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Is instagram the new blog platform?

Micro blog and just wondering….

I was scrolling through my Instagram and realised it could be the reason I don’t blog as much anymore. Instead of writing long blogs about what I want to say, I can just put up a picture and summarise it.

Also, I’m beginning to find people advertising on their instagram as well, not their products but other non related products on behalf of other Instagram users, which kind of reminds me of some of the main stream blogs.

So have any of you my fellow bloggers taken to Instagram as the lazy way out of blogging?


Picking up new habits

Has anyone found that they are picking up new habits as they grow older?

I picked up cooking and baking while I was at university and absolutely loved it hence why I still do it. Then I fell in love again with knitting about 2 years ago and I’m still updating my skills. I find myself wishing I had more down time to knit more and churn out a lot more of my knitted goods but mama duties call first!

Now I feel like I’m about to fall in love with two new skills, sewing (which I have no idea how to do) and classic poetry!

Sewing I want to pick up because in tired of London tailors asking for 40-60 pounds to sew one outfit. If they sew the style I requested for correctly then maybe I would not be as bitter. They often get it wrong! I might as well learn to sew and do my thing myself.

Poetry on the other hand I have always had an interest in. My interest was more in the writing than reading. I stopped enjoying reading poetry in high school when we got tested on it in English. I just didn’t get it and lost interest in it. I focused more on writing, mostly love poems. Now that I’m older and wiser, I’m beginning to very slowly venture into reading and appreciating poems again. Don’t ask me who my favourite poet is as I have none yet. I hope this new appreciation lasts!

Where I will find the time to do this all I don’t know but I’m looking forward to attempting!

Anyway, hope you are all having a lovely week and to my Londoners, how you are enjoying the last of the summer sunshine!



The taxi chronicles

I know I have been quiet for a while. I have been so busy. In fact, when mstizzle visited me yesterday, she understood how busy I was.

There are so many things I have in mind to blog about, but the incompetence of taxi company operators takes the lead this time around.

pls pardon my phrasing and grammar, I’m still upset and wanted to publish this before the young man needs me.

Let’s start with when we were away in Hereford. I was looking to book about 5 return journeys to the airport with a taxi company. The first taxi company told me to email all the details to them they will reply immediately. Two days later, they had not replied so I called them and the lady told me her boss would reply before the end of the day. It was not until the day before the first airport run that he finally replied in the evening saying I had to pay the taxi fares before hand (over a thousand pounds). The truth is I was open to doing this if he had communicated promptly but also skeptical because if it was taking him this long to respond to my emails, how am I so sure he won’t run away with my money, especially as I had never used the company before. I just told them not to bother.

Move on to the next Hereford taxi company, blue line, that is the name of the taxi company. The lady I spoke to was polite. I gave her all the details she confirmed them with me. Which why i do not understand why they made a silly mistake. She sent a driver to pick someone up from the airport a day before I asked her to! How incompetent is that? Fair enough it was a mistake but then another of her colleagues was on the phone to me giving me attitude saying I had to pay for the trip to the airport! My blood was hot and is still hot but God will deal with her for me.

As if that was not enough, the other job we booked them on to pick someone up, they kept calling us saying the person was not yet out. I then said to the woman that it is not unusual for people to come out of the airport late and it depends on customs/immigration etc. She was so rude to me! She kept on going on about how it was not unreasonable for her to ask me how long the lady the driver was picking up would be. I told her I had no way of knowing because there is no hard and fast rule that immigration officers would spend a set number of time per passenger, it takes as long as it takes. Sha sha in her rudeness I cancelled the rest of my booking with her company and used a taxi company based in London instead because all these Hereford taxi companies were giving me a headache. That was the end of Hereford taxi palava.

Now, closer to home, this evening sef. There is a particular taxi company I always use. In the last few weeks we have had a very full house so calling taxi is like drinking water. Today, I called at taxi at 3pm for a 7pm pick up to go to the airport for one of our guests, emphasising I needed a taxi for one person and 3 suitcases. At 7pm, the taxi arrived. The man parked at the opposite side of the road reluctant to come out. I had to shout across, please I need help. He eventually came out, looked across the road and shouted, the suitcases won’t fit in his car. I told him I asked for a taxi for three suitcases and one person. I could already tell he didn’t want to do the job and had somewhere else to be. He eventually left the luggage on the floor, entered into his car to call his office. I too called his office as well and what would the woman tell me, she said she couldn’t understand my mumbling voice! I said, I have called your office several times over the last few weeks to book taxis and my mumbling voice was okay then, now I have an issue you do not understand my mumbling voice. She said she doesn’t see what the problem is, I asked for a taxi at 7 and it is there. I said yes it is but he says he can’t carry all the suitcases and I asked for a taxi for three suitcases. She then asked if there were three big suitcases! I’m like you should have asked that before sending the taxi and I specified three suitcases not two suitcases and a hand luggage. She resorted back to she couldn’t understand me again, and she can send another taxi. I told her not to bother.

I called another taxi company. This one said the taxi will be with me in 15 minutes. 20 minutes later there was no taxi. I called the company again, they said they did not have the booking on their system. At this point my head was hot, the lady is waiting to go to the airport and it was 20 minutes after the time we originally wanted the taxi. I explained to him that I spoke to a lady, she told me the taxi will be with me in 15 minutes and it would cost 70 pounds, which was even more expensive than the first taxi but at this point i didn’t mind. He said she didn’t get all my details so they couldn’t send my taxi. Arggghhhh! I just handed it over to my husband to deal with it!

Who does that?! Usually taxi companies have caller id. So they could have called me back to ask me for whatever detail they claimed not to have had. So I was sitting there for 20 minutes waiting for them to come. After my husband spoke with him, another taxi eventually arrived 15 minutes later!

Phew! I still have a head ache. It is making me wonder whether I am the one with the issue or if incompetence is the new cool! These companies clearly make their money because their job is a necessity, I mean people need them, as oppose to them being good at what they do.

Okay, that’s me for now. I should be back soon.


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!

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