I bought a big watermelon, chilled it over the weekend, diced it this morning, took a photo of it and shared it around the office.
I thought I’d share it with my blog fam too. I know, I’m nice like that.
Summer Body, Not.
So, I’m just out here trying to look like somebody’s wife in this dress by Tefle Designs.
Meanwhile, I’m back on that fitness grind again. Go ahead and judge me, but I’m among those who’ve flooded the gym in preparation for the elusive summer body. 
Dating is Hard.
It’s not Thursday, but I’m throwing back anyway. Enjoy.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
What’s the matter? Why have you chosen to ignore my need for your attention?
I’m beginning to think you’re out there laughing at me with each letter I write. Whatever the case is, there’s this part of me telling me you’re just waiting on the perfect time to show up. My intuition is right. I know it is.
However, there’s also that little part of me that believes
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Protecting My Husband.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
You’re God’s gift to me and as gratitude and respect to God, I vow to take care of you however possible. Hence, the reason for this letter. 
Over the past days, I’ve been thinking of ways to protect you from the elements of this world. I promise, these might sound a bit crazy, but nothing good comes easy and believe me, it’s all for our own good – a happy family.
There are a few things I’m going to be steering you clear off:
Sugar – Sugar is bad, very bad for you. Until we meet, please don’t take any, not even a teaspoon. We’ve heard one too many songs about women being the sugar in their partners’ tea. My love, I’m the only sugar in your tea, you’re not allowed to Continue reading
Home Sweet Home.
I’m heading home to surprise my parents and I couldn’t be any more happier than I already am. But while in this bus, I can’t help but fall in love over again with my state – Plateau State.
This beautiful land is the place I can lay claim anytime, any day. The place my people, the Berom people flourish.
The place where the food is tasty, fresh and rich. I’m in love all over again.
I love you, Plateau.
Stabbed Me Ten Times…
Domestic violence has taken lots of lives, men’s and women’s…
Her’s a poem I wrote about six or more years ago.
Victim
I just came out of surgery
I’ve got just one eye now coz Continue reading
Christmas Dinner.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
You’re missing out. I don’t know what else I need to do to show you I’m ready for marriage.
I’ve done almost everything I possibly can. This Christmas has to be the peak of it all.
I hosted Christmas dinner for the umpteenth time. I have photos to prove it all!
Next Christmas I better be cooking all of these in our matrimonial home. I know I said 2016 is the year we seize the bae, but 2017 is really the year.
I’m done. Look at the photos and the people who enjoyed your woman’s cooking. I’m mad. Bye.
