Labake commented on my previous post, “Dear white people, stop killing us”. She expressed her frustration on how tired and helpless we feel right now. I felt that to my core, so I decided to send out some encouragement to everyone who is feeling this way. Irrespective of your race and current frustrations, let’s remember that we have the ultimate helper, Jesus. So we don’t have to suffer alone. For my Christian friends, here are 6 prayers to pray, especially now.Read More »
No dilly dallying, beating around the bush here. I just have a simple message to the (few) racist white people. Stop killing us! Sheesh! How wicked can your hearts be? Just how disgustingly wicked can you be to put your knee on a fellow human’s neck for so long that his life leaves his body? I mean, he’s gone. Dead. Does that even make you cringe at all? And your colleagues stand there in approval of what you are doing? The crowd is pleading along with George Floyd for you to let go, but it means absolutely nothing because the fallen system will back you up for lynching an African American man in broad daylight. It’s the reason why our old uncle in the White House has not yet addressed the nation about this… it’s almost like an implied approval. Sickening.Read More »
I am writing this letter to the good, responsible men because the world doesn’t focus enough on them. You know who unfortunately gets all the attention? Awon mezzup boyz. Because they do the most. Jeez! Don’t even get me started. But let’s forget about them for a second. Today, I want to celebrate the men who simply get it. You know, the ones that their head is correct. We see you quietly doing your thing. This is a thank you letter, and also a “please I need a favor real quick” letter.Read More »
Some time last month, I was in the beautiful and warm Puerto Rico. I could feel the tropical breeze on my exposed shoulders, while I lay on the beach, ordering a plate of mofongo and a side of mango slurpee, and then just as I was about to put a jumbo grilled shrimp kabob in my mouth, I woke up!Read More »
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.Read More »
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 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 »
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 »
It’s almost summer, which means wedding season is upon us! Who doesn’t love the celebration of love, and of course, the added bonus of party jollof and small chops?appetizers As much as we love weddings, there are some ridiculousness that interfere with our excitement for them. Dear bride and groom (and the wedding party), before we start booking our makeup and geleNigerian head gear for your wedding, please promise us that you won’t be guilty any of the following seven offenses.
Have you ever been to a Nigerian embassy? Or ordered clothes from
designers tailors in Nigeria, because #buynigerian? Or have you been to a post office in Nigeria? Notice what these places/events have in common? People in “important” positions, who have something you want. The little authority they are given has so gotten into their heads, that they don’t know how to act anymore. I call that the nigerianism attitude.