Diekola'z Blog...

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...