I am a confam foodie.

Ok. Those who know me know I LOVE food. But I don’t just love food, I love to cook. Sadly, I most times end up cooking and I can’t eat what I cooked, whilst it is still hot at least.

So I was at work on Tuesday and was craving something that had chocolate and hot coffee. Actually I had been craving something chocolatey since Saturday morning. So I stopped at a supermarket, picked up some items and headed home. Got home only  to discover the mixer was bad. Well, with a stiff neck and aching arms, I found a big bowl, omo rogun and mixed my life out. I wee only show you the result. Don’t ask for my recipe.

Chocolate Fudge and Coffee

Heart shaped chocolate fudge

I left work tonight to make ugwu. Well, I was meant to download scandal as soon as I got in but ugwu seemed more interesting. I made this the normal abi na usual way. The only difference from what most people do is I used olive oil rather than palm oil. Looks drab. I wanted to add shrimps but the supermarket didn’t have. And they were charging me an arm and a leg to buy tiger prawns. Now I wish I closed eyes and bought it. The Ijebu in me screamed NO!!!!! Woulda made a big difference. Anyways, I need to make some people hungry this night.

Nicely cut ugwu. I really need to learn to cut this ish myself

Finished work 1. Plain efo

Finished work 2. With egusi

Dished out

Ok. So daz all. You ku no send me make I put food pictures or blog about food right?

On a serious note, what is it about a woman that makes men (close friends, brothers) fight? I was at the salon this evening and as usual, we had to watch African? or Africa Magic (I dunno which one it is biko and sincerely I don’t care what it is called). And the story sha was, two friends like a girl and yada yana. Neither knew it was the same girl (yeah right. You never thought to see your best friend’s girl’s picture at least abi?). Sha and sha, as at when I left the salon these “friends” have gone as far as beating each other and one even killed the other’s body guard. And we started asking ourselves say friends wey grow up together, don dey do business since, moni no separate them, moni no make dem fight, na woman destroy the friendship. *sigh*. Things women can do!!!!!!

Some people wanna spoil Scandal for me…. God is watching you. By the way, am the only one getting bored watching Scandal? There are just days I feel, what the heck, can you get it over with? Like the story is dragging. I had the same feeling about Revenge and I don’t even remember there is a show by that name any longer. Any interesting series to recommend? And please don’t say Suits. Bores the life out of me.

Have a lovely weekend people. And congrats to my friends and cousin getting married tomorrow. God bless your unions.

Tada

I begged God to die

I got your attention with that title right? Lols. Nothing serious. Just remembered the story of Jonah earlier today and how he asked God to kill him.

Now,  Lord , take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live. (Jonah 4:3)

I was at that point in life late last year. I literally begged God to take my life. Moved from begging when He didn’t to praying for rapture to come like yesterday. *le sigh*. I am alright people. It was just a phase.

Remembered that today and how often we get judgmental or because we don’t know how someone feels about something bad that happened, how easily we make comments that could hurt the person (not like we intended to). I am one of those who anytime Jonah’s story came up or I read it, I scoffed and raised my nose. I asked if he was God and why he should be angry God didn’t destroy a city. I wondered and said he should have killed himself na. Abi? If God no kee you, kee yourself.

I recently stumbled on some posts on suicides, depression and all and remembered my reaction to a couple of suicides last year (relationship related suicides). Forgive me, I asked what they were thinking. Couldn’t they have considered the family they left behind? Why kill yourself because of a man/woman? And all and all. This morning I was reminded I was no different. No difference between me who asked God to kill me and the one who decided to do the killing herself/himself. And as I thought about all that all I could sing was

Imela, Imela, Okaka, Onyekeruwa
Imela, Imela, Ezemo.

I remembered how easy it is/was to judge others. A friend had her wedding cancelled recently (groom to be called it off a month to the wedding) and another friend actually said “I hope she moves on fast” and all sorts and I just sat there thinking “na so e easy?” Just pray and thank God you aint in her shoes. For once I understood how she felt, because I have been in her shoes. I have had a lot of people to tell me things in the last 3 months and am just there thinking “it is so easy for you to talk”. Then I also thought, what if these people who killed themselves had similar conversations and had people tell them the usual.  And they just couldn’t get past that phase? There are days people tell me things and I just cut them off or tell them point blank, don’t tell me that, you don’t know how I feel. So easy for you to say. Now I know what it is like. I hope never to “judge” people that way any longer. Offer your support and gauge the person’s mood before you start talking. Same thing with when someone loses a loved one. I usually don’t call or say anything. I just go see the person and hug or just sit with the person. Not because I can’t say the usual, it is well and all but cause I won’t. At least not when it is still fresh. A lot of people are struggling. In the spirit of the season (no be love season we dey?), show some love.

Moving on to interesting and happy things. It is Valentine’s day right. Happy for all of una. Never been a freak (see reasons here). However, I am happy a lot of people are happy. Good thing about having all sisters is somehow, something always enters the house. I see cake in the house already. Should I say my boss “val-ed” me? She gave me shoes this morning. Did I write it on my forehead that I am a shoe lover? First gave me a whole gift bag of jewellery over the weekend. Now shoes? What should I expect next? Na female no worry.

So I hear there is mahd traffic on the Island. Am I surprised? No. Na usual Vals day traffic. One of the reasons I hate detest Vals day. Thank God I aint on the Island this year. Plus must it rain every Vals day? I don’t know about last year but in the last few years, it has rained every Vals day. *smh*

From helping a friend get Vals gifts to planning a bridal shower, I have had an extra busy week. Work in itself is usually hectic. I now added more work to it. It was fun sha. Btw, where can I get red fascinator in Lagos? Already planning my outfit for L’s wedding (which is a month away). I am that kind of an organiser. I tend to plan a lot of things way in advance. No aso -ebi (girl after my heart) but touch of red. Now I am planning nude gown, shoes and bag. I NEED A RED FASCINATOR. Don’t make me wear a red gown please. Red is strictly for accessories- nail polish, lip stick (oh la la) and all those tinz.

I am beginning to plan a wedding in my head (plus my speech). Introduced two friends recently and the guy buzzes me to tell me they are doing dinner tonight and was seriously praying she doesn’t relocate (her family is out of the country). I was just awwwing. I am just that much of a sucker for love. I am gonna restrain myself from buzzing the babe later tonight to ask how it went. Abi should I buzz? Yes/No… The urge to buzz is strong yo. I am seriously praying it goes well BECAUSE I am writing my “how they met” story already. Yes ke, na me introduce them.

In other news, I met SNM on Sunday. Naughty child he is. Offered me only water. iKid. Offered me drinks and food, I opted for water. Twas nice seeing you. Second blogger I get to meet. Where are the others o?

Happy Valentine’s day dear readers. Hope ya all had fun or are having fun today. If you val-ed someone or got val-ed, please remember some of us get sweet tooth. Send our cake, chocolate and all o. For #teamforeveralones, well sowie. Next year ehn.

Oh and my boss brings cake….. This woman knows how to put a smile on my face….

Happy belated birthday to Just Joxy. I am so sorry I missed the date. And happy birthday to my god-mum and my cousin IfeOluwa.
Tada

And I said………

Date: 17^th March, 2012

Time: 6.10 pm

Location: MMIA, Lagos

I am at the airport and I get a call from YB asking how far. In my “annoyed” and frustrated and irritated state, I tried to as calmly as I can tell him what was going on. I had arrived 5.05pm and more than an hour after, my luggage wasn’t out. After endless waiting because the belts were not working (we all had to hustle to get our luggage), I discovered my luggage didn’t arrive. I was in tears. I had just shoes and my nightie as hand luggage. So when his call came in (and that was like the 3^rd time he was going to call), am just like “I am trying to find out the procedure to register missing luggage) and he goes “call me when you leave the airport, I have a surprise for you”. Ok na.

Time: 6.50 pm

Location: Lekki Toll Gate

I call him to say I was approaching Lekki and would be home in 15 minutes and he goes ok. I had completely forgotten about the surprise.

I get home some 15-20 minutes after and have barely settled down when he calls that he is at the gate. So I go meet him at the door. I walk towards his car, and we are heading back into the house when it clicked in my brain that I saw flowers. So I go back towards the car and truly see flowers and cake. Alrighty. I later discovered I messed up his plans by “seeing what was in the car”. He is then “forced” to change plans and had to bring the cake and flowers into the house (his plan was I leads me outside and he does all the talking and all). Oh well, I spoilt that plan. He had to re-park his car so he gives me strict instructions not to open the cake. Oh well, no bi cake. When you get back, I shall do what I know best to do with chocolate cakes, I think to myself.

To cut the short story even shorter, he comes back in, we are talking and I ask if I could open the cake now and he goes, yes. So I open the cake and see the words “will you marry me”. Ok all the while he was smiling sheepishly. And I remember asking him why the smiles. But I guess I was too tired to even bug him. I start smiling (can you blame me?) and thinking “you should say something”. I then move the cake a little thinking “oh well when you are ready to talk you would say something”. And he is still smiling so I blurt out asking “won’t you say something”. His reply? “Look at the cake properly”. Lo and behold, between the petals (is that the right word? Anyway, there were flowers on the cake and in between the flowers) was the ring. Well, I couldn’t even scream or shout or jump (I didn’t sleep the day before, had been on the plane since 6.45am, landed past 5 and didn’t get home till about 7pm). I was just smiling. Now it was my turn to smile sheepishly. So I pick out the ring, hand it over to him, he gets on one knee and asks me to marry him.

Ya all know my reply…. And then I remembered the surprise, the chat with a friend couple of weeks before then talking about a surprise and his post.