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When I put up the post asking where all the first-generation Nigerian bloggers went to, I think I got more information than I bargained for. And I loved it. A lot of people said that bloggers don’t blog from the heart anymore. That’s really sad. When I started writing nine years ago on Nigerian websites like Nigerian Village Square and Nigerians In America, I really did not have a plan. I was just glad that I could share my thoughts {Read More}
This happened on Wednesday night, and when it happened, I was thinking to myself, how will my readers believe this one? It was the same day I put up a post saying I wanted to be hit on a lesbian. Let me tell you my story. I went to the gym, and then, I stopped at Royal Farms on my way back to get some gas. I noticed a green Camry in the pump behind mine, and I noticed it {Read More}
Apparently, I tell everyone who cares to listen that my friend, Uju, is a doctor. And I cannot help it. I am so, so proud of her. She is a fighter. Anyway, Uju’s birthday was this past Thursday, and we asked her several times what she wanted to do and she said nothing. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and tell the girls that we should all show up at Uju’s house on Saturday, unannounced. Well, {Read More}
And I still need someone to talk to (not on the phone), these will just have to do. And they listen, too. Unlike Igwe who sometimes pretends to be listening to me when he’s really checking scores on ESPN and thinks I don’t know, these munchkins here actually give me their full attention. Another thing: They don’t scream, “I’m hungry!” when I’m done talking (and sometimes while I’m even still talking). Igwe, please take note for future references. Sincerely, Management.
Now, you know that I have been reminiscing on old posts and bloggers, right? So back in the day, I was the ashewo blogger and the envy of all the female bloggers (whether they admit it or not) because I had three wonderful blog husbands: Boorish Male, Guy Horny, and Naija Bloke. You know what’s so cool about it? I still keep in touch with ALL of them. Boorish Male: He was the certified bad boy of Blogville. Most of his {Read More}
Yesterday, my mind wandered off to cookies. Specifically, snicker doodles from The Great Cookie. Those cookies are ah-may-zeen. So as I drove home, my mind was made up to go get some snicker doodle cookies, but only for $2 because I knew I would eat everything, no matter how much I bought. But then, I thought of oatmeal cookies. And I remembered that I was just studying the recipe for oatmeal raisin cookies. Plus, I already had most of the {Read More}
I told you about my love for Zumba, right? Well, since Igwe and I moved, I have not actually attended that Zumba class because it’s about 50 minutes away from where we lived. Plus, it’s actually expensive to take Zumba classes. It’s $5 per class, which sounds very affordable. But when you do it about three times a week like I did, it quickly adds up to about $60 a month, which I would ordinarily never pay for gym membership. {Read More}
I went to Walmart yesterday to buy some yogurt and oranges, and while I was walking back to my car, I spotted two guys who were carrying what looked like a snake. Sure enough, it was a damn snake. So I did the only thing I could think of doing: I stopped them asked about the snake. She has a name: Gamella Gamella is a Granite Burmese Python, and I actually did some research. According to the Wikipedia page, this {Read More}
When I started blogging seven years ago, I did not know any blogger – Nigerian or otherwise – and then one day, I got a comment. I visited her blog and linked to other blogs. And more blogs. And more blogs. There were so many Nigerian bloggers, and we were like a little virtual family. There were bloggers like London Buki, Taurean Minx, Bab’s House, Azuka, Real Naija Bloke, Afronuts, Guy Horny, Baroque, Overwhelmed Naija Babe, Good Naija Girl, Omohemi {Read More}
I have been going to this Pakistani mechanic for some years now. The actual mechanic who does my car is an older man, and he’s the one who owns the garage shop. His nephew who also works there with him has the hots for me, and it’s the funniest, strangest kind of hots. Every time I come, he stares at me. And stares at me. And stares at me. And the entire time he’s staring, he has the biggest smile {Read More}
