Recklessly authentic.
I was at the African store the other day when a Kenyan man walked in with his two children - a boy and a girl of about three and five years old respectively. There was a fridge stuffed with a variety of soft drinks. Naturally, the kids reached for the Fanta. There's something about the orange soft drink that makes it irresistible to kids (and sometimes adults, too). I vividly remember Fanta being my favorite drink as a child. Not much has changed since then. However, I Read More
I don't know what came over me on Sunday, but I was feeling unusually sexy when I woke up that morning. For church, I wore my tightest pencil skirt, a grey skirt. And I matched it up with a black three-quarter sleeve shirt. I was looking hot, if I do say so myself. Although compliments were not the reason I wore this outfit, it did, naturally, feel pretty darn good when I received tons of compliments, even from those in church.After church, I went for a get-together at an aunt's house, a Read More
I know hope that all Nigerians know that there's a general dislike for us --- especially by other African nations. Apparently, Nigerians are rude, arrogant, pompous, ignorant, abraisive, aggressive ... and of course, fraudsters. These are just a few of the nice words that have been used to compliment us.A few weeks ago, I was in the computer lab at my former school. There were three other students there when I came in. I chose to sit at the Professor's computer - mistake number two Read More
It's that time of the year again. The Nigerian Blog Award is bizzzzack!! Before I tell you why I deserve to win, I just want to thank everyone who nominated me. I am very, very grateful --- especially seeing as I did not even know that nominations were already in session. If I had known, well, perhaps, this post from last year will give you a clue about what I would have done.Now, let's get down to the nitty gritty. Yours truly - yes, the one, the only verastic blogger, has been nominated Read More
We had talked about it for a while, planned my disvirginization - as he called it. I was a little bit nervous, as you can imagine. I had no experience whatsoever, and he, on the other hand, well, he was a pro. He had done it so many times, with so many partners, and in so many ways, I guess. I was not even experienced enough to be called a novice.In preparation, he instructed that I light the bathroom with scented candles, take a bath with lavender oils, and pamper my body with a good Read More
