Today, my bestfriend Sola dragged me to the mall to look for something great for her wonderful boyfriend, Frank (whom I consider my future bestfriend in-law) for Valentine. We tried ordering something online yesterday, but it was a total waste of my time, so today she dragged me to the mall due to my never failing romantic ideas....God, I'm good (if I do say so myself). Anyways, after shopping around for what seemed like forever, we finally got something great for Frank. After that, we met Read More

I went to bed @ 2am this morning because I had every plan of sleeping in. Come 6am, my mother woke me up and told me my grand ma had been rushed to the hospital and that I had to take care of the rugrats she was supposed to be babysitting. When I got to my grandma's house, my little cousin wasn't going to school, so I was stuck with three rugrats: my four yr old cousin, a one and half year old boy, and a 10 month old girl. Let's just say that I would definitely be thinking twice before having Read More

Every1 and their mama already know how much I admire Igbo men. Why? Because I hardly see/meet them. Igbo men (for me) are scarcer than 50 kobo koins, but when they become as rampant as 1000 naira notes, then I'll probably change my views about them. Shey you get? Anyways, my friend Funmie called me and told me about her Yoruba friend in Boston (let's call her miss Y) who is dating an Igbo guy. The story is that they had a fight (which was the girl's fault) and after that, they did not talk Read More

Lesson learned: don't take a four year old to ToysRUs and expect not to come back with a throbbing headache. Ok, gat it! Today, I followed my mom to her sister's house to pick up her [sister's] son... AKA my cousin, Toby. We took him to ToysRUS to go buy him his birthday gift (his birthday was on Jan 14th...same as mine), but I did not plan for what I got. How was I supposed to know he would stop at every corner and want to take practically everything home? How was I supposed to know he Read More

I promised I would tell you some of the anal things I do (call them pet peeves if you like), so here goes...I wash meat till there is almost no blood. This is fine when I'm not in a hurry and I have all day (which is IMpossible), but not when I have a room full of hungry people. Let's just say I've been banned from washing meat when other people are involved.I hate it when people wash their hands in the kitchen sink... with dishes in it. Eww! I don't care if it's just a fork; take your dirty Read More