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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.



Living on Wisteria Lane

How are you all doing?

My fellow desperate housewives fans will understand what I mean by Wisteria Lane.

I remember watching the first few episodes of desperate housewives and admiring the lifestyle and the idea of


neighbours. I loved the fact that Bree baked for new neighbours and carried the baked goods over in those mini baskets. I loved that they hung out once a week to play poker and that they were



By the end of the show, Wisteria Lane was the last place o wanted to be. For the context of this blog, I’m referring to it more in relation to the ameborism than the murders or anything else.

So as I said in one of my last blogs, we moved back to London, well, borderline London. I remember the first time I visited he country, my mum would say things like they are not as friendly as we Nigerians that could go to our next door neighbour to borrow some salt when we run out. are things still like that in naija? I soon understood what she meant when I started schooling here and then living by myself. In particular, where we lived before, in the


, where you would expect people to be friendlier, especially as we lived on a compound of about 9 houses. Only our next door neighbour was friendly. He even brought us cherries once from his garden in the summer. Then again, he wasn’t British, he was Romanian and his wife, Russian. The others in the compound were British so it was just the obligatory smile or nods or hello when they see you.

Fast forward to moving back to the


, I thought it would be worse. The first week we moved in, we had builders in repairing everything, from painting to the bathrooms to stripping things down. So I hear this knock and I’m wondering why the builders were knocking so I went to the door and alas, it was a neighbour. She stopped by to say hello and welcome us. She explained she has been living next door for over twenty years, she told me her name, her husbands and kids as well. Welcomed us to come over anytime. Asked what we did for a living, commented on how much with we were doing in the house and gave is a brief description and names of our opposite neighbours. I said thank you and bye when she left.

We got a Christmas card from her family and one from one of the two houses opposite us. We were yet to meet them. They also welcomed us and told us their names and invited us over when we were settled. Of course I gave them cards as well. I thought they were friendly. When the baby arrived shortly after, next door sent us a card, opposite sent us a card as well and a bunch of flowers. I’m thinking oh lovely people. Only wished their kids were young as well so they could play with mine in the future. Their kids are either in university or just graduated.

So the friendliness is lovely.

You know, every street or compound has a chief amebor. When we loved in that compound in the village we had one. When I lived in a compound in Gbagada, eons ago, Alhaji was our amebor. The man lived in the top flat opposite our compound so he could see everything that happened. He would stand on his balcony overseeing us and act like he can’t see what you are doing. I bet you top dollar that when your parents come back from work, he would give them an itinerary of who did what and when. So parents loved him and kids hated him.

So, every neighbourhood has it’s appointed amebor. I have decided the First Lady to welcome us is this street’s amebor. I mean, anytime she sees me on the street, I just want to say hello and go inside but she already has a long list of questions she wants to ask me based on who she has seen in our garden or entering our house. She is lovely though. She always offered to do my grocery shopping for me when we just had the baby. But I always sweetly declined. Before my gist flies. Lol okay jokes aside I didn’t need help.

So, who knows, I might have more wisteria lane gist for you guys the longer we live here. I’m still waiting for my basket of cookies or cakes or something baked sha. I don’t just want gist I want baked goods!

Have a lovely week at work people! I’m enjoying my time off with this cherub!



The Seat filler – movie

So I happen to have some extra time on my hand these days and what better way to utilise it than stalk Netflix!

I have been ploughing Netflix for movies or series to watch. I have finished orange is the new black and house of cards now waiting for the next season. Watched all the arrested development seasons as well.

Naturally, I prefer black movies to other movies, don’t ask me why. Maybe because of the number of eye candies that are in the movie as opposed to standard movies. So I am generally biased. When I saw this move on netflix called The Seat Filler, featuring Kelly Rowland and the dude from ‘All of Us’, Duane Martin, I thought okay let me watch this. Boy was I disappointed. The lines and acting were so weak! I couldn’t believe it. I then realised why I didn’t hear much about the movie when it was released back in 2005. Clearly his ore criminal minds days!

Out of respect for my girl Kelly Rowland, I will finish watching the movie. But Duane should stick to sitcoms and Kelly to singing. Even Mel B should stick to singing as well. My greatest disappointment was my man, Shemar Moore, acting a silly self absorbed part in this movie! Like seriously! Sigh.

I will finish watching it and erase it from my memory.

On that note, are there any good movies in Netflix UK? They tend to be old movies or crap. The series are okay though. Have you had a better experience?

Which kain wind be this?

Na wa o!

So the UK is having he wettest January ever. So many places flooded as a result of non stop rain. Especially people who live by the sea side or river. Although I miss living across the road from river Thames, boy, am I glad we have moved! To add to the rain, the speed of the wind is next to none, stormaggedon as one news channel called it.

I mean, I can hear the wind outside right now and I’m scared to look out of the window for fear that my car will not be on my drive and the wind would have displaced it! I’m so happy I am on my bed and under my duvet right now! Having said that, the sound I’m hearing outside has made me say a few prayers that nothing to fly through our window or there shall be no destruction to our house etc.

The leader of a political party, UKIP, even went as far as saying the reason for the non stop rain is because the UK voted in favour of gay marriage. God is angry and has sent down the rain as a result. Take from that what you would.

Thankfully I have been indoors mostly and have no reason to go out to brave the rain and wind. I’m hoping by the time I do, it would have stopped!

Just breaking my silence with a shout out to the rain and wind. It dun do o! You don’t have to stop completely but Abeg give us a breather. Thank you in advance.




A thankful heart!

It’s 2014 you all!

I can’t stop smiling. God has been marvellous.
I look back at my journey last year, the moments I felt I couldn’t do this anymore, the times I uttered I’m tired, the tears that fell from my eyes… My cries to God. He never left me nor forsook me, he was my rock.

There were changes, there were moments of silence, there was pain, there were challenges… But He was true to His word.

When I look back at 2013 all I can see is God, all over that year!

So this post is dedicated to my creator.

With a thankful heart, I worship you today Lord
I acknowledge your greatness, your faithfulness,
Your mercy and grace..
Who am I that you are mindful of me?
You have constantly shown yourself to me
You gave constantly proved yourself to me

If I could type in tongues, I would… But my mind and head and heart are bubbling with so many words of praise and thanks that I can’t even put them down coherently.

I will summarise and say I am grateful lord, extremely grateful.

I love you!

I place my 2014 into your hands, I cast everything unto you lord, my future and my family’s, safely into your able hands!

Thank you again!

Happy new year all!

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