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...
This is the view from our hotel. And no, we’re not having fun. We evacuated our house last night, for fear of smoke inhalation. At about 8.20pm, we were getting ready for bed and winding down generally. We’d all smelled smoke but couldn’t trace it till we went to one of the bedrooms and saw...