Fam, did I love the Namaste Wahala movie? Yes! BUT, what is a cheesy movie? Eeeer, also yes! Cheese yen po gan, so much cheddar and pepper jack, plus mozzarella and cream cheese. I’m talking “fine boy bumps into fine girl while running on the beach” type of cheesy, as space has finished on the wide ocean shore, abi? But issokay, not every time kishaun kishaun action movies. Sometimes, relax and watch a nice feel good movie with (mostly) good acting. As long as you set your expectations and don’t try to make too much sense of the unrealism of the script, then you’ll enjoy a lovely romantic movie.Read More »
Skinny Girl in Transit (SGIT) fans, let’s gather here and talk about what just went down in Season 6; the love nwantintin (Didi and Editi), the katikati ridiculousness (Kwame), the annoyingness (Tiwa and AY the adopted kid… so annoying!), the audacity (Mohammed, ugh!), and of course, the lessons from everyone. In case you were looking for a recap of every episode like I did for season 5, don’t vex. See ehn, after every single episode, I wrote an imaginary blog post in my head, but time I had not, to transport it into blog posts for you all to read. So the season is over, let’s do one big recap.Read More »
Oko mi: Babe, what are you reading to le to be?
(He asks this while trying to snatch my phone)Read More »
My people, join me in welcoming Nigeria to American sitcom television! If you haven’t already heard, there’s a new romantic comedy coming to CBS on Monday, 9/23/2019 at 8pm EST called Bob Hearts Abishola.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.