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Sweet Potatoes, get in here. This is my friend, Kay - short for Kayode - and he is single. Why does it matter that he's single? Or why am I introducing him and his marital status? Well, let me tell you why. A couple weeks ago, I, Kay, and Funmie hung out. We went to Suya Spot in Owings Mills. It was my first time there, but I'll definitely visit again. Anyway, we ate and drank and laughed, and at some point, I decided to go into Inquisitive-Vera-Mode and ask Kay why he was Read More
The girl is me. Hello there. Vera here. This was supposed to be a Thanksgiving Day post. I've been in America for a very long time - maybe even too long - and I have never really given too much thought to Thanksgiving Day. I mean, I'm usually thankful for a lot, but the formality of Thanksgiving Day has never really, really sunk in. And this year wasn't any different until the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I was in church and the Pastor was concluding the three-week long Thanksgiving Read More
Have you watched any of my live broadcasts on Instagram? We have discussed everything from Nigerians and their door peepholes to seed-sowing in church to politics in Nigeria to the tension between Africans and African-Americans, and yes, to men and women cheating. It has been a wonderful experience for me and something I have wanted to do for a very long time. I'll be doing it again this evening. That said, one of the live videos has inspired today's post. Who cheats more: men Read More
This post was otherwise going to be titled, "Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Sexy Bras." Ladies, get in here, let's talk. The first (and only time) I got my breasts fitted for a bra was several, several years ago at JCPenny. At the time, I was measured for a 38D. I assume I'm still the same size because I have been buying the same size since then, and they usually fit. The times that they don't fit, I assume it's just the cut/fit of that particular bra/brand. Lately, however, Read More
Dear Eric Jerome Dickey, I was going to simply send you a tweet and a picture, but then, I thought, "How un-Nigerian to be so simple. Where's the drama?!" So, here I am, dedicating an entire post to you. You. Are. Special. I have been reading your books since I was a teenager; I was probably too young to be reading your book. But what had happened was that I was new in America, and I did not have a summer job, and then I discovered that in America, you can borrow books from the library - FOR Read More
