YELLOW BUS – A HOUSE OF DRAMA

Being smart as a whip includes knowing when not to crack it. – Vera Nazarian   The customary yellow Lagos bus is my daily commute and it is a house full of drama, from the conductor whose breath is heavily plagued with halitosis, to a very impatient driver and of course the passengers with their…

Life is a mix tape – Love and Loss, One Song at a Time

The heart was made to be broken – Oscar Wilde Years back I would have argued with Oscar Wilde and said this was a lie. I would most likely have said “the heart isn’t built to be broken, the heart is built to love and to feel love” However, the rollercoaster my love life has…

MY INTERNSHIP AS A HOUSEWIFE

Being a housewife is a lot of work. This is one fact I didn’t realise until my internship, I had always thought it was lying down on a beach in the Bahamas. I started my internship long before I realised. I began in 2015, immediately my sister put to bed. To familiarise herself with her…

#Daddysgirl: A Letter To My First Love

Out of all my memory of you as a child, one stands out. I had been searching for you around the house then I found you seated the veranda. You looked lost in thought but you cleared your thought process when you saw me.

Brassiere || A Bane to my existence

It’s a long and hectic day and here I’m seated in a yellow and black Lagos bus heading to the Mainland; Oshodi park. I’m tired to say the least, five minutes after settling down, I began to feel what started as a little discomfort around my bosom. It did not take me time to realize the…

London Fashion Week||Love in the Capital

Clicks of heels against the floor board, constant sharing of air kisses, a chilly wind and a pale sunshine – you guessed right! Winter is here and with it was the London fashion week. I bet the air in the capital felt crispy and smelt rich and expensive. A season with a twist – Love…

20 something and still no Valentine || Cupid Failed me

It’s Valentine day’s eve and everywhere I turn seems to be themed with love and romance. This isn’t a “love don’t live here” article. Let’s take a detour and rewind my life activities to the last 24hours. I sat across the interviewer while she went through my CV asking the regular interview questions and of…