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October 20, 2014


I got tagged for the “Sisterhood of the world blogger award” and I am thrilled that anyone could count me worthy to be called a sister. I never had a sister growing up; I was the only girl so I grew up playing football, fighting wrestling, climbing trees and wearing trousers like men.  I learnt to be strong willed and strong headed from playing with my brothers and I never knew the difference between boys and girls until the day a boy pressed the two knobs on my chest, it hurt as hell and I wasn’t told before I stayed off playing with boys.

I have been tagged by 2 adorable e- sisters. 

Rhapsody’s questions

Do you love yourself from the inside out to the outside in?
Yes, I love myself; I am in love with my crazy self.

What things do you do for yourself that enriches, nourishes and affirms your being?
I believe no one can do me the way I do me, does that make sense. Let me break it down. I am unique; I amaze myself when I take up challenges or when all my inhibitions are broken. I have seen myself evolve in different shades

How do you hold yourself accountable for your poor decisions?
I give myself a good verbal spanking. I have learnt to take deep breaths before I start a pity-party. It will be foolhardy to make poor decisions and not learn a thing or two

Are you able to forgive yourself your humanness and move forward without beating up yourself and getting stuck in the, what should have been, if only I had?
I have learnt that I can’t change yesterday but I have control over my today and my tomorrow is an opportunity to make perfect today’s mistakes

How do you celebrate you, your uniqueness and authenticity?
I can be spontaneous and the situation determines the celebration. I sure do know how to blow my own trumpet

How do you stay motivated, hopeful and faithful to you, your thoughts, beliefs and ideals?
I have a favourite quote “Today is the yesterday I was anxious about, yet all is well”

 If you were your own parent what would be the one thing you would teach yourself?
I think the one thing I learnt late is to “do me” that I can’t be anyone else. I always wanted to be a model, it was a dream I nourished while I was a teenager, however, the fear of my religious parents and the is “modelling an ambition” talk made me shelve a dream I still nourish till date

a.      How have those lesson(s) changed you?
You will never know if there’s light at the end of the tunnel, if you don’t take the step. I would rather try and fail than never try at all
b.      It is said that what we learn we have a responsibility to teach, how do you plan to pass on the lessons to others who may be stuck where you were?  
Practice what you preach, that’s the cliché. I would rather anyone learn from my actions than what I say, it won’t be “sexy” to say “do as I say and not do as I do”

Are you being true to your inner self or are you busy pleasing everybody else?
This is a 50-50 question and the situation I find myself determines which shade I put on.  I have had to please my family rather than being true to myself in some situations

If you are not being true to self, how’s that working for you?
So far so good, I however, will need to be true to myself more often henceforth because I have realised that you can’t please everyone.

I am not ashamed to say that I look forward to New Dawn’s mail in my inbox and always delighted to read from her...yes oh, I am “famzing”...... and I have been mightily blessed by her sisterly role. She’s a sister indeed, and I know she’s got my back.

I am glad she tagged me and it means so much, it’s an honour to be tagged...ehm, lemme answer her question before I start yarning gibberish

New dawn’s question

If you have an opportunity to change something about your physical features and character, which would it be?
It is not a hidden secret that I won’t mind miraculously finding that my bum-bum has added some fat, what I have now doesn’t qualify to be called bum-bum, it’s as flat as a frying is an apology for a bum-bum. My friend’s daughter who is 8 years sef get bum-bum pass me.....see my life.......but wait oh......I don’t want the Kim K type of bum-bum, biko, that’s too massive for my lepa body. It will just disfigure this figure 8 that I am nursing *rolls eye* , okay, you didn’t know that I am a Agbani Darego wanna be.....issokay, one day is one day, I will unveil this super model figure on this blog, make I hit the gym finish and make sure the curves are popping...*coughing*

Patience isn’t a virtue I have, Hubby keeps telling me that patience is one of the fruits of the spirit but it seems that the tree that sprouts patience hasn’t germinated in my spirit. Though I have a calm disposition, I am a ticking time bomb. I am getting better by the day and still a work in progress. I can blow hot in a minute only to realise that if I had taken a deep breath or counted one to ten, my outburst would have been unnecessary.

I love myself as I am because, the same passion I put into getting angry is the same I use in loving. That is to say, I can give my eye to make you happy, only to realise a second later that I just rendered myself blind.

October 12, 2014


I got tagged by Toinlicious and I have to confess it took me days to come up with this....hehehe....I have been on holiday and just got back. I went to chop the life of my head….. I am trying to activate my Naija survival mode.  

20 things about me

1.       I can be extremely quiet at times. There are people who haven’t seen the “alariwo”/”onijogbon” Sykik and won’t believe I can be loud and stubborn
2.       I love holidays. I won’t mind been on vacation all year round
3.       I love hotels and won’t mind living in one every day. It would be my absolute pleasure to have someone make my bed and clean the bathrooms every day. I mean 5 star hotels oh...not “Iya Sikira” guesthouse
4.       I don’t love sharing my personal effects. This must be because I grew up as the only female child
5.       I love reality shows. I would rather watch people sit and talk than watch fiction. I guess that’s why I love stage plays
6.       I am a Big Brother Africa addict
7.       I would rather read than watch a movie. Too much shooting and blood puts me off, also why watch someone’s fantasy when reality shows give me the real deal
8.       I don’t like the sight of blood
9.    I have a phobia for needles. I can’t take an injection without help; I have to be tightly held to be given an injection. I can’t imagine what I would do if I have to take a sick person to the hospital
10.   I have always had this bizarre feeling to drive over a kerb or run into a roundabout whenever I am driving......evil spirit things abi…....I bind every spirit of accident hovering around me
11.   I don’t do make-up, wish I could sha. I won’t mind learning, ask me what’s stopping me from learning
12.   I love shopping. It’s therapeutic, my Hubby says I can shop on my way to heaven
13.   I hate being broke. I get cranky and start hyper ventilating. You would think rapture took place and I was left behind
14.   I can worry for the’s scary.  however, I have a calm disposition so most people can’t tell
15.   I love chocolates. Anything that has chocolate in it has my name tucked into it somewhere
16.   I can’t sing to save my life but I love good music. I have a ear for good music, I love to hear good lyrics from sonorous voices
17.   I have always dreamt of being a kept woman....very weird fantasy abi....I need to submit myself for MFM deliverance
18.   I am scared of the dark but can’t sleep with the lights on. Back in the days, Mama Sykik maintained a light off policy from 8pm
19.   I am scared of heights. I can’t look down from any height. Maybe because I am feather weight, I feel the wind might blow my lepa body all the way to the ground floor
20.   I am a sucker for love. I love sheepishly and hopelessly. My love is blind, deaf and dumb, possibly crippled sef...and I hurt same way
21.   I LOVE MY HUBBY BEYOND WHAT WORDS CAN DESCRIBE. I never imagined I could love anyone aside my family like this but I found love and so far so good, it’s being blissful

Feel free to tag yourselves. Thanks for reading.

I will be on and off like NEPA abi na PHCN for a while, please bear with me. My world is undergoing some major transformation and it’s taking all my will power to do blog rounds much more write a post. Don’t worry, I will still be visiting your blogs and leave comments if I can but may not be able to update my blog as often as I wish.

Love you lots.

September 12, 2014


I remember the day mama Sykik found a love letter in my closet.

Back in the days, love letters where the “ish”, it was the means through which boys wooed babes. I  have mentioned in some earlier posts that I was a late bloomer so I didn’t get boys paying attention to me till my undergrad years........there was the random boy, here and there but Mama Sykik played her “breathing down my back” role so well and co-opted my brothers into saving their sister’s purity till marriage.

There was this boy who had taken a big brother/boyfriend role over me in school, come to think of it he never toasted me sha. The boy had to change schools in our second year and so we were separated and there were no GSM phones then. It was a tough time for me, I felt lost and so when I got a letter from this bobo (he sent it through a student who had visited his school). I read the letter every day and mumuishly took the letter with me home during the holidays....somehow Mama Sykik poke nosed through my stuff and read the letter, this was a letter I kept well folded inside my bible (I had to keep the letter holy abi nau). Mama Sykik doesn’t understand that there is anything called boundaries or personal space. After this incident, I learnt the trick of Eneke the bird that “since men have learned to shoot without missing, he has learned to fly without perching." I learnt to keep my privacy from her prying eyes.

I got home from my Mum’s store that day and met Mama Sykik at the door, brandishing my love letter (she doesn’t waste time attacking) immediately I saw the letter, I died and travelled to was easier facing God than Mama Sykik, I swear. She was gangster like that.....all I heard again was

Mama Sykik: Sykik am I not talking to you
Sykik: Ma, what did you say (My heart was skipping and I still couldn’t make sense of what she was saying)
Mama Sykik: are you listening to me at all, since you are deaf, let me explain myself better

Mama Sykik delivered one of those her “abara” slap, “abara”- is a back slap that brings you out of a coma. It works; ask any Nigerian Yoruba girl who grew up in the 80s and 90s. That “abara” brought me back from my coma and I can’t remember what my explanation was, but I must have confessed to sins committed and uncommitted. I was made to promise to break up with this bobo and cease all form of communication. After the beating and threats of that day, I am sure I never spoke to any man except my brothers for weeks.

How do you break up with someone who never toasted you sef? I told bobo about the incident and we just remained discreet until Mama Sykik caught us again and this time around she drafted Papa Sykik to cast the “spell of boyfriend” from my life.

I love Mama Sykik and  wouldn’t trade her for anything, though back in the days I had no “relationship” with her because I felt her parenting methods were cruel but I won’t be half of  who I am today without that strict grooming. Papa Sykik blended her parenting skills with his modern methods which she felt was “ajebutterish” but see me today, I turned out right even if I have to say so myself.

Will I trade my growing up years  for anything......NO......will I train my child(ren) same way......not really......but I am certainly going to do some “abara” giving or how else will they know I am a Yoruba God loves a cheerful giver :)