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Can over excitement cause sickness?

I have had to ask myself this question again recently. If not sickness, some form of ailment?

The reason I ask is because I have noticed that anytime I am overly excited, I tend to either harm myself of fall Ill before I get to partake in what is making me excited in the first place. Here are a few examples:

1. My favourite Aunty isn’t mum’s junior sister. When she was getting married, I was so excited, despite the fact I was only about 6 years old or so then. The night before her wedding, NEPA had cut the electricity, so myself and my brothers were outside in the compound playing with my neighbours and my uncle (he wasn’t really my uncle, he was sha in my family tree somewhere along the line, maybe a 4 times removed uncle or so). Next thing, I had this “great” idea and I decided I wanted to climb up the stairs and jump on my uncles back from the top of the stairs. This uncle wasn’t cooperative and walked away while I was in the air! Lol, so BAM! I fell and broke my arm! On the eve of the wedding of the century in my world. I cried of course, but that wasn’t the issue. How will I explain to my mum I was stupid enough to jump from the stairs and break arm. So we came up with a plan to lie to my mum (I don’t think she knows the truth till this day, except she stumbles onto my blog). We told her the house help was scrubbing the floor and as I was entering the house, I fell! When she got back from last minute wedding preparations, she saw the state of my arm and as a nurse she knew I had broken it.

She had to take me to st Nicholas hospital early the next morning for me to get a cast ony arm, before we went to join them at the reception of my aunts wedding. I was rocking my Iro and buba with PoP on my left arm!

2. So now, this same Aunty have birth to her first son, who is a fine gentle
man now. On the eve of his first birthday, at this time, I believe I was 8 (don’t quote me, I am not sure). Once again, I was excited. This time we were at my mum’s uncle’s house. Once again, I had an affair with the stairs and decided to jump instead of walk down the remaining levels. I ended up with a twisted ankle! This time, with home remedy, my cousins put my foot between two hard cardboard and wrapped a bandage round it as a makeshift cast. I got to the party limping, but I didn’t let that stop me from winning the dancing statue competition! Yes, I danced and I won with my one leg!

3. Now this my same Aunty, lol by this time, she is asking me what she has done to me that anytime she is celebrating, something always happens to me. She had her second baby a couple of years or so later. On the day she had her baby, yours truly was in First Consultant Hospital getting my appendix out! What a nightmare!

4. Fast forward to May 2014! My best friend was getting married. I have been all sorts of excited. I couldn’t go to Nigeria for the engagement because I had just had a baby. So I was getting ready to #turnup for the church wedding and help out as much as I could in the lead up to the wedding especially as I am on maternity leave. The week before the wedding that I had set aside for her, my darling baby fell ill! I’m talking temperature up to 40 degrees! That happened up to like 4 days before the wedding.

Just as he started feeling better, I caught the bug and became ill as well! I can’t tell you how upset with myself I was. I felt bad there wasn’t much I could to help! I was useless to myself. I just had to take care of myself so I could attend the wedding. The night before, bridesmaids were staying at a hotel close to the venue. Myself, my husband and my baby were there, but my temperature was still high! I made sure I did what I could because I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I did nothing, but it was still not as much as I planned to!

As always, she was gracious and far from a bridezilla. She sent me to bed! I still wish I was able to do more but was limited by health.

This blog is to give my lovely V3 of DVees and her lovely husband a shout out! I appreciate your friendship. You two are rare gems and I am comforted by the fact that I have prayed and believe that we will be friends to the end and I will have the opportunity to celebrate so many more landmarks with you two and your future family in Jesus name. The devil will never steal your joy! May your marriage be rich and filled with happiness and joy and children at the right time in Jesus name. May your hearts be filled with joy and love when you look at each other forever. May you remain best of friends to each other. I love you two and wish you the best of a happy marriage.

Congratulations again.


PS: I will work on managing my excitement!

PSS: pardon any typos, I typed this while walking up a hill with two heavy bags! Talk about multitasking!

PS: I’m not being rude

This is just a quick post.

I’m sorry if it seems like I don’t comment on your blogs, especially those on blogspot or private urls (e.g Atilola and myne’s blogs). I comment but it never shows! I have noticed that for some reason my phone does not save my comments on any platform other than wordpress! It only shows when I use a laptop and that is very rare these days.

I still read and enjoy your blogs. E.g. I attempted to post this comments on New Dawns blog this evening and after several attempts, it just didn’t go through.

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I won’t give up.



Managing expectations!

Goood morning or insert correct word here depending on when you read this!

How you na dey? It don tey abi? I know. Na so I busy go o my people. Okay I am done with pidgin English…. However I must insert na only you waka come somewhere in this blog. Lol just incase I am unable to….. I have already typed it!

So, my maternity leave is just flying past o and I am yet to get bored! Probably because my house has just been full, if not full, I have had loads of guests, both friends and family. I have also used my free time to visit people and attend baby groups. It has been fun. We even went to visit girly accountant and her wee one. Although she doesn’t blog anymore and she has become one of my besties. It was great seeing them.

So which expectations am I talking about?

I have spent the bulk of my leave (other than taking care of baby) cooking, baking and hosting friends and family. It has been fun and is easier to do when I have someone at home watching over him so I can cook and bake away. However, it is a different story when it is just the two of us at home, especially now the grandmas have left. I have his thirty minutes nap times to do a million things which don’t amount to much. I can’t cook and bake the lovely things I want in such a short space of time.

I just accepted that fact and carried on with my mediocre easy and quick cooking for me and hubby and life was okay (e.g rice and stew). However, my guests are now used to a certain standard of food and snacks or pudding. Before they arrive at mine, they already have an expectation of what they expect to eat. I haven’t really helped my case because I get so excited when I cook, I put a picture on Instagram. It’s so bad now that my friends that haven’t visited yet are already telling me what they want to eat when they visit. I find it funny lol.

When my friend and her husband visited recently, for reasons stated above, I didn’t have time to make a three course meal so I made a two course meal that was relatively easy, roast! I roasted some potatoes, a lamb shoulder and some vegetables. I also made rhubarb crumble for dessert which they could either have with ice-cream or custard. Yum yum yum!

Three days ago, my brother was bringing his kids to spend half term with us. He called to let us know he was on his way and that he would have dinner at ours. I was so grateful for the heads up because, I was still in my mediocre cooking mode and if he hadn’t called, there would have been just rice and stew to eat lol. I asked what he wanted to eat and he said anything, that I always come up with something nice anyway. Lol I knew rice, eBa, Amala, pounded yam or anything nigerian was out of the question. So I had to come up with something easy to make that won’t take too much time. I decided on a cross between a spicy Thai chicken stir fry (I used turkey instead of chicken) and egg noodles and then mixed them up to make stir fry noodles. I tasted it to find it was yummy but too spicy! However, my cousin who was also spending the night absolutely loved it and said the the spice made it morish. My brother absolutely loved it and said the same thing. Hubby who isn’t a fan of veggies asked for some noodles and Asaro (don’t ask!) just incase he didn’t like the noodles he can eat his porridge. Between going to the kitchen to serve my own dinner and coming back to the sitting room, he had eaten all of his noodles, veggies included, and was waiting to eat his Asaro. That was a big pass mark for me. So everyone was happy.

Fast forward to yesterday. One of my aunties called to say my mum sent some garri to us (I’m an ijebu girl to the t! I love my garri) and asked if she could drop it over within the next 20 minutes. I said that was okay. She arrived with my uncle and their cute little son. As we were all catching up etc, my uncle goes, do you have any meat pie or cake or any of those things you make? Unfortunately I didn’t! We had just finished the lemon drizzle cake I baked the night before and meat pie these days is a real long thing! I can only bake that if someone is sitting with baby and keeping him entertained. I promised to bring some to them when we visit them next.

Finally, we went to visit my husband’s cousin. When she came to ours last, I had baked a pineapple upside down cake that she absolutely enjoyed. Meanwhile, we were wondering what to take on our visit for her family when we settled for two boxes of biscuits and a carton of drinks (naija style). If I had remembered she loved the cake, I would have just baked one for her and taken it along. During our conversation, she mentioned the cake again and how much she enjoyed it and when next she comes, I should pls bake it again. I was flattered and promised to.

So, with these examples, and a few others I haven’t mentioned, I think it is safe to say people expect yummy food and baked goods when they visit me! The only thing I will say though is if you are visiting, make sure you give me at least a days notice so I can plan accordingly! Otherwise you might just end up eating toast and butter!

Hugs and kisses from my cooker and oven



Profound words

When mstizzle sent me these words on whatsapp the other day, it really struck a cord. It’s one of the few things that I have actually gone back to read and read again because I found them so profound.

Have you ever wondered when your time will come? Or why things all seem great for your friends but not you? See how you feel after you read this. I tried to get a link for the blog or to the website of the person that wrote this but I understand it was found on Facebook. Here it is:

“Over time I’ve discovered there is no absolute finish line for everyone in the race of life. Our tracks are different and our durations are different.

The only thing we have in common is the same empire. For instance, one person graduates at age 20 and struggles for another 5 years to get a job, another might graduate at age 25 and get a job immediately.

One can marry a virgin and wait for the next decade to have the blessing of children, another lady probably after having series of abortions in her past, becomes a mother almost immediately after marriage.

A fellow becomes MD at 38 and dies at 56, another becomes MD at 55 and lives up ton 90. What a life? Life is full of twists, turns-ups and downs and many more surprises and disappointments.

Life offers each and everyone of us different opportunities and once an opportunity is lost, it’s gone forever except by the grace of God. It is up to each one of us to patiently prepare, wait, recognize and utilize every opportunity. We learn on the way.
No one has it all or knows it all. There is a reason we don’t all fall at the same time, it’s so that when one is down, weak and discouraged, the other who is strong can encourage and lift the other person.

God never promises that the road will be easy, but he promised never to leave or forsake us. Although life is complicated, let us learn to go easy on ourselves and trust that God is working it all out for our good (even if it doesn’t make sense now). Whatever trials, challenges or down times we face, all shall pass and in due course, we will be up and strong again to lift up those who may be down around us.

NEVER LOSE HOPE…We all have a story to tell someday..”

Have a great week.

PS: motherhood is a different kettle of fish all together! Let’s just say I appreciate my mum on a whole different level now! My priorities have completely changed, even the little things I hoped to hang on to! That’s a whole blog by itself for when I find a quick 10 minutes! *yawn* thank God for strength and grace.



Best surprise ever!!!

One day, I woke up and carried out our usual routine. However, I decided we won’t go out because we had a busy weekend and I wanted the little man to rest and go back to his routine. So, mstizzle sends me a message on whatsapp asking about jollof rice or something and whether I put crayfish in my Jrice. Seeing as the day before we were chatting about food and how I was contemplating making mosa, I didn’t see it as odd. Then she asked what our plans were and I told her we were staying home.

Fast forward a few hours later and I hear the door bell ring. I’m wondering who it is, I look through the window and it is mstizzle! I was pleasantly surprised!!!!! It was great to see my girl, she came to see her baby!

God bless you girl! You are amazing! May he uphold and uplift you in Jesus name and may you find favour in his eyes and the eyes of men! I love you boo!

Love from Angel and her Cherub


There is something in the water

Drink at your own expense!

Lol – what is angel talking about now o?

So, I know of 5 bloggers, myself included, that had a baby boy between November and March! Not only was 2013 the year to conceive boys, in my own mind, five bloggers were in the stats.

Hmmm, I think 2014 is for girls. Two of my friends have pink bundles, hence my speculation but they are not bloggers. I have a good feeling about this year my blog friends. I pray this time next year, we will be testifying about more blogger bundles.

Congratulations to the new mums and mums to be. Ire na a kari for every woman out there by God’s grace! Amen



How Stella got her groove back

lol this movie is a good movie for the time it was made! However what cracks me up is Taye Diggs! Lol with his Jamaican accent and the ridiculous funky necklaces he seemed to wear! Lol lol lol! Need I say more?

Angela Bassett was a hot woman though and still is. I mean, her figure doesn’t seem to have changed one bit!

On that note, I’m off to the gym, this belly isn’t going to flatten itself!

Growing up in Nigeria – health and safety edition pt1

I have been thinking about the health and safety in Nigeria for sometime since I moved to the UK over 10 years ago, more so now that I am a mum.

I will caveat by saying that things might have changed and this blog is based solely on my own experiences growing up as a child.

After school

I remember when I was in primary school, once school was over, you packed your bags and headed for either the front or back gate of the school where you would wait to be picked up. So many times, in fact 7/10, the driver was never there to take us home. Myself and my little brothers would then roam around the school with our friends waiting to be picked up. How we knew when to go back to the gate I have no idea. All I know is eventually we see the driver or he finds us and then we go home.

The thing is, my primary school was in a university campus and all we were equipped with as children was don’t talk to strangers and if you pick money from the flood or collect things from strangers you will turn to yam. I remember clearly that there was a lot of gbomo gbomo (kidnapping) activity at that time. So how were we just allowed to roam freely on the streets/school?? I mean we could go anywhere within that campus and if wasn’t just only me and my brothers that had this experience, I mean, we had friends to play with. In fact when your real friends have gone home, you are forced to make new ones. Maybe that is why today I make friends relatively quickly.

In this country, you pick up your kids from their class rooms. I understand that from nurseries, if you don’t pick them up within an hour of end of school, they are obliged to call child protection services as they can no longer keep your child warm or feed your child legally or something like that. I have been thinking about this loads especially for when I go back to work and how I have to plan myself. I am not sure if the same applies to primary schools. I know some schools run after-school clubs and feed them there for parents who pay for it. Gives them a bit more time to pick up their children. But the teacher doesn’t go home till all the kids have been picked up.

I’m not blaming anyone for the way things were done in my time. I can only imagine things like unpredictable traffic and the fact people go to schools that are over half an hour drive away from home. Here they do not encourage that at all. In fact, some schools will award places to kids based on how close to the school they live, after considering their intelligence. This is also known as a catchment area. So for someone who lives an hour away to get a place, people living near the school must be real olodos or they chose not to apply to the school.

Driving safely

I’m not talking about driving on the streets, we all know there is nothing safe about that. How about driving with kids in the car? In my childhood, not only did we not have car seats, wearing your seatbelt was optional, basically, no adult made you wear it. In fact, some cars didn’t even have working seat-belts amongst other things!

Buying a car seat for my cherub got me thinking if I ever used a car seat as a child. Nor did my siblings or anyone I knew. If you had a new born baby someone carried the baby on their lap for the duration of the journey. I remember wondering what the big deal about seat-belts and car seats was when I moved here. Even till today, I only remember to use a seatbelt when I sit in front. At the back I totally forget, except I’m travelling with my English colleagues who prompt me.

So many more things I experienced growing up as the norm, that I wouldn’t dare do now. Thank God for protection.

….to be continued



Nigerian/African chef based in the UK

Can any one recommend a Nigerian or African chef based in the UK to me please?

The people I would love to use may be not available so I might need an alternative. I have carried out a lot of searches on the internet and not with much luck. However, someone asked a similar question on yahoo answers and a silly person’s response was this:

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What do you say to a person like that? I just had to laugh.

So if you know of anyone I could use please let me know.



There is something about ‘panla’!

For those who don’t know, panla
is also known as stock fish.

So why am I blogging about panla? I am because I have rediscovered it!

I remember as a child, we used to spend a good proportion of our summer holidays in Ikeja in my aunt’s house (before we discovered London). We enjoyed spending time there for so many reasons including the fact that my aunt unlike our mum, would let us eat our favourite bread, agege bread. My mum did not like us eating it so she never bought it at home. The same with granulated sugar. As someone with a very sweet tooth, I soon realised that I was better off with a bag of ten naira sugar with my garri that two or three cubes of St. Louis sugar.

I personally also liked going to Ikeja because of my hidden treasures if I may call them that. One was agbodo it’s also known as smoked fish. I used to volunteer to help remove the skin and bones of this fish so I could help my mouth to a handful of the actual dried and smoked fish. So yummy!

My second treasure and the reason for this blog was panla. For some reason, my aunt used to keep them panla wrapped up in a newspaper in the room I slept in. Of course, the smell beckoned to me one day, I sneaked to the wrapped up panla, pulled out a tuff of the dried stock fish and put it into my mouth. It tasted yum but as you would expect, it was chewy because it hadn’t been soaked in water but I still enjoyed it and I never looked back. I must have been hungry the first day I tried this or just wanted it so much. That is how it became a habit, my secret stash of food. How my aunt never noticed I don’t know.

So fast forward to over 10 years later, I’m in London and being spoilt by both my mum and mother inlaw with all sorts of tribal dishes and my mother inlaw makes this soup with two of my favourite ingredients. She made this bitter leaf soup with blended iru (locust beans I think it is called) and a lot of panla. Oh boy, that soup makes me eat eBa and pounded yam until it finishes! It is so delicious. The panla, the way it tastes and the aroma it adds to the dish, including the iru, mehnnnn!

If you weren’t sure before, I’m sure now you will agree I am a foodie! I love my food, all cuisines alike. However nothing beats a good pot of efo riro (vegetable soup) with panla and iru of courseand pounded yam.

Okay, that is all. I’m getting hungrier writing this blog.



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