The nervousness, or should I say, the quiet anxiety of heading out to meet Mr B’s family finally became a reality. Interestingly, it wasn’t that I was worried about what they’d think of me; I’ve lived long enough to know that people will always have their opinions. What made me nervous was something deeper: the awareness that I was taking a bold, deliberate step forward for the good of our relationship. It was the kind of step that makes love feel a bit more real, a bit more grounded, and undeniably vulnerable.

June came with a strange mix of warmth and weight for me. A month that often signals sunshine and ease brought along grief wrapped in two different stories. I experienced wealth, but not of the kind that sits in banks.

Most times, people ask me, “What happens next?”And honestly, my answer is simple: Life is happening.

"There’s a hundred and four days of summer vacation..."That line from Phineas and Ferb kept playing in my head as summer kicked off—and wow, did we start it right.

Being in an interracial relationship has opened my heart in ways I never imagined. Coming from a deeply cultural background, I grew up with certain norms and expectations, but stepping into this kind of love has challenged and changed me beautifully.

Another weekend, another surprise. It started with the classic “Just pack a bag like you did the other time.” No details. No clues. Just vibes. Now, if you know me, you know I’m not the type to just go with the flow without a plan, but love has a funny way of making you do the absolute most and enjoy it too.

It was a Friday laced with a hint of adrenaline. Tornado warnings had sent everyone home early, schools shut down in caution, and I found myself picking up one minion slightly ahead of time. The air was thick with anxiety, yet somewhere buried beneath the worry was excitement, an emotion I hadn’t felt this deeply in a while. Mr. Bee, my newfound delight, had hinted at Vegas getaways, but here was just as great. 

Let’s just go ahead and shout it for the ones in the back—THUNDER FIRE SINGLENESS!

Urhobo Wado!!! Let’s Talk About Love at First Sight....

Today felt heavy, one of those days where your mind drifts to places you thought you’d buried. And as I sat quietly, reflecting, I remembered something I rarely speak about… an experience that almost changed everything.

It’s a sad reality many Nigerian men, especially those from the southern part of the country, seem to struggle deeply with control issues. I don’t say this to generalize or bash anyone, but it’s something that can’t be ignored when the patterns keep repeating themselves in different women’s lives.

It’s funny how life has a way of circling back moments you thought you’d left behind. One minute you’re sipping tea, minding your business, focused on growth and healing, and the next, you get a call that drags you back into a story that should have ended chapters ago.

It’s one of those days when my thoughts feel heavier than usual, and the only way I know to lighten the weight is to write.

Today, I drove a Tesla for the first time, and let me just say I am SHOOK! This car is a masterpiece in its own right. The technology, the precision, the ease…

Reflections on Life’s Layers

The end of the year brought with it new beginnings and fresh experiences. From being welcomed by my long-time friend to meeting new people in her circle, this new chapter has been both heartwarming and exciting.

Today, for some very weird and sentimental reason, I found myself staring at my children, marveling at how beautifully big they’ve grown. Time feels like it’s flown by, but the memories of their births remain vivid, etched deeply in my heart. Let me share their stories with you, moments that changed my life forever.

Trust is a tricky thing. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the kind of person who offers a clean slate when I meet someone new. I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, just as I’d hope they’d do for me. It’s my way of being open, of allowing people the freedom to show me who they truly are, without the shadows of past experiences clouding my perception.

It's been a while since I sat down with my computer to write, to truly pour out my heart. Writing has always been one of my greatest forms of stress relief. There’s something about putting words on a page that brings me a sense of calm. Once I start, it feels like the spirit within me takes over, guiding my thoughts and emotions, letting me release everything I hold inside.

To me, every river or ocean holds a presence, and I feel a deep connection, almost like they’re allies in some way. I’ve come to trust that each water body I encounter offers guidance and protection. It’s a belief that calls for a bit of reverence and a lot of faith, adding a spiritual dimension to each journey across the water. I carry that grounding respect, a connection to my roots and the hope that the water will always watch over me.

My evening at Haxenhaus in Cologne was nothing short of memorable. From the moment we arrived, we were welcomed by Freddy, the charming and hospitable owner, who treated us like old friends.

The Cube Houses, or Kubuswoningen, in Rotterdam are one of the city’s most iconic architectural landmarks. Designed by Dutch architect Piet Blom in the 1970s, these tilted, cube-shaped houses sit atop hexagonal pylons and are angled at 45 degrees, creating a surreal visual effect that’s both eye-catching and imaginative.

The Netherlands! It was everything I hoped for and then some. We arrived late in Rotterdam, but that didn’t stop us from diving right into the vibe of the city. First stop? Food! We found ourselves at Vapiano, where we had what might just be the best Bolognese I’ve ever tasted. Seriously, it was like eating pure heaven on a plate comforting, rich, and flavourful. If there’s a way to begin a trip on a high note, Vapiano’s Bolognese definitely delivered.

On my connecting flight from Turkey to my final destination, I was handed a tub of water. It was a simple gesture, but it instantly transported me back to one of my memorable trips to Dubai with one of my best friends. This was during August, and if you’ve ever visited Dubai during that time of year, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about the heat!

Touching down in Cologne was hands down the highlight of my month! After a long journey, the first thing on my agenda was to get some rest—and that I did. But there was one delightful surprise that I didn’t expect a robot delivered our drinks! I mean, how cool is that? It felt like a scene out of a futuristic movie, but leave it to Europe to wow me with innovation.

Today’s topic is one that’s both mind-boggling and deeply frustrating—let’s talk about the term “ashawo,” meaning prostitute in Nigeria. Nigerian men seem to have a habit of throwing this word around like confetti, especially when they disagree with a woman’s choices or behavior. I honestly can’t count how many times I’ve been called an “ashawo,” from random men on the street to even an ex.

It’s only day 10 of October, and already, it’s been one for the books. From clashing with a Lady I used to respect so much, to frying eggs with candlesticks, the misunderstandings have been coming at me full force.

This post is one of those bittersweet moments where I’ve decided to leave an old friendship behind. I’ve known this person practically all my life, and it’s hard to even pinpoint when things started to go awry. Looking back, I realize now that sharing my wins never seemed to excite her much, but any story of a setback or loss would light her up in ways that left me unsettled. I’ve reached a point where it’s clear we’ve come to the end of the road, especially in this friendship.

If you grew up in Delta State, then you probably know about Emu Bakeries, one of the top bakeries of the time. The mere mention of their bread still brings back fond memories for many of us. But today, I’m not here to reminisce about the past—I’m here to talk about the future of bread, specifically the masterpiece crafted by one of my very own Urhobo sisters.

Today was one of those odd, unexpected days as an adult. Funny enough, I found myself feeling grateful for being sent to boarding school, as some of the skills I learned back then came to the rescue today.

Nigerian Independence Day: A Bittersweet Reflection

I’ve sat down countless times trying to think of an example of a good, healthy marriage within my family or community. And each time, I come up with nothing. Not one. It’s disheartening, but it’s the truth. Many of the South-South men I know—particularly Urhobo men—need to do better.

Love is a complex and powerful emotion that has the ability to transform lives. It's often said that before you can love someone else, you must first love yourself. But what if you find yourself in a situation where you deeply care for someone who struggles with self-love and self-esteem?

Trauma bonds can leave deep scars that aren't visible to the eye but weigh heavily on the heart and soul. Yet, within this uncharted territory lies the opportunity for profound healing, growth, and renewal.

Friendship is a complex and multifaceted aspect of human relationships, difficult to fully decode. However, there are key elements that help us understand it, such as trust, mutual respect, and shared experiences that strengthen the bond.

I have always had a very strained relationship with my mum. As a child I remember the great fear and reverence I felt towards her; fear because she was the primary disciplinarian in the household ( my mom flogged me so much), and reverence because she was so self-sacrificing (she gave me her all).

Parenting!!!! Hmm....