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Standing up to parenting Judges

​On page 45 of the parenting book I may never write, you would find paragraphs and paragraphs of this ridiculous behaviour of others. I do not guarantee that you won't always feel pained when your parenting is judged From the... Continue Reading →

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Standing up to parenting Judges

On page 45 of the parenting book I may never write, you would find paragraphs and paragraphs of this ridiculous behaviour of others. I do not guarantee that you won't always feel pained when your parenting is judged.  From the... Continue Reading →

On period cramps, and why Zambia is right

Zambia recently moved from a Country where it was taboo to talk about women and periods, to making provisions in their Law allowing women to take off one day a month on their periods. They also do not have have... Continue Reading →

I learnt to knot a tie!

I'm excited. I learnt to knot a tie. It's probably a silly reason to be excited, but I am. A few nights ago, Kabiyesi struggled with knotting his tie in preparation for work the next day.  "Acha, don't tell me... Continue Reading →

The aftermath of mills and boons vs reality

"Acha, those romance novels lied to us o" My friend said to me, days ago. Then today, I found a colleague immersed in a novel, smiling dreamily. I snatched the book from her and took a shot. When I clocked... Continue Reading →

The unbecoming of a buka addict

What is a Buka? A Buka is any housing where edible dreams and aspirations are met, it is a state of mind, it is an enabling environment for reckless consumptional experimentation. (C) Achalugo

Where do you draw the line?

Know when it is no longer working, know when to stop, don't let that horse drop dead beneath you.

Wife? Mom? Harmattan 101

1. Who owns these men with white feet all around Lagos? Aunty, come and carry your husband, please. I know they no dey hear, these men. Just take that bottle of lotion and apply it by yourself. If you can't, and he can't, please collect all the palm slippers and hide. Shoes or nothing Shoes.

I get am before, no be property; Lessons from a corn roasting outfit.

I enjoy a very warm friendship with Mommy J. It was all politics. Politics of using my bump last year to skip the pretty long queue of everyone who wanted her roasted corn.  Politics that teaches you that when it... Continue Reading →

The Cyber-bullification of Love

And I wonder to myself, this manner of cyber bullying everyone is beginning to accept as normal. I cannot even start telling anyone to move on if they do not like a picture, impossible, the bitterness in their fingers usually wins. Why are your new loubs okay on your page and your friend at a nightout with her husband or fiance is not?

Why I don’t have a househelp…and why you shouldn’t

I hate sterotypes, strongly, maybe because I am a victim myself. There is a sport I cannot play, the sport of generalising, of using a one-size-fits-all approach to matters. I have been seriously referred to as Mammywater, kudos to my... Continue Reading →

Lights, Camera, Divorce!

I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.          -Anonymous Dear Husband, I am wife. This is us, living on the fast lane. Not really for me, but when you are married to someone doing so, you... Continue Reading →

What if we are all justified?

I say sorry not because I am wrong always, but because I value my friendship/relationship more than being right.

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