REVIEW: BIG LITTLE LIES

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Some will call me lazy for sitting down watching for hours and hours but this shit is serious work. Finding a good series with a serious, thought provoking story line and then a light hearted, easy going series to balance it off is no joke and I do just that every time, I’m a genius. The 78th Golden globe awards was held on the 7th of January 2018, the ladies all wore black in a bid at gaining awareness to abuse of women, the initiative Time’s up is a declaration to all men and women that we will no longer be silenced, we will speak our truth and we will get Justice. So it was all the more beautiful when Nicole Kidman won the award for best actress in a TV series where she portrayed the journey of a woman to liberation, you bet your last naira I was all over this award winning series.

So it was found, Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the review of BIG LITTLE LIES. Continue reading

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IM; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (7)

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IM; Independent Me

I bake. My cakes are soft, moist, fluffy and delicious; It’s like having heaven in your mouth. Trust me, they are that good. 

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With my baking skills and a new city in my view, I decided to take the independency my last born status does not offer me into my hands and so, Sophia and co bakeries was birthed Continue reading

CN; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (6)

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CN: Club Night

You know that one friend of your mother’s that’s so close she becomes ‘aunty’, yea? That’s the aunty I’m staying with in Abuja. I’m calling her mum now and she’s cool.  Her uncle’s daughter, Vera (not actual name but close), who stays with her as well, has been christened by me-‘my sister’, although I sometimes think I should be calling her ‘aunty’ too.

A couple of months ago, Vera was inducted into the medical profession and a visit to the club to celebrate, was in order. Continue reading

CB; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (5)

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CB; Cabbage Bae

There’s something about thin slices of meat coated with spiced pepper and roasted over an open fire. We call it suya, it is garnished with vegetables; shredded cabbage, onions, tomatoes, but you are warned to eat those at your own risk and I did. The story I am about to tell you is the one and only reason why you shouldn’t.

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GW (D2): THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (4)

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GW (D2): Girl’s Weekend (Day 2)

I must tell you day 1 was fun and the taxify driver that got us lost and raised his voice at us couldn’t put a damper on it even if he tried and he did try. Most people call me quiet and calm and gentle and I am, but when I am disrespected and only when I have too, I put those away and take care of business and I did with this guy. It was dark so he may have not noticed nor will he remember my face but trust me, he will remember my voice.

That was it, if even taxify could get you lost then there was in fact no need, I could get lost all on my own with my public transport, thank you very much! I knew where my friend stayed so this commute will be easy breezy. I would go there, change (I couldn’t wear the skirt of my Bella two piece from @liv.mauel1 while hauling bikes and kekes down) and we would hit the bowling alley at Trokadero ( I had read a great review on it), go to the cinema, if time permits have a late dinner at any of the fast food restaurants around and then back home. Continue reading

GW; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (3)

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GW: Girl’s Weekend

My weekends in Abuja have been as quiet as ever; HSE classes or home: washing, sleeping, and drugging myself with tons upon tons of mindless TV series and movies. Don’t get me wrong, that’s my kind of weekend. I mean, since when has quiet been bad? Last weekend was different though. My best friend of 9 years hit me up with a ‘where are you?’ text, and I knew it was about to go down and boy, did it! We had talked about her coming to Abuja for some time but this was unexpected. I was, however, ready to spoil her senseless. That would entail a stop at the ATM before I get lost trying to find her. Yes, I know I keep getting lost. Use taxify already Sophia but no, I am determined to have the perfect Abuja tourist/corper experience and I must say half of those are during commute in public transportation to my destination, and getting lost in them. Continue reading

MDT ; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (2)

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MDT: Moving Death Trap

If you are sitting at the front seat of a keke you have to be alert. Even more so than the driver. Plant your feet on the base of that thing and spread your legs apart, but if your legs cannot reach the floor of the tricycle (don’t worry, we are all growing) place your tippy toe on the base with your feet apart too. This is for balance.

Honey, when the driver tells you ‘hold that rod’, you cling to it like it’s your last link to this world because it very well may be. Continue reading

TGIwF; THE LIFE OF AN ABUJA CORPER (1)

THANK GOD IT was FRIDAY (TGIwF)

I had just finished a class by 4:00pm instead of 4:30pm, and I was feeling myself. The kids understood, there were laughs, had a heart to heart talk at the end; it was all so good, my boss gave me 1000 naira for my efforts! ( he had listened in on the class). Then there was him…ughh…one creepy guy that asked to give me a ride on my way home. Needless to say, I declined. I don’t take free rides. Stick around and I’ll tell you why. Anyways, nothing could go wrong. Continue reading

RECLAIMING HER TIME

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I couldn’t remember the last time I went to grandma’s house, No 5 Nwaniba road had become sort of a taboo after it happened. Faint memories still linger though, my cousins and I dancing awilolokoba at the backyard with our hands on her big calabash and our buttocks out, twerking is what they call it these days, we were ahead of our time. I remember her cats rubbing against my leg while we ate at the dining table, she’d tell us ‘don’t give them fish, that’s all they want’ in her raspy voice and thick AkwaIbom accent, cases of theft had been pinned on them and we went scout free. But that’s all I remember and as we watched her dwindle away, I wondered if that’s all she remembered too.

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