Check out my 5 favourite Nigerian Christmas songs. This Yoruba version of ‘Jingle Bells’ by Florocka is my absolute most favourite!
Remember all those choreographies we did when we were young; where you have to wear white gloves, white socks, white shirt and black skirt/trousers?
I swear, I thought about eloping. I just wanted to travel somewhere with blue ocean, palm trees, and sit on a bamboo rocking chair in my bikini and sunglasses, sipping lemonade while I listen to Wizkid’s Soundman album
It is a giving. Some employees get groundnut oil and rice from their employers, while some get either rice or groundnut oil.
Like can they just stick with one hustle already? Which one is mixing British English up with American accent?
Now that I’ve been scammed into adulthood where there is no more Santa and his gifts unless I take my wallet and debit card to the market, by myself, to get me my wishes.
I write this with the most carefully selected words when I say, that was the longest, most-boring church service I’ve ever attended in my life.
One of the soldiers told me to sit down ‘cause they were not going to let me cross the border. He informed me I would be returning to Nigeria with them after their shift in the morning. Hehehe… it wasn’t funny
That Christmas taught me never to look down or get too used to Christmas jollof rice, ever again.
Christmas preparations as a teenager had me plucking feathers off dead chickens soaked in big bowls of hot water. Gosh! How I hated that smell.
Christmas was also the only time I ever got new clothes. See, as I was the youngest child in the family, most of my clothes were hand-me-downs.
She traced his broad chest down to his waist, struggling to get her hand on his penis but his zipper wouldn’t budge.