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  Some days ago, one of our younger siblings came visiting with his fiancée. It was a big deal for us; we have a younger sibling about to get married and that means original Nigerian party loading (***inserts ijo ope mi da .) It's been so long we attended any party, especially a wedding ceremony, so we're definitely looking forward to this. Anyway, while we were advising them and going over plans, Hubs and I began to talk about different things, including money and the importance of having God as the main pillar in any marriage. We talked about how sometimes it looks like we have so much money, and it doesn't help that we're both all about the paparazzi life (always looking for excuses to glam up and take pictures. We used to be so religious about monthly anniversaries till adulthood and parenthood took over 😂) and we get comments like Chairman, Una get money, Governor and Iyawo Governor , and so on ( which we now gladly accept (unlike before) because good things fit u

Some two or three weeks ago, my daughter came back from school and started saying " Oh mehn " as a response to everything that displeased her. At first, it was very funny to hear her say "oh mehn" and it made me laugh so much every time she said it. I think what was even more interesting and funny about the use of the slang was how accurately she used it. Something drops on the floor, she says oh mehn ; you change the TV station from her cartoon to something else, she says oh mehn ; she hits her leg, her toy or pencil falls, she makes an error with whatever she's writing (think of all possible scenarios you can use 'oh mehn'), and her response to any of those scenarios would be oh mehn . I should add that she had a way she said it - she would drag the words and her countenance would change to show how displeased she was about the situation. Her dad and I were curious about where she heard it from and how she knew when to use it. We kept askin

I'm incredibly grateful to God for how January 2022 turned out. For the first time in a long time, I had such a sane January and I've not stopped thanking God for it. You know that sanity and peace that comes from within, not based on physical circumstances; that type of peace that is pure, undiluted, devoid of taints of worry ( you know the feeling of saying you're at peace but still paying attention to the tiny bits of worry that sips through your thoughts) ? That's the one. I truly hope you had a pressure-free January as well, especially if you read my last blog post . If you didn't, please don't be hard on yourself. Take deep breaths and take each day as it comes, committing every day to God's hands and asking that He steers the wheel. And this is how I'm wishing you a happy new month. Welcome to the month of love. I hope you are all planning for Valentine's day? Don't be like me. I have no plans in terms of doing anything super special for t

The first time I tasted alcohol was in 2016. I was newly married and was very "new" to the whole marriage consummation thing. Let me pause here to say I'm not going to use any funny slang to describe normal, permissible, God-given "enjoyment" between married couples. Are we clear?  Ehen. Let's go on. 😂 Oh wait. If you're not old enough for this grown-up talk, this is the best time to stop reading or better still, skip the next 2 paragraphs. But I don't trust you guys, so just skip today's episode and come back when a new blog post drops. I'm just kidding; keep reading. 😂 As I was saying, I was a virgin, with a capital letter 'V', novice of life, with absolutely no clue as to how difficult it could be to "make way" ( I know I said I won't use funny slangs, but alas, here we are. Forgive me. I've stabbed my comfort zone and shyness to share today's post. So bear with me if I still don't spell things out co

Knock, knock. Is anybody home? I never thought getting back to regular programming would be this awkward and somewhat difficult. It's been something else and it's not the first time I'm taking time off social media at the beginning of a year (at least, not in the past two years).  I feel weird being on social media for 30 minutes straight 😅. It doesn't feel normal anymore and it's so weird for someone like me - a social media addict of some sort (I've said it before on this blog that I love social media) since my many talents and businesses find their expressions on different social media platforms. Anyway, I'm taking it one day at time, ensuring that I'm not overthinking my being out here in the open and not beating myself up for laughing at a hilarious video. With that of the way, let me wish you a Happy New Year.  Trust me, we will still be greeting each other Happy New Year till the end of February, so accept my greeting in peace and drop your h

Let's start this episode with this lovely picture of me I couldn't conclude the "LASTMA made me cry" story from the last episode due to my promise of "1000 words or less per episode". So let's pick up today's Blog-not-Mas from there. Missed the first part of the story? Read it here . *** As I drove out from behind the car in front of me, I drove into the hands of a LASTMA official who directed me to an open space to park properly. She called her assistant to enter my car right away so I don't drive off, I guess 😅. Naïve me was still confused. So I asked the junior LASTMA officer sitting in the car with me to explain what I did wrong. It was then she said I shouldn't have swerved out like that; it was government Road and cameras are everywhere blah blah blah. I calmly replied that I didn't know where I was going (thankfully, Google Maps was still on my phone screen), pointing the Maps interface to her to prove I wasn't lying. I expla