Eyin t’emi, twelve thousand views! All for a lady who never in a million years thought she’d be a writer. Like never. I studied math for a reason; so I could avoid the faintest smell of words. I wanted no words…just gammas and lambdas, and derivatives and integrals.
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 agbayathat 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.
My brother is a famous photographer y’all! Like, if you Google “top Nigerian wedding photographers”, it’ll be Femi Abolude, then some other random ones like Jide Alakija. Go argue with whoever.
I had the best interview with Femi, and at the end, I so badly wished I had properly recorded our conversation as a podcast; mostly so you could hear his passion, but also because Femi’s Warri sense of humor would have you rolling on the floor. If you need inspiration for WHATEVER it is you are working on, trust me, you want to read every word of Femi’s story. So relax, grab your fanta chapman, and enjoy.
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.
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.
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.
Earlier this summer, I ordered some meat piesfrom 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.
“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.”
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 mil’ekoni 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.