The truth is, sometimes in spite of your best intentions, of your efforts, you will fail. Sometimes it’ll happen quietly. No one will see, no one will hear. It’ll be you and only you who know the depths of the letdown. Sometimes, you’ll do it spectacularly and the world will see and decide whether to...
Three (3) months ago, I got a call from Donald, the organiser of TEDxPortHarcourt. He invited me to speak at the upcoming TEDx event. Halfway between moving away from Port Harcourt and calling Lagos home, I accepted. Terrified. Excited. Not even sure of how my ‘story’ would go with the ‘Where We Are’ theme, but...
Jollof, definitions Noun. Verb. 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) to cook in a red, tomato-based sauce: ‘Jollof beans’ – a one pot dish of beans cooked in a rich tomato sauce. West African-speak. denoting...
Note this post is full of photos…of me! Total overload but….hey, that’s the result of a recent photo shoot! For a while now I’ve been ‘stuck’. In the past. In my head. In the past.
Or Whisk Away. I love whisks. Of every kind. I have a collection too. I love to collect. Ideas, thoughts, beautiful things. Functional things too. Things with form and beauty. I bookmark a thousand things a day. Write a thousand collections in my notebook. Make a million plans. I’m happy. My current collections are varied....
Yes, we celebrate ‘Turkey Day’ as D put it. But not with Turkey. With Chicken. Tomorrow we’ll sit together and we’ll feast. We are thankful for life. We have reason to be thankful. Reason to be thankful for so many things. Like Failure. Like learning ‘How not to do it’. Embracing the foolhardiness of choices….and...
Its past noon and the skies are pounding Pounding hard with rain Yet it was just this morning that I Welcomed the Harmattan Crisp, dry, foggy too The promise of warmth…. …..only underneath thick blankets and cardigans Best had with books and tea Our Nigerian winter But it never rains Never rains in Harmattan season...
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Dear friends – thank you for taking the time to respond to my survey on a Nigerian food & drink magazine. I promised to share some results of the 10-minute survey I conducted in early October on a Nigerian/African food & drink magazine. In Brief: 73 people from all over...
Something Old fragrant trails & paths of old paved by silk, saffron and peppercorns Something New The alchemy of touch and taste, to produce memories, nostalgia (salt on cheeks), feeling, moment, heart Something Borrowed From spice racks, the world’s own, seeds, nuts and berries are drawn. Old familiars: nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla. And new ones too:...