I like Style statements, not the neck breaking ones, the ones that people can see a headless photo of you and still say "That is you". Or to be able to flip through a fashion magazine and say "Daniella would wear that". If you come across a bare wrist lady in a magazine, that would/could … Continue reading The Wages of Motherhood is…a few broken treasures
If you think this is an economic post, about how inflation and increase in everything has made a mockery of pocket money value, sorry to disappoint you. I know some of you used N5 to buy three Galas and two bottles of coke when you were in Uni, and N10 used to mean a whole … Continue reading What pocket money meant then…and now
The secrets of the kitchen have been revealed to the women mostly by the gods, that is why sometimes a man will enter your kitchen and just misbehave.
"The man who says we are pregnant may challenge me years later and claim Omugwo rights" -Ani, goddess of fertility (1921) For most people, the joys of double lines on a urine test strip catapults them to the top of the high heavens. Then they start exhibiting some behaviours or enter 'pregnancy language' mode. … Continue reading Oga, We Are Not Pregnant Abeg
This is a return-match. Before some people call Kabiyesi now and orchestrate kata-kata in the palace. My sister Ona had this post up a few days ago; Letter to my future husband. I found it honest and exciting at the same time, so I decided to borrow a male suit and a beard and reply, hoping … Continue reading LETTER TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND (reply)