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.
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Fast food Blues.

I was bouncing down the stairs when his words froze my feet.

Stupid idiot, ungrateful element like you

 

I looked down and saw them, he was tall with a bushy afro and a yellow shirt tucked into red jeans, he reminded me of a pair of pliers, the girl holding his arm with a fear tattooed on her palm fruit yellow face was one of the most beautiful girls in all of Hall one. Continue reading →

Chidi, Omalicha.

Chidi’s birthday is today, so I wrote her a tiny message on Facebook and I’m sharing it here.
We first met on the comment section of an awesome blog in 2014, we clicked so well that we moved it to WordPress where she runs an amazing blog where she dispenses smarts and horror stories for my birthday, then we moved to WhatsApp and finally Facebook, last year. Continue reading →

Lyrically- You decorated my life.

So Kenny Rogers is an old friend of mine, his music that is. Today I’m putting up one of his many songs, this one is one of my favourite songs by him and I think it’s so beautiful! 
                        “You Decorated My Life”

All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen
Changing moods now and then
Till the balance was right

Then you added some music
Every note was in place
And anybody could see
All the changes in me
By the look on my face

And you decorated my life
Created a world where dreams are apart
And you decorated my life
By painting your love all over my heart
You decorated my life

Like a rhyme with no reason
And an unfinished song
There was no harmony
Life meant nothing to me
Until you came along

And you brought out the colors
What a gentle surprise
Now I’m able to see
All the things life can be
Shining soft in your eyes

And you decorated my life
Created a world where dreams are apart
And you decorated my life
By painting your love all over my heart
You decorated my life

Valentine gift.

Yeye girl,
How e come be say na you dey control my mumu button like how Okocha dey gum ball to im boot as twenty defenders dey chase am? You wey no even fine like that sef, with your k-leg and opolo eye and you no even dey try draw your eyebrow like your mates them. No be say na the better cloth you dey wear or long hair wey you kukuma get. No be say you no get your good points sha but I dey suspect say jazz dey involved for this matter. Continue reading →