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So guys, I've been having cravings for pottage since a long while now. I decided to prepare it the unorthodox way by using plantain. This post isn't going to be based on the nutritional values of plantain so I'm going to be skipping the vitamin A,C information part. Let's get cooking async src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js">      style="display:block; text-align:center;"      data-ad-layout="in-article"      data-ad-format="fluid"      data-ad-client="ca-pub-1903756072288782"      data-ad-slot="5153605671"> Ingredients *2 Onion bulbs *a sizeable amount of prawn *Plantain - ripe and unripe *a small size carrot *Green Pepper *Green peas *Palm oil *salt *seasoning *pumpkin leaves *Pepper Method *Cut the plantain into small round sizes. No ish with the shape just that's how I like mine to be. *Put in a clean pot and boil *while you are at that, g...

I wrote this poem when I was 15! I fell in love. However, it wasn't the lovey dovey kind that you know. It was a painful kind of love that was so complicated for my juvenile mind.

Have you ever wondered why most people gravitate towards good looking folks? I mean why everyone swoons around them? It's basic. It's because they look good and everyone likes good stuff. The popular saying suggests that, Looking good is good business. This is true because it makes people pay attention to you. So,  whether they love or envy you, both ways you stay fixatedly on their minds. Until one sees one's self as a brand, one might not be so persuaded to appear appealing I. e, larger than life. Looking good not only in the mirror but in people's eyes is highly essential. It's no luxury for you to desire to look good. Dang! It's your human right! So below are reasons why you should consider looking good : *By looking good, you are able to influence a lot of people. Take Nigerian actress, Omotola Jalade Ekehinde for instance, she looks good all the time thus promoted her to the diva level. Perfect posture, good looks and charisma would make people...

Everything that has a beginning must surely come to an end. The holidays were finally over. Grandma's place was even more  fun than I had anticipated. The ambience, the people, who were too busy being real and had no luxury of being fake. I met a girl, a new friend I made during my visit. She said would be attending a near-by public school as her parents couldn't afford the private School's tuition fees. I felt sorry for her and told her I would attend my school's college or better still Queens college because as a matter of fact, my Father can afford. She wished me well and hoped to see me during the next holiday.  I knew I would definitely miss my new friends and the rustic lifestyle of the place . I mean, we had a story club where we told both real and unreal stories to one another. I told of how my Father came home one day, unusually very happy that he even bought me stuffs while coming and how the happiness lasted till midnight. What really happened? My father ...

Jeans are never going anywhere out of trend. They always represent anyday and anytime for your classy swagged up look.  Now feed your eyes with good  stuff. Bad ass Ombre inspired Crazy, decent  Crazy playful  Boyish swag Crazy sexy Super dope Rule  Simple, girly. Teen stuff Carefree, sexy.  I hope you had a nice time.  PS: images ain't mine. I got them from Pinterest just for you.  Have a wonderful day.  Dieko Xoxo. 

So guys ,before I go on talking about what transpired at my grandma's place, I'll like to drop one more primary school experience .  I was quite sure that my Father never gave any money to my teachers on open day. This was because nobody called me any special names or treated me in any special way. Talking of how I was treated, I was frequently being flogged . I don't know why, but it has to definitely be because of my aforementioned reason. The way the teachers treated the other kids that had seemingly rich parents was something to be reckoned with. They had pet names like Princess, Queen and all sorts of adulations were added to their names while I was plainly called Grace.  In primary school, I was freaking ugly. Or well... Maybe I thought so but I knew I didn't turn heads or have anybody send me love letters. The only love I was able to gather was from my listeners. listeners because I used to tell fake interesting stories that my classmates very much loved to...

Happy Independence Day Nigeria! My bad. I know I should have  done this yesterday but I was way too sick to even get out of my bed.  As a patriotic Nigerian that I am,  I thought of what to do to celebrate my country on her Independence. I  wanted to sing the national anthem but somehow my muse told me to cook! So, I'm like...  What in the world I'm I supposed to cook. Instagram is so full of makeup artists with the green and white artistry .So as a food freak, I decided to show my allegiance by cooking this vegetable soup since it's green and my country's Independence colours are green and white. So here's how to prepare the soup! Recipe Sorry palm oil is part of the recipe but I couldn't get a perfect picture adding the palm oil so I cropped it out.  METHOD Boil the meat and fry.  Boil water and soak the veggies in it. Then rinse severally and cut. I like this method of cleaning vegetable because it helps me retain some of the ...

So, I had just finished my primary school education and was still basking in the hopes of attending Queens college, Yaba, Lagos. My primary school's secondary section was another choice of mine but I had to hide that because no one could know that I harboured such thoughts. According to my set, the secondary section was for losers. We all wanted to see life from different planes and angles but that our school's secondary section was totally out of the plan.  So, when my father came home that evening and said, "Dieko, tomorrow you will go and make enquiries about the tuition fee for Jss1 in your school ." It was mixed affections for me but at least I was going to get one of my choices which was not so bad at all .However, I had a huge problem. I was shy. Too shy. When I walk, I used to wish I could put on the colour of the air. Disappear and be so opaque that no could see me. I used to wish that I could have different faces. Because I thought it was such a sha...

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...

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.  So,  Recipe   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  salt Fresh pepper blended but not smooth  onions   Ugwu (pumpkin leaves)  Pomo (Cow Hyde)  Method   Clean the stock fish well and boil with seasoning....

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...

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.