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Black Heels : A lady's Wardrobe Essential

Ladies get in here!  The guys can join too but shuush and don't start football arguments here cos that,  is kinda boring now.
So, today I'll be talking about why it is paramount for every lady to own at least,  a pair of black heels. So, join me as I take you on a shoesplic journey.
Black heels are here to stay. Like, they ain't going nowhere.
You ought to own a  pair of black heels because it goes on everything. Forget the fab that colourful heels bring. Sometimes we Prima Donnas are too much in a hurry to even think of trying to look too fab. So, I know you want to be that goal getter, that lady that takes life's bull by the horns. However, I also know your little secrets. I know that you like to be complimented. You like to look Charming, alluring and attractive. But...  You ain't got so much time on your side life's moving too fast.  Sad. Rock a pair of black heels and you'll never look out of place.

It is cost friendly. Let's say you have just two pair…
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Nigerian Soups :How to Make Ogbono

Hello Gourmets! 

So, Saturdays are for the foodies. I'm glad. I'm so excited. Oh my gosh. I love food. Good food. I love to cook and taste good food. In fact, I  think I should get a job as a food taster. Or...  What do you think? 

Anyways, I have always dreamt of being a chef. Chef Grace? Gracie the chef? Whatever. I'll figure it out later. 

So today, I'm going to be teaching us how to make Ogbono soup. I love the soup even though I'm not Igbo. We call it (Apon) in Yoruba parlance. My grandma thought me this method so be of good cheer, it's going to be delicious. Old women can cook for Africa. 
1 or 2 of Ogbono depending on how much you want it to be
palm oil
Crayfish, blended
Meat or fish or chicken whatever you like
Stock fish 
Fresh pepper blended but not smooth 
Ugwu (pumpkin leaves) 
Pomo (Cow Hyde) 

Clean the stock fish well and boil with seasoning. 
Boil the meat in another pot
When both are ready, remove the meat from the stock and add th…

My Father!

So, guys it's official. I'm back! Yippee!

 After the too long hiatus, I'm finally back. It wasn't an intentional break though but let's just thank God I'm back. I promise to keep you glued, educated and informed like I used to .

 So I'm starting a series called, My Father. It entails most of my childhood experiences centred around my father.
There's no better way to get over a memory than laughing over it.
So join me as I laugh over pain, laugh at the sorrows and make good comedy out of it.
Growing up has a way of bringing so many nostalgic thoughts to a person. You see, time actually does a lot in lightening up things.

Situations that seemed so gargantuan could easily be eased by the cooling balm of time. So, this is one of those thoughts.

My father and I used to live together. I had a step sibling who was a baby about this time. You know, I remember my dad taking me out on my birthday, buying me nice stuffs and all but I think…

Dirty Slap

As a young lady, I have always had this strong aversion for men who battered their wives. I know you’ll try to say that this is a general thing, that everyone hates them too. Well, for me it goes way beyond the common hatred. Mine was an unnatural loathing. I don’t know why, perhaps I was beaten to death in my past life. That proposition could be true because I was born with a dark scar across my forehead. So maybe that could explain my contempt for these set of human beings. It was this weird ideology of mine that landed me into serious kasala one day.


Ok. Let’s get serious. Let’s talk about girl power, beauty stereotypes, womanity. In a nut shell, let’s talk about who we are.


Happy new year!     Goodbye is a poem about a girl with shattered dreams about love. It is a poem that reveals the whining of  a girl with too much fantasies about love. It's like she carries a glass heart about so it gets broken all the time. This is not a Taylor Swift kinda thing, so don't get it twisted. It's been a long while since I posted here, I hope you like this piece tho.

Riddle Me This.

I am something...
It seems I have a knack for screwing things up
I go late for most of my classes
When I finish eating I hate to pack my plates up
Sometimes, you catch me walking too fast with an unkempt hair and totally no make- up
I'm abnormal, I''m a weirdo,I'm a loner.

I am something...
I like to eat my food fast
If I were to contest in an eating competition, I don't think I'll ever come last

I am something...
I am a fairy tale kinda lady
I picture a beautiful marriage with kids just on the first date

I am something...
I can not be put in a box
I am wild and free
I like to make a lot of mistakes
I am pathetic and silly
Shaken but unmoving
I am not nice
 I am not a pretender
Hit me once and I'll hit you twice

Enough said

What am I?