Yesterday I woke up from a nap and visited Twitter where I saw a hash tag that awoke the beast in me. Well, that's what I'm calling it. It could just be that I had a lot of say. It was a hash tag that discussed the uncomfortable truth of what it means to be female in Nigeria and all the indignation you will face, just for being female. While the hash tag says female IN Nigeria, you don't actually have to be in Nigeria to experience this brand of sexism. Being a Nigerian female and dealing with Read More
Church Just Isn’t What It Used To Be
I know it probably sounds a bit crazy, considering there's nothing new under the sun, and there isn't anything happening now that has never happened before. But for my short life on earth and for the experiences such life has given me the opportunity to have, church, for me, isn't what it used to be. Church used to be a safe haven. When you're in church, you felt like you were hidden under God's big wings - or at least that's how I felt anyway. The Charleston shooting happened last week Read More
Natural Hair: I’m Over It
Well, I'm not over having natural hair exactly, but just the cult-like following part. Although there was that one time I was seriously considering cutting and perming my hair. I just wanted something different. At this point, I have thrown my hands up in the air and waved them like I just don't care and surrendered to the gods of natural hair. You win. I quit. See, for me, hair has never been that serious. You know how Black women say they are not their hair? Well, I don't subscribe to that Read More
Let Me Tell You About This Yoruba Girl, Tolu
Firstly, she isn't my neighbor (Kemi is my neighbor). Secondly, I had a mental battle about whether to first tell you about my Oyibo (White, for the non Nigerians) neighbor, Chandler or whether to tell you about my former coworker, Tolu. I chose to tell you about Tolu because I am not done collecting data on my Chandler, and frankly because Tolu's story is much more entertaining. Clearly, I'm only blogging about her today because I have long since stopped working at that job. I don't even Read More
Journal #5: May 2015
Welcome to June. We are in the 6th month already! I'm not going to complain about how fast the month has gone because I have come to accept and expect it. Every month always flies by. It's like life is in a hurry to make me a senior citizen. Still, I rise! April was heavily soiled with the aftermath of the accident I had on March 31st, but May - especially toward the end - was a lot more organized. It was a bit busy - business wise - here on the blog, which I love, but I feel bad Read More