There’s a lot of hair here

I didn’t pour water on my head for the first time in one year today. Trust me, I didn’t feel very much like myself. I would go on to say to myself, “Who the hell are you, Stranger?” Myself would go “…Errr…I’m you, Dude!?” And then it would dawn, that I am in fact me, […]

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Ten things all Nigerian fathers have in common.

I sneaked into the Nigerian Fathers’ Association (NFA) meeting the other day with an extra-large shirt, a fake mustache and paunch, and white patches in my hair. They couldn’t tell I wasn’t one of them, even you would not have been able to tell. So at the meeting, all Nigerian fathers gave reports and got […]

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Sho mo age mi ni?

I had a haircut. But you know this already. Well, unless you are new here, and if this is the case, you’re welcome *insert ear-to-ear grin here*. In fact, lemme do a brief introduction already, so my visitors won’t say I don’t have home training. *clears throat* So I’m Ife from a family of six, […]

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Miranda Bailey is…ME!

Hey there. It’s me again. Yeah, the one with the Grey’s Anatomy addiction. Yep, that one. As we speak, I am almost through with Season 6. I am dangerously close to Season 7. I am not sure my rehabilitation is working yet. I still badly need a handler. You have any recommendations, hit me up […]

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#TBT: My favorite childhood memories

So, in the spirit of #ThrowbackThursdays, I decided to go back in time to some of my best memories growing up. I grew up in J-town. That’s a fancy, ‘hip’ name for Jos. I don’t understand why there’s a hip name for every city; Lasgidi for Lagos, Croc City for Kaduna, A-BeeJay for Abuja, Eye-Bee for […]

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My children belong to me.

So I have been watching Grey’s Anatomy like a stupid alcohol addict. I know, I need AA meetings already. And maybe a handler. I’ll get to all that in due time, thanks for the love and concern. It all began when I attended the TV Writing Masterclass at the Lagos Film Academy a few weeks ago. So […]

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I don’t know my way

Let me make a quick confession. I don’t know my way. I mean, I know the way; Jesus is the way. Around life, I can’t say I know so much. Exactly a week ago, I got a pair of scissors and chopped off my hair of eleven years. Earlier today, I went to the barber’s […]

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