Dear Unborn Children,
It’s been quite a while I wrote you, in fact, I’ve not written you since 2019. That’s bad.
However, I was busy having a nice and easy-going Christmas.
I spent the day quietly with the Nigerian Husband- God answered my prayers, he didn’t travel away as I though he would and he wasted scheduled to work either! Talk about God listening to my prayers. I didn’t go all out with the cooking, it was pretty modest and nice, if I can say so myself.
I was and still am grateful for life, for love and for family.
One of my favorite things to make recently has been peppered gizzard, I couldn’t possibly skip it for Christmas lunch.
For the past few years, I made the effort to make Christmas ‘big’, but it wasn’t always like that. in 2009 or 2010, can’t remember, but something happened Continue reading →
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. I love the decor, the food, the merrymaking but most importantly, the reason for the season, the birth of Christ.
But there was a time I hated Christmas. I’ll tell you all about it in my next post. But here, gush over my Christmas tree. (If you’re on my Twitter – @voureal9jakid – or on my WhatsApp, then you’d have been fed up seeing this tree. But hey!)
A few days ago on the 1095th day of your father and I knowing each other, I began telling you the story of how it all started. I had to make it short as I didn’t want to bore you with all those tiny details. Apparently, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as well as other aunties and uncles who have read my letters to you behind your back. (Adults these days, I tell ya!)
See, when your father and I met, I didn’t think we would go beyond being friends. On the surface, he fit the perfect picture of a player. I wasn’t about to get my heart played and dumped like used diaper. I had to thread carefully.
This card was among surprise gifts he gave me on our first Valentine’s Day together. Inside, he referred to me as his Future Mrs. Man, dude was seeing way into the future already.
Even as I moved with caution, your father was so intriguing: our conversations were really good. We could go for hours just chatting about nothing and anything. Hardly an hour went by without some kind of communication. (I’m sure he’ll remember when
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 →
Unlike my other 19th birthdays, I wasn’t excited about this one any bit. And I do recognize that was quite ungrateful of me as I didn’t have any valid reasons not to be happy about another year. I’ve been fatigued mentally and physically in the past few days and yesterday was no different.
But I had several moments that jerked me into gratitude.
Last year, some very wise person decided to declare August, 22 as World Jollofrice Day.
That person would probably be getting a nicely cooked and garnished plate of Jollofrice from me if I knew who he/she was.
Last year, I was sure to observe the day by cooking a nice pot of jollof for myself. This year, I won’t be cooking any on the official day, but next weekend for sure. However, I was at a baptism reception today and I had more than three plates of jollof. Please judge me, I don’t care.
Here’s a poem I’ve written to commemorate this auspicious day, this day on which we recognize the best meal God inspired, recipe handed down from generations to generations, Angels’ meal of choice – Jollof Rice.
Here, please enjoy looking at this roll of California crab shrimp I ate a few weeks ago. I wasn’t entirely foolish to eat that sushi without taking photos of it. I thought of days like this when I’ll have nothing sensible at all to blog about.
I’m one of those that enjoy taking photos of meals I love, now go ahead and sue me.
So please, continue to gaze at this until I get inspiration on what to blog about next. Also, consider this part of my attempt at being nice. At least, no one would complain about me not sharing or anything.
(Looks like I have more than enough words to stop here.)
Live, love, laugh, smile, fart out loud and be silly; life is incredibly too short.