New Year

The Obligatory New Year Post

It’s fair to say 2013 wasn’t a great year for me as far as blogging is concerned. I was as inconsistent as inconsistent can be. I’m not trying to make any promises for 2014 lest I fall flat on my face but I am working on managing my time to make room for Waila to do Waila and write more regularly.

Last year was unforgettable in many ways, getting married being the highlight as most of you already know. But it also sucked in many other ways; the stumbling block that planted itself in the way of my getting married being the lowest point. My 2013 was consumed by my transition from Miss to Mrs and much as I’m grateful and happy to be married to my Yoruba Boy, I’m looking forward to the new things 2014 will bring.

Yes, I know round about now every blogger is expressing gratitude but as cliche as it may seem, we really cannot take our readers for granted. If it wasn’t for you guys, I’d still be unconvinced that I’m any good at writing. If it wasn’t for you guys I’d still be on my knees asking God what I ought to be doing with my life. If it wasn’t for those of you that harassed me, my sporadic posts would have been even more sporadic. So when I say thank you, I’m not saying it to tick any boxes, it really does come from the bottom of my heart.

I’m praying 2014 will be the year my relationship with my God reaches new depths.

I am praying that in 2014 I will become a better me, a better wife, better daughter, better sister and better friend.

I’m praying 2014 will be the year I find the courage to pursue my musical aspirations.

I’m praying 2014 will be the year I write that book.

From my living room, clad in my alumni sweatshirt and track bottoms, my hair bound by the most ratchet of durags hidden under a pair of tights turned cap, I wish you all a happy new year.

May 2014 be the year you find truth, courage and hope.


Love Always,


Happy New Year & Greetings From My Motherland

Happy New Year folks and greetings from my motherland!

I’ve been in Nigeria for the last four days and it’s been good so far. It’s a full house with my mother, grandma, uncle, two aunts and cousin. It’s been great bonding with them all and dodging the million and one chores they have for me to do. Nigerian parents have doctorates in fagging aka sending people on errands. It is unthinkable that they will reach for a remote control on a table in front of them when they have a child who is asleep, that they can awaken to pass it to them.  Their hands it seems, are only good for counting money, transferring food from hand to mouth and dishing out slaps. Thankfully, my cousin is much younger than I am so she gets sent on the bulk of the errands. Every now and again, I feel sorry for her and take on some of them lest the poor girl crumbles under the weight of their unending demands.

Relative to Lagos, Abuja is a quiet city. Not much happens here, not unless you count bombings as entertainment . It’s deeply saddening that any human being will choose to take the life of another. May the souls of all those who lost their lives in the Christmas Day bombing rest in peace.

On a lighter note, I met one of my twitter cum blogger buddies, John Doe aka SingleNigerian aka JD,in the flesh. It was exciting I tell you, especially as he tweets and blogs anonymously. He had to bribe me (with a plate of fish and chips) not to reveal his identity.  He took me to the Arts and Crafts village in Abuja and but for thoughts of my monthly travel card which I’m yet to buy, I’d have bought out the entire village. If you’re a fan of wooden and bronze sculptures and leather artefacts, you’ll love it. Their prices are geared at foreigners though so you have to haggle like crazy to get anything resembling a bargain. Thanks to my excellent display of self control, all I bought was an Ayo chest. Ayo for those in the dark, is a native Yoruba game…I think.  JD promised to find me a Ludo board as well. I’m looking forward to giving my grandma, our family Ludo champion, a good beating when it arrives. Someone needs to take her down a peg or two.


We all went to mass this morning and I tell you, some things never change. My mother got the entire household up three hours before mass was to start. After threatening showers of fire and brimstone on anyone who wasn’t ready on time, she was the last to shower, get dressed and the reason we were late. When she finally emerged from her room, it was with a frown on her face and stinging words for anyone she found sitting and waiting patiently in the living room.

“What are you sitting there for? Can’t you see the time?!”

Yes we can mother but can YOU?!

I love my mother I tell you, the woman is a character.  Henceforth she will be referred to as ‘The General’ on this blog.

Ladies and gentlemen, my stomach is currently doing back flips; I feel sick as a dog. I’m off to find ways to quieten the beast…if you know what I mean.

Happy New year again and may the grace and peace of God be with you today and always.