Dear Influencers, We Are Tayad!

To my favorite bloggers turned influencers, I’ve missed you being you. I’ve missed you taking a candid photo on the subway and giving us live gist from people-watching during your morning commute. And oh have I missed you posting your outfit of the day, which you have now replaced by a professionally shot photo of an outfit that you claimed you wore to work on Monday. We find that hard to believe because… ta-da! You have on a glittering pair of evening heels and a fur-overloaded vest. 

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6 Ways to fake it till you make it in corporate America – from one immigrant to another

Photo: Corporate_curly

The other day at my office, I was going to prepare my Milo concoction (don’t ask!) when I saw Simisola, an entry-level analyst, walking to the break room with her head down the entire time as though she was thinking – “this iya had better not bother me.” Being the agbaya that I am, I tried to engage Simisola in conversation regardless. She gave me quick one-word responses in a shy voice, grabbed her coffee, and speed-walked back to her desk. I smiled, because I used to be just like her. 

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Dear Husband, But Why?!?

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.

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My Dear Two Dozen Meatpies, RIP.

Photo: Chef Lolas Kitchen

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. 

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