had released an interview where she confessed that Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo of COZA church allegedly raped her twice at age 17. If you know us Nigerians, you know we neither sleep nor slumber, and as I expected, the Naija community was all over social media to put our full ignorance on display.Read More »
Do you have that one random thing that you really want to do, but have held back doing for whatever reason? You’re not alone. There are 6 things that I really want to do, but somehow, I have not done them, and I really don’t know if I ever will. I think my reasons are legitimate, but I’ll let you be the judge when you see my list. Let’s dive right in.Read More »
Iya ‘Riyike is 56 years old and has had a catering business in Nigeria for 25 years. What started out as a small gig out of her kitchen on random weekends here and there has grown to employ twelve full time staff. Now she gets tons of bookings several months in advance for corporate and owanbe social events.Read More »
Now that we have two very young kids, going out on a date night with Oko mi is almost like preparing to run a marathon. First, we gotta start planning like one whole year in advance for someone to watch the kids. Then we have to pray that on the actual day, we are not so exhausted, that we’d rather take a nap than go out (yes, we’ve done this before, don’t ask). For our 6-year wedding anniversary, a dear friend was gracious enough to watch the kids, while we went out to dine at Swahili Village, a Kenyan restaurant located in Beltsville, MD.Read More »
If you don’t know what a typical African mother is like, think Iya Tiwa from Skinny Girl in Transit. African mothers are popularly known for over-reacting to even the minutest situations. Just let your African mother find your “#dead” comment on social media, and you’ll get a phone call right away, with her yelling at the top of her voice, “you will not die in Jesus’ name!” Push it too far by posting a picture of you in a strapless dress, and it’s wrap; your African mother will call you, threatening to have a heart attack, saying “o fe pa mi ni?”
Don’t be fooled though, African mothers are our biggest supporters, and that’s why we love them like kilode? Let’s not get started on their banging meals; even iya basira cannot compete with my mom’s catfish stew.