Tag Archive | Virgin Islands

I Hated Christmas.

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


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

Life After Hurricane Irma.

When the rain started pouring in, it poured on me. I couldn’t even cry. I’d have been a brat to do so after surviving a vicious storm.

My neigbours were God-sent. Despite having a leaking roof and barely enough comfortable space themselves, they never for once told me to leave. That night, we all braved the rain pouring from the roof and the next morning, Continue reading

Hurricane Irma Happened.

It’s exactly three months since Hurricane Irma slammed the Virgin Islands. I’ve had a short post updating everyone on how I was faring. Well, a whole lot has changed since then.


Escaped from Puerto Rico to California just hours before Hurricane Maria hit the United States territory.

Irma came, I lost my apartment, my office got pounded, I left the Virgin Islands, returned to Nigeria, got married to the Nigerian Husband and we are expecting a set of twins. A lot has  Continue reading

Best Places on Earth to Live. 

Let’s just get you out your misery right away. The first best place to live is Jos- Plateau State, Nigeria.

This post is about the second best place; the Virgin Islands (British).

These lovely set of islands aren’t perfect, but I love calling them home for many reasons.

For example, the people. 95 percent of residents are amazing and caring. I guess that should go without saying for such a small territory. Although, every now and then you come by one or two people with nasty attitudes from hell, but I’ve learnt to deal with such people. Diplomatic or not, I’ve learnt to deal with it.

Before this evening, I hadn’t exercise intensely in about two weeks. I’ve been in and out of the doctor’s office for a while with Continue reading

Beach, Please. 

Boy and girls,

Be jealous, be very jealous. I live in possibly the most beautiful places on earth, next to Jos Plateau State that is.

Before this afternoon, I hadn’t been to the beach in many months.

There’s a beach just about 20 minutes walk away from my apartment. I think it’s quite ungrateful of me not to frequent the lovely beaches that surround the beautiful Virgin Islands.

Like yesterday, my plan for today was to be in bed all day. My landlord managed to convince me to go to the beach. I’m glad I did.


Life is great. Peace, love, unity and beach sand.

Bad Customer Service.

Here’s the deal.

There are few a lot of things that piss me off. Top on the list is terrible customer service.

I have a wedding to attend this Saturday and because I can’t be bothered to wear what I have and because I’m kind of being financially irresponsible, I’ve decided I want to buy new outfit for this wedding. (My excuse; I don’t get invited to weddings often enough.)

So, on Tuesday, along with two of my colleagues, I set out in search of a pencil skirt and a blouse. I found the skirt in a store I already don’t care for too much.


First of all, I walk into this said shop and the supposed sales representative is seated backing customers and on her phone. Fine, she’s probably responding to her mother or her child is in the hospital, or she’s hungry and can’t be bothered. Good, all that should only take her a few seconds. You really shouldn’t be on your phone with a lot of customers roaming around your shop, but whatever really.

Why did I even think that was an issue, there were a few other customers before me and they all appeared to have been fine with navigating the store without help. I’m just so darn petty, I tell you.

I fell in love with the leopard print pencil skirt, but I couldn’t wrap my head around giving my money to this lady who looked like she didn’t care to be there and whose body language was spewing how much she disliked humans. ( I dislike humans too, so I know and I understand to some extent.)

Despite me throwing comments in the air about not being served, this lady, customer representative  woman didn’t even move an inch.

Now, if you know me or you think you know me, you’ll know that sometimes my mouth has no gate, especially when it comes to me spending money and more so, when it comes to customer service. (I should start getting paid to teach customer service/ sales reps how to treat customers like myself.)

I couldn’t take this woman’s attitude, so I walked up to her and asked if there was a customer service representative in the store.

With all the attitude in the world, she said “yes, me.”

( My colleagues thought I was about the embarrass them, so they walked out… Swear they can’t take me any where HAHA)

Me; Well, we walked in here and no one said a word to us, plus I needed help in that area there and no one offered to help, so I’m just checking.

Her: Didn’t you see I was trying to help this lady here? You see she has a shoe in her hand. (Said lady with the shoe in hand happens to be a friend she was chatting with.)

Me: ** Blank stare**

Woman kept looking at me without an apology until I walked out.

I really want that skirt and I won’t go there and be treated as though I’m begging for the skirt, or as though I’m borrowing the skirt. So, I’m going to go back to that store but only if her boss is there or another sales representative  is there. She should be collecting my money with a smile, not a frown.

I’m done.

I went back into the store and was greeted by two lovely young ladies. They were happy to have a customer walk in the door.
I needed to settle my score though, so I had them call the owner and I told her about my ordeal. She apologized and assured me that it wasn’t her business’ policy not to treat customers right. and guess what, she gave me 50 percent off my purchase. I walked out there with a skirt and a lovely pair of platform heels – items I’m looking forward to wearing tomorrow.