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. 

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Dating is Hard. 

It’s not Thursday, but I’m throwing back anyway. Enjoy.

Vou Vents

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.

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. 

Oh Christmas Tree. 

Two years ago, I made a great investment; I bought a $50 Christmas tree. 

The owner of my gym enjoys decorating anything she lays her hands on, so each hear, she decorates Christmas trees and sells them. Three years ago, I purchased one and I still own it to this day. In fact, it’s Christmas Eve and I just put up my tree. 


By put up my tree, I mean, I simply pulled it out the closet it’s been hiding in since last Christmas, and plugged it in. Everything still works. I’m going to keep this tree until Beautiful Man and I can buy our first tree and decorate it by ourselves. 

Merry Christmas, folks. I wish you peace, joy that comes from Christ and lots of food and laughter. I have a menu to put together. No rice this time, we shall make moin moin for Christmas lunch.