Adele

Apart from my ability to comprehend how a girl like this could go by a name that seems so african...the operative word being "seems" here... mind you, there was nothing fascinating about Adele (Uh-dell)

And as usual, i was following the craze from behind but this time around, i wish i had caught the Adele fever faster than my stubborn old-school-versus-new-school-attitude would let me.

So here she is thrillingling beautiful, soulful and Rolling in the Deep.

Love Her!

Can't get enough of this

It's probably old news to most people out there but i like to follow the trends from the rear...if you catch my drift ;)

makes me feel like saying...well i didnt miss so much anyways...

so here's a song i cant get enough of...from behind of course...

Owning The Ankara

Hi all

While window shopping yesterday, i saw these very nice 'ankara' shoes in Aldo. I immediately felt pride seeing a thing that is known as proudly naija on dispaly in the streets of New York.

So i even proudly took a picture of my tie and dye bag which is also proudly naija, by the way :)

But hold on,....is Ankara a Naija commodity? I know we wear it a lot but i would really like to know the origin. Tye and Dye is from Ogun State RIGHT?!

Enjoy the pics!!! Poudly Naija

My Patch Bag (Tye Dye and Leather ;)

Beyone ...rocking it

The Easy Ride Clutch by Rebecca Minkoff

Robin by Jimmy Choo



The Garbo Satchel by Be&D



Superlight Aquilone by Bottega Veneta

Home Away From Home

There are a lot of things  that make many of us qualify to be tagged "Nigerians in Diaspora". It might be the way we speak, the way we dress, the food we eat or even the jobs we find ourselves doing. Many times, we take pride in knowing that we can retain a certain degree of our "africanness" without having the white culture polluting what we call morals and values.

I went for a wedding party today and it was amusing to watch dollar bills were sprayed over the new couple and how people with law degrees gyrated to the music blaring from the speakers with the voice of Obesere in the air. Never mind the fact that these people would turn their noses at people who subcribed to such brand of music back home.

Well, back home things were different and now all we want is just a little Naijaness to get through the cold cold days ahead of us. I smiled at a man changing a hundred dollar bills into one dollar bills, i even relished the aroma of moin moin wrapped in foil because they couldnt find the banana leaves to tie the delicacy.

I will probably share more of my perception later tomorrow. I have to sleep now. What a partyyy!

Sweet Tooth





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 Hi everyone...someone...anyone

It's official! I'm a full time blogger now and im loving it!!!

Now, im verrry impressed with the way Nigerian musicians seem to be taking the industry by storm. the opertaive word there being "industry". What i dont get- yet- is their thirst and desire to become agents of change with PDP. I know Music is a strong force and i applaud their decison to "stand up and be counted" but why have they turned themselves to politicians over night. I cant help but wonder how much the PDP would have paid someone like Stephanie Okereke to stand up on a campaign stage in Bayelsa screaming at the top of her lungs "Goodluck and Sambo 2011!!!!"
And i dont even want to mention Kanayo 'Ohh' Kanayo's political ambitions. I mean ...how much do they have to pay these people to lick asses and kiss dirty soles? Puleeezeeeeee

Using celebrities to campaign is the cheapest trick in the book. Just because 2011 made ir popular doesnt mean i'll vote for the person who was interviewed in the "koko mansion" oops...Aso rock.

I cant wait for the contoversial presidential debate to begin (NN24 or not!) cos im not giving anyone my vote under the influence of sweet talk or sweet biscuits!

So long nappy hair

I'm guilty of many things. one of which is not updating my blog as often as i used to. i think life caught up with me in the race but im determined ti take the lead anyway.

So....i decided to 'un nap' my nappy hair yesterday. i dont know why but um glad i did otherwise i wouldnt have anything to blog about now! here's a pic of my nappy hair. i like to think of this picture as a sort of memoir. So if i ever get to the point when i hate relaxed hair, i'll look at the pic and congratulate myself for staying nappy for 10 months! for enduring the tangleed bits and comb tru sessions.

no, im not a coward as many of my nappy hair sistas probably think. im on an adventure with my hair. and hey who says its important to have nappy hair anyway? or relaxed? or texturized? I am not my hair :)

so nice to be back ;)

Black Girls Don’t Blush

We were supposed to have lunch that afternoon. I wore a black tank top and a bright red skirt.

I didn’t look too desperate

You wore an aqua green shirt, like the color of the sea. My best friend would call it sky blue however.

Sky blue...aqua green…whatever

You said something nice about my top. If I was white I would have blushed all the way down to my neck with your eyes dancing all over my chest.

‘Tell me, do you play chess?’ I had my reasons for asking.

‘Chess is for losers, I spend my time wisely’

Oh well, I thought, what an irony.

You told me other things that made me laugh anyway. Some adult jokes, some funny pranks. My Mother would have a fit! But I am an adult. Seventeen years on this planet qualifies me. So there you go.

Our date crawled on like a caterpillar and turned into a moth when I felt your foot rubbing my thighs under the table. Oh no! It was only our second date and now I have to stop starting to like you.