Saturday 30 November 2019

Adeola Fayehun - Interview with Natasha Akpoti:

My favourite girls - with beauty and brains

Strangely, she trips up on the Sowore issue
Not sure why she joined APC initially - or even SDP , but no-one is perfect:)
I like her passion.

Sunday 24 November 2019

Yemi Alade ft. Duncan Mighty - Shake

A few Pics

Rainy day at Lake Kivu

For anyone who loves potatoes as I do.. a sea of potatoes is a lovely sight.. :)

Enjoying my outfits :)

Weekend WOW Factor: KGM - Kogi State Shenanigans and UK Elections

My trip to the Kigali Genocide Museum/Memorial is something I'll never forget. I had an amazing guide talk me through each stage from beginning to end, and mid way the reality struck, and I really felt emotional. Learning as I did, of the task ahead to heal the pain, and unite the people , to the point that Rwanda has become the shining light of Africa, was a lesson in what can be achieved when people truly work together, and have a leader with a vision.
The people are very special.

It's a reminder of the saying, BE the change you wish to see.
The rain never falls on one mans house, and the sun, shines for all.


Meanwhile.. in Nigeria, the Kogi State Elections was pretty dire

Listen to how my fav girl was treated....
Don't fret beautiful Natasha, keep doing your best

Question tho... what kind of man pushes a female governorship candidate to the floor.....?
( any woman for that matter..)
So, they re-elected a man who doesn't pay salaries?...

We have elections coming up next month.. I simply can't imagine violence , or ballot box snatching.

Sunday 10 November 2019

Weekend WOW Factor : 100 Days - Omoyele Sowore

Omoyele Sowore, founder of Sahara Reporters, 2019 Presidential Candidate, Anti Corruption Journalist, Social and Community Activist, and all round decent guy, has been in detention now, for 100 days.
Despite meeting all of his bail conditions, he has yet to be released.
Sowore has reported to have gone on hunger strike.

Sowore was detained after calling for a nation wide protest, and calling that protest, revolution now.

Sowore - with his impressive oratory skills, campaigning abilities, and honest desire to see a better Nigeria in areas such as education, health care, minimum wage.
Sowore, who being US based, really doesn't have to care - but cares nonetheless.

He has his core supporters, who are doing the best they can.
Other 'supporters' emerged once he trended across all media, and gained an impressive legal team.

The past 100 days since his detention have been very revealing.
But our thoughts go out to him and his family

It's our hope he will be released any day now

President Kagame on Development Interview



Aunty Stella smokes and drinks.
She parties every weekend, squeezing her ample bottom into tight ‘western’ clothing. My mother says she’s bringing shame on the family, and was always the black sheep, staying out late, dropping out of school, and getting pregnant early.

Aunty Stella says she was never the black sheep until they had decided that was her fate. Once decided, there was little she could do right, but plenty she could do wrong. 'So', she told me with a shrug, she decided to 'specialise in the plenty'.

Aunty Stella was married to a Jamaican man, who everyone thought looked much like an Igbo man, until he opened his mouth and removed all doubt.
His heavy Jamaican accent made it difficult to understand him, and he seemed to frown at everything. He blamed Nigerians for ‘selling his people into slavery’ and anytime the family got together it ended with a huge argument, within shouting about the Igbo landing, and calling Aunty stella’s family and friends a ‘set of bumboclart sellouts!’
I was never sure what it meant , but I knew from the scuffles that ensued, and the tone of his delivery, that he had insulted pretty much everyone.

Still, funnily enough, secretly, the family seemed to like him. They preferred him to Aunty Stella’s first husband, an ‘Oyinbo’ man who everyone hoped would bring fame, glory and favour to the family, but whose connections stretched little further than the local bar and a few plumbers in Croydon. Aunty Stella divorced him when she grew tired of his cheating, and was swept off her feet at a friends birthday party by the Jamaican.

Aunty Stella never hid the fact that she was Nigerian, but she had a tendency to critique rather than praise.
At my younger aunties wedding she refused to were a Gele, even though she knew that all the women in the family would be wearing yellow Gele’s. Instead, aunty Stella wore a yellow wig, with huge gold earrings.
Her husband called her his dancehall queen and looked at her proudly, but family members simply looked at her with fear and outrage.

From the outside Aunty Stella seemed to live up to all that she was accused of, but I knew it was an act.

I felt I knew my Aunty, more than anyone, as I had often sat at the edge of her bed and watched and listen to her as she prepared for a night out.
I watched and listened to her when she attempted to cook Caribbean meals, with Youtube as her guide.
I listened and watched when she wrapped herself in her duvet on her ‘sad days’ when all she wanted was hot chocolate and doughnuts. Then I watched her the following week as her sadness subsided, and she would pinch at the sides of her waist, and curse the very same chocolate and doughnuts she had sworn the week before had brought her joy.

Aunty Stella’s only crime was that she did not conform to her culture. Her refusal to ‘do as she’s told’ left her weak and vulnerable, so whereas other members of the family received the support of the family, Aunty Stella did not.

I wish I had the courage to be like Aunty Stella, but the reality is, I simply can’t imagine not having the support of my family.
I can't imagine them not arranging my engagement, my marriage, giving their blessing.
Aunty Stella was a warning to the female members of the family who wished to go against the culture.
In fact, she was often used as a threat to instil discipline. ‘You want to grow up like Stella? Married to a Jamaican and living as an outcast?’

The girl children would cry out.... ‘nooooooo’ and run away crying.

One day, I know things will change
After all, as her husband liked to say, if he ever saw his wife looking downcast ‘ No worry ‘bout dam, the stone that the builder refuse, will be the head corner stone…. Bob Marley say dat
Yeah man.. tell dem again Bob’.