‘Bukola, Bukola, Bukola where are you’ a voice was calling for me but I didn’t take any notice because excuse me O my name is BABY. I continued to hear Bukola; I thought it was Africa Magic Yoruba because again my name is BABY. I continued to hear Bukola; I began to think maybe just… Read More Excuse me mister, my name is BABY
“Maybe you don’t know that you’re married now, you need to act like you’re married,” How must married people act please? Is there a course in high school or college on how to behave like a married person? My mum taught me to cook and clean. The church taught me to be a godly woman,… Read More Maybe you don’t know that you’re married now
“Wouldn’t replacing this plate drainer make our kitchen look a whole lot different, after all its already chipping away?” “The plate drainer we have is just fine; moreover I just got it last year” “It looks old” “It still holds & drains our plates, doesn’t it?” A typical conversation between le hubs & I I… Read More The battle of the Pots , who survives
Hubby has been making me the Chinese slimming tea Uncle Tunde gave me. Like he would willingly make it for me every morning. This started on Tuesday morning; he asked me where I kept the tea. I asked why, he said he wanted to try it and see what it tasted like. He came to… Read More He offered me slimming tea, is he calling me fat?
So at 8:10pm last night Mr Ndubuisi the Egyptian cotton bedsheet maker came by with the replacement bedsheet he made for us. He came in and apologised and blamed it on his Industrial equipment. I gave him the bedsheet that was ridiculously ripped and he couldn’t say anything. All he kept saying was… Read More Ndubuisi the Bedsheet Maker Cont…
Yesterday I decided to celebrate Independence in style. My friends told me there were some festivals happening on the Island, but my spirit was telling me to do Independence in grand style. I told hubby to take me to Shoprite because I wanted to buy Chicken but he refused saying I’ve used all his money… Read More My Independence Day Turn up