This soup won awards, I’m in my house, come and beat me.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
I’m beginning to feel sorry for you.
See while you’re still stacking and working hard to come pay bride price, it appears the stakes may be getting higher; you may need to work a tad bit harder. I’m this close to being worried that by the time you bring your people to meet my people, you may not be able to afford my bride price.
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Dear Nigerian Husband,
I know you’re a man of class. I’ve kept this away from you, kind of. But I was once a Danfo bus conductor. For a day.
Hang on, don’t crash the plane. Let me explain.
“If you no get change, no enter.”
If you’ve been to Lagos or have lived in Lagos and haven’t heard that sentence, your time in Lagos has been a waste.
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It’s exactly 366 days since I returned to Nigeria.
A few days ago, the Nigerian Husband and I laid on a blanket on the bare living room floor relaxing and he goes, “ So when was the last time you blogged?”
That got me thinking and hit me that I had actually let go of my love for writing. That question asked tactfully, birthed this blog post. You guys have this good man to thank.
Three hundred and ninety three days ago, my life changed. 
See, before Hurricane Irma, my life in the Virgin Islands was pretty simple and chill: I woke up at about 7:30 a.m. to prepare for work and then leave for town with my Continue reading
Dear Nigerian Husband,
It’s been so many moons since I wrote you any letters.
Happy day 730.
There’ve been some tears, lots of laughter, farts, silly jokes and a couple of fights that don’t last hours, these seven hundred and thirty days have been amazing. We technically didn’t choose each other, but take me back to the first day and I’ll choose you.
Here’s to many more days of smelling your farts.
It’s more than three months since I posted anything. This has to be the longest hiatus I’ve been on.
This still isn’t a proper post, I will be back with lots of details on things that have kept me away; New apartment, amazing relationship, job, beautiful family, keke napep accident, cooking new dishes, additional unwanted body weight. So much to update you guys on. From next week, I will have a post once a week. I’m experiencing so much in this new home of mine – Lagos, I can’t not share.
Stay smiling, life is short.
Vou
I now work with a Travel, culture and tourism outlet that deals with everything African.
I can’t even tell you how much I feel at home here: i’m encouraged to wear ankara outfits any day of the week. My boss shows up to the office with flowing ankara dresses, the most beautiful african inspired jewelry and all.
Last week, she gave me fabric and inspired the style in the photo. I’m excited about wearing more ankara.
Dear Nigerian Husband,
I’ve not written you in quite a while. I’m sure you understand. We’ve both been busy settling into life.
But even through the hustle of this new life, I’ve decided to make life easier for you as well. I guess one of the reasons you’ve not come for my hand in marriage was the distance between us. As your name implies – Nigerian Husband – I figured you’d be in Nigeria. I understand, you might have been fearful of the long flights/two day journey to come from Nigeria to the Virgin Islands to see me. I’ve forgiven you.
But being the good Nigerian wife my mother has been training me to be, one of my sole duties is to Continue reading
