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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All the people you’d find in a Lagos Danfo

I’ll just jump right into it because I can’t even deal, not after my latest Danfo experience.   1.  The conductor with the body odour. The body odour isn’t peculiar to the bus conductor, but most times he is the chief of the clan of smelly bodies. It isn’t enough that he is wearing a […]

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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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