I wrote this post in 2020, fresh to Canada. I knew I’d forget what the early days felt like so I kept a journal – about thoughts, feelings and importantly, eats! January 2020 Our first shopping trip is dominated by pasta and tomatoes, bread and butter and pasta. Three kinds – linguine, farfalle, fusilli. And...
Jollof Wars. A compound phrase made up of two words: Jollof of a red, spiced rice dish loved in every city and town ‘South of the Sahara’ and along the coast of West Africa. Synonyms: Djolof, Benachim (Gambia); Thiéboudienne (Senegal) Wars a state of competition or hostility between different people or groups. “she was at war with her parents” Characteristics The...
It is the season of pepperfruit. It is. I find them on trays all around Warri – my birth city, where I spend Easter. I’m a fan only of the red ones – sweet tooth and all. But back in Lagos, I spot the green ones and buy some to compare. What I find is...
Dear Family & Friends, I’d like to wish you the very best of 2017. Thank you for making 2016 the awesome year it was. I can’t even begin to list all the amazingness that was, the things I learnt and how much I look forward to the year ahead. I have a few goals this...
From me & mine to you & yours. I hope you have an amazing, safe, joyous season. God bless you all.
This Saturday, 19th December 2015 my first ever photo exhibition opens at Freedom Park, Lagos. I am beyond excited. This collection are my notes of a city that I’ve began to call home. These postcards…are my memories, my hopes, my inspiration for living la vida Lagos. Please come. See catalogue x
One of the things I love the most about scent leaves is the fragrance and aroma when bruised – fresh, clean and citrusy. I’m from Edo state where Egusi is king. I’ve heard that there’s a soup, black soup is its name but I’ve never had it babe. One week day I came home from...
Its been two weeks or three even since I spotted pepperfruit, ‘shaded’ in small piles of green and red, set on the corner of a busy street on the Marina. The Lagos Marina. I’m heading to a buka lunch with my besto, D who is visiting from Port Harcourt. I spot this ‘mama’, seated on...