Under Pressure.

I do not know now where I got the impression from, that Lawanson market was the market with highest priced goods in the whole of Surulere and Idi-Araba market which is barely 500meters away was the cheapest. I think the women who own stalls in the market are more serious than those in other markets with a wider variety of goods and that is why this morning, I took my body to Lawanson to buy the plantains and vegetables I needed to make the meal my spirit had been craving for nearly a month.

Beneath the Iroko

I’m watching cars snarl and drivers curse at Lawanson bus stop while I’m getting series loaded into my Iroko TV app. I’m the last customer of the day, well not a customer- I have an active subscription and it means Success the agent, will get no commission from me.

I am not Wife Material… And It’s ok.

This post has been sitting pretty in my drafts since June 30th, I wrote it at a time I found myself writing about marriage a whole lot. I decided to shelve it until another time and I guess that time is now…

 

Recently, I was having a conversation with a much older man about marriage and a woman’s place in the home. If you know me well- or at least read my blog regularly, you’d know that I do not believe in having specific gender roles in a marriage.

A Matter of the Mind.

I’ve always been struck by the phrase mind over matter even though I didn’t really know what it meant. It came to me again as I typed the title of this post on the Word document which I copied and pasted here to the blog. In my early days of blogging, I typed my posts on the WordPress app on my tablet. After losing several documents, most painful of all – a 2,000+ word post, I finally learned to type on a note app first before transferring to WordPress.

Fat as a Cow…

So he started singing a song I had never heard before.

“It was my mother’s favourite song,” he explained as he continued to sing the song about Samson and his downfall.

“How come it was her favourite song yet I never heard it?” I asked.

His Only Wife – A Review…

The book for this week is His Only Wife by Ghanaian writer (in diaspora) Peace Adzo Medie. It offers a view of contemporary womanhood in today’s Ghana and family dynamics in that society. The book generated buzz last year, as it featured on various lists by “prominent” publications and it made it as one of the selections for the Reese Witherspoon’s book club – a near equivalent of winning the lottery for a debut writer.

Read along with me…

One of the most important gains for me in 2020 was rediscovering my love for reading. I probably completed more books in 2020 than I had from 2016 till that point. It wasn’t even the lockdown that prompted this as it started around September and has only increased since then.

Be Badass…

Today on Quora, I was moved by an answer to this question – What is the most badass thing your parents have ever done.

Love Language Palava

Nearly thirty years ago, Gary Chapman wrote and published a book titled “The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate”. The book has since become a bestseller (has been on NYT list non-stop for over a decade) and has become a cornerstone in Christian marriage counselling.

In The Midst of Troubles…

Something happened today that made me put aside my reservations about writing this post. I was close to home, walking in the opposite direction from a man and some children who were headed to the mosque. The man held a little boy who was three or four years old and the boy was on the pedestrian walkway (which is basically a covered drain/gutter).

They vs You…

They say it is the most beautiful feeling in the world – sitting at your kitchen table, grinding coffee beans, watching the brown shards dance in the percolator and then lifting it to your nose for that heady scent before you let it caress your throat and set your stomach on fire. But you, you have only had Nescafé, the kind in the tin – not even the fancy bottle. You, you cannot relate.

An Anthem by Johnny Nash.

There is practically no one over the age of thirty who lives in Anglophone areas/cities/towns who doesn’t know Johnny Nash’s upbeat 1972 hit song, I Can See Clearly Now. It’s been used in countless movies and series to show good times and redemption and the lyrics are very cheery and optimistic, walking into light after being in the dark for so long and all that jazz.

B Without BB

In the early 2000’s Blue Band margarine ran an advertising campaigning with a catchy song sung by young children in different scenarios. 

“B without BB is like a train without an engine” x3

 And it ended with the tagline – “No B without BB.”