Thursday, October 27, 2011

LPM - October Edition

Hello people!

We can’t believe we’re just a few days away from the 30th edition of Le Petit Marche! Yes, this weekend, LPM will be holding their 30th market day and to celebrate this, they’ll be giving away =N=5,000 shopping vouchers to 5 customers!!! The market officially opens to shoppers at midday, and from then we’ll be giving =N=5,000 vouchers to the 20th, 40th, 60th, 80th and 100th customers! There will also be having a raffle draw at the Sole2Sole stand, where the winner will be taking home a DVD player! So you know there’s really nowhere else you should be this weekend! They’ve also got an amazing line-up of vendors for you this month:

ION JewelryOremiCraftSole2Sole Retrospective | Sanoles | Eighty Three & 80's Esther of Kish | Cam Cam Sweeties | Ours by Juliada | Wow Fashion | NS1463 Scuup | Kadozy Couture | La' Moore | MariamMoussa |Y. Craig | Bubbles & Scents | Joie Ventures | Literati | Nireds | Just Stunners | La Bennis Creations

So if you’re in need of a total wardrobe makeover, searching for amazing items at bargain prices, looking to network, or if you simply want to relax, be sure to grab a friend, sibling or spouse (and your wallet too), and come on down to the GET Arena this weekend! Great food, drinks, music, and great people await you…

See you there!

LPM October 2011
Date: Sunday 30th October 2011
Venue: GET Arena, Opposite Oriental Hotel, Victoria Island Lagos
Time: 12 Noon – 7pm


Hi Mummy

Its Mrs. U's birthday!!!

Isn't she freakin gorgeous!

For me to write on what my mother means to I'd need to write an entire book, not just a single blog post. My mother is the best thing that ever happened to me, everyday I thank God that he decided to roll that particular dice and implant me in her uterus.

I remember writing once how my greatest fear was something fatal happening to my mother and its no joke, my entire existence is dependent on her. She's...everything to me.

Happy birthday to my first love, my sister, my best friend, my teacher, my mother. Aku gi agaghi e fu na-ohia.

I love you.

Beyonce - Party ft. J. Cole

.....and #BeySeason continues with the release of the video for "Party", which is really, truly, honestly my favourite song on "4". I don't need to say much, y'all know Bey brings it everytime. The video is hot, I love the retro, laid back feel of the song, like you can just be doing butterfly and flex to it a la Shabba Ranks.

It looks like she's doing a video anthology like she did with "B'Day". I'm really excited to see what else comes out of it.

Only thing I'm not on board with is the replacement of Andre 3000 with J Cole, bad move Bey. The original was way hotter, J. Cole is hella fine but he's kinda boring and honestly since Big Ghostface said his permanent facial expression is turmoil and he looks like Eeyore from Winnie The Pooh....well...I kinda snicker every time I see him now.

 Oh well, Beyonce's human, she makes mistakes. Video is still fire though. Enjoy.


Before the unintelligent among us will start saying she doesn't look pregnant in this video, please kindly note that this was shot way before she started showing.

Love and light xx

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Rihanna - We Found Love

Awesome, awesome video!! I love me some Rihanna and she always delivers, always.

This video is definitely about her relationship with Chris Brown, no one can tell me any different.


Rihanna on WhoSay

Love and light xx

Putting My Game Face On

For quite a while I've been getting requests to do a post on the make-up I use, for those that asked I'm really sorry I'm just getting round to it now.

So this is a picture of my make-up "table'. I like to have everything out where I can see them instead of constantly rifling through a make-up bag. These are the ones that could fit on top of my dresser, theres no Mac store where I live so I usually buy make-up in bulk and just store it till I need it so I have a few unopened ones out here but the rest are stashed somewhere in my closet.

My make-up regime is pretty straightforward, my prepping only involves soap and water. That is, I don't use any toners, cleansers, facial washes, scrubs, night cream, day cream or whatever it is most girls used. I discovered with my face the simple approach works best, because when I used to be a facial product junkie my skin was a mess. I broke out literally by the second, but once I stopped and stuck to simply soap and water my complexion improved dramatically.


You will wonder, and rightly so, what a cure for indigestion is doing here, but believe me this is the greatest beauty secret I've discovered in recent years. In the search for a decent primer, I went through Mary Kay, Mac and supposedly the best, Smashbox. As usual the oil on my face came out tops, I carried blotters everywhere I went, my t-zone was ridiculous. One day I was talking to my friend Stella of Stella's Addiction and because I go to her for all things make-up related I asked about the best primer to use and she said I should go get Milk of Magnesia. Obviously I thought she had lost it, she insisted, I complied and I've never regretted it. This thing works like magic. I put it on after moisturizing, allow it to dry, this literally takes seconds, then I put on my foundation and the rest of my face. Voila, long lasting make-up. Since I started using Milk of Mag, I hardly ever have to touch up and I never carry blotting paper anymore. This ish right here works like a charm.


This is another win from the advice round table of Stella's Addiction. Before I started using MUFE I used Mary Kay foundation and it was hella greasy, I tried Mac liquid foundation for a while, didn't work either. Then Stella told me to get MUFE, absolutely brilliant. Possibly the "matte'est" foundation I've ever used. It dries really quickly so you have to apply it very fast, other than that its an awesome buy.


I've always been a Mac girl, the very first compact I ever used when I was 19 was Mac and I've stuck to it ever since. I really can't compare my powder to any others because I've never used any other compacts besides Mac but it works for me so I guess that's the only testimonial I can give. I have no complaints.



Its self propelling, you don't need to sharpen and provides awesome definition. A+ all round as a brow brush.


Now I learned this bit from my friend Nkem who writes Kemberly's Ramblings. I simply apply a little concealer with the angled brush to define my brow arches. Its especially necessary when I haven't threaded my brows in a while to cover up stray hairs.


As the name implies. I like this colour because its not too pink or red, it provides a kind of "bronzey reddish" kind of colour that's really great for dark skin. Keeps you from going all Bozo on people.

This photo is not very good but I will try and explain what it does. I don't contour all the time, actually on rare occassions and when I contour I don't use blush. I think they can be used together but it makes my face look very busy and I don't like that. So the contour kit is a highlighter and pressed powder kit and you use it to sculpt and define your features. The darker powder is used to create shadows on your face like defining your jawline or contouring your cheekbones and the lighter powder is the highlighter. I use that to reflect light off my face, like on the bridge of my nose or my temples. Contouring can give you an overly made up look so you have to keep your application light.


No jokes, the only mascara I've ever used. I'm not a big mascara person and this is the first one I ever used and I've stuck to it. If it aint broke why fix it. 



Ruby Woo for the 40's siren red, Touch for supermodel nude and Lickable for Barbie pink. These are my go to lip colours, I don't think I use anything else except these three and because I don't like matte lips I use lipglass over them.

There you have it, my every day make-up tableau, well not exactly every day because I don't use foundation, blush, contour powder, mascara and lipstick all the time. Usually powder, eyebrow pencil and vaseline are what I use to face the world on a daily. The rest are for when I feel like making a bit of an effort. Apart from these, for eyeshadows I use a melange of Mac and L'Oreal eyeshadows and Sleek colour palettes.

Hope this was helpful.

Love and light xx


Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Remember when I was saying Instagram was overrated? Well I changed my mind, its actually quite interesting, recently I've really been getting into it. I love taking pictures but I'm not necessarily interested in the artistic side of photography. My images are more of the "what am I wearing" and "what am I doing" variety, I'll leave the proper pictures to the professionals.

However with instagram, everyone's a pro. I've not really had the time to take a lot of pictures using it, mainly because I don't have an iPhone so my instagram app is on my iPad, and its a bit of a headache lugging it around to take photos when I have my trusty little Nikon with me instead. I really have to though because there are so many beautiful things in the city I live in that are begging to be captured, I actually live right in a historic neighbourhood, so much history and stuff around me that needs to be photo filtered.

These are the few I've been able to take though, will make more of an effort to take some more. Oh yeah I'm also on Webstagram, which is like twitter for instagram, rather instead of 140 characters its just pictures..that you can also comment on. Hit me up if you're on Webstagram lets share photos, my ID is "aufere".

The Girl With The Butterfly Tattoo

Six years after I got it, I still love my butterfly tattoo. When I decided to get it, I was going through a sort of change, not any major upheavals mind, but the tectonic plates of my life were slowly shifting around and I was at a loss for a while. The butterfly sort of encapsulated how I felt at that particular time; rebirth, freedom, change...and all that good stuff. I've really been thinking of getting a second one, in writing this time. My mum was cool with this tattoo, not sure how she'll take a second marking.

A la James Herriot

The Scottish countryside reminds me of a James Herriott novel, all rolling fields, farmhouses, sylvan landscapes, gruff men in tweed caps etcetera etcetera etcetera *in the voice of Yul Brynner aka the King of Siam*.  These pictures were taken through the window of a moving train which is probably why they are a bit blurry but I think I managed to capture the images as they are.

The first time I left the city and was going through the country I kept tweeting about how beautiful the Highlands are; glens, waterfalls, lakes, hills....its really a visual smorgasbord, even if you're not into that kind of stuff. What I found reeeaaally funny was that the animals, like the sheep and cows and stuff look exactly like they do in books, all fluffy and spotted. As opposed to Nigerian sheep and cows which look nothing like they do in The Enchanted Forest or The Faraway Tree. If you grew up on a steady diet of Enid Blyton books like I did, I'm sure you'll identify with a lot of my fantasies, I remember asking my mother if we could go to the country so I could find a fairy circle and she said we go to the country every Christmas, that in Nigeria our country is Arondizuogu. I couldn't believe it. I also remember how excited I was going to boarding school for the first time thinking it would be all Mallory Towers like with midnight feasts and gingerbeer and Mamzelles...well QC got that notion out of my mind sharply.

My biggest delusion however was when I was 9 years old and in Primary 5 at Grange School and I was so immersed in this world that Enid Blyton had created that I was determined to meet her. At the time I was House Captain of Donga House as well as unofficial Library Prefect, since no-one liked books as much as I did and was willing to take up Library Prefect duties so I did them unofficially with my House Captain duties. Anyhoo I wrote a letter to Enid Blyton via her publishers address and had my mother courier it for me asking if she could come to my school and give a talk. There was no doubt in my young mind that she wouldn't do it, not a single doubt, I was very confident in my ability to bend the universe to my will. So I put my school address and Head Teacher's name as the return address. A few weeks later I was jejely in class when I got a message to come to the Head Teacher's office, I was sooo excited, thinking my dream was about to come true.

I got there and the first thing she did was to tell me to sit down and then asked if I wrote a letter to any author's recently. Confidently I was like that I did, that I wanted it to be a surprise. She now said she just got a letter from The Enid Blyton Foundation and they are really sorry but she couldn't make it. I was like how come, was she sick or something, the Head Teacher now said she wasn't sick but that Enid Blyton had died in 1968.

I swear I felt like I had been slapped, it was the single greatest disappointment of my young life. I'd read all her books cover to cover and nowhere did they it say she was dead. Thank God for the kind of school I was in because they understood my emotional state at the time, I was actually allowed to go home and recuperate for a few days from the shock of it all.

Thinking about it now, my audacity overwhelms me.

Bobby Good Life & TWP

With my cousin Bob, taken on my recent trip to Glasgow.

Mac Attack

My make-up table or rather dresser because everything's piled on top of my chest of drawers.

These are just a few of the ones I've been taking. My favourite instagram ID is Refinery29, they take the best pictures, being trying to imitate the style, no such luck. Remember if you're also on Webstagram send me your ID so I can follow you, I'm really interested in seeing what people can do with their filters.

Love and light xx

Monday, October 17, 2011

Beyonce - Love On Top

Attention members of the Beyhive and Bey stans everywhere my big sister has blessed us with another beautiful visual experience.

I'm tired of saying such and such song is one of my favourite songs from 4, truly every song on that album is on point. I totally listen without skipping, very few albums can make me do that. Love on Top is soooo beautiful, especially with the way she switches octaves, four modulations in one song, how many artistes can do that?

King Bey can, that's who.

She's totally channeling New Editions "If It Isn't Love" video and as usual she kills it. This woman may internally combust from too much praise one day.

I've tried to keep myself from commenting on the disgusting accusations flying around about how Beyonce isn't pregnant, shame on all of you naysayers, come February when little Brooklyn Knowles-Carter (I feel it in my fingers and toes that she's having a girl) is born, you will all have egg on your faces. When Beyonce wasn't pregnant every single day there was a rumour that she was and now she is people are saying she isn't.


Anyhoo, revel in the perfection that is my Creole asamkpokoto from Texas

Love and light xx

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Anonymous....that cypher wahala

After a few classes last week I'm firmly convinced that my last semester in uni is going to be a doozy, the volume of work is frightening to say the least. As I type this I'm just recovering from a rough 7 hour study sesh, so rough in fact that I missed the twitter brouhaha between Nigerian celebrities and civilians all because of some BET cypher or something like that. 

As a fan of Wacka Flocka Flame and any rap song which can be comfortably qualified under the "hoodrat" category, I didn't even put mouth in the debate, its ovbious I know bupkes about rap. In my own personal opinion I think its pretty awesome that Nigerian rappers are so internationally recognized as to be asked to appear on BET and people should appreciate the fact instead of running them down which I have come to realize is done simply because these people can, and not because they genuinely think the artistes did that badly.

The internet has given the gutless multitude the perfect outlet to unleash their acidic vitriol under the guise of anonymity. These nameless, faceless vermin sit behind their computer screen, flex the muscles of their fingers and decide to put whatever nonsense has been rattling around in their heads out there for everybody to see. The phenomenon of cyber bullying has been going on for years and Nigeria was slow to catch up, but of course as a nation that refuses to carry last we have made it our own, spewing rubbish on twitter and as comments on blogs. We are lucky that most Nigerians are too thick skinned to allow what they read about themselves to get to them. The US and the UK are rife with accounts of people committing suicide over things like this or even killing their attackers. 

Nigerians will moan over it for a while and move on. Our strength as a nation lies in our resilience and indifference to hardship.

For the sake of those who are not on twitter, someone tweeted that an artist who was a part of the BET cypher "didn't try" and the artist replied saying "na your papa wey no try", or something along those lines.

Initially when I saw that tweet I was amazed, like how could the artiste be that careless as to type that. The fact that you decide to put yourself in the public eye dictates that you be ready to deal with the praise as well as the criticism that comes with the job. I even tweeted my feelings saying the artiste had zero PR skills.

I then decided to go through the artistes mentions, the insults I saw there left me weak. All day, since the cypher aired people had been of course airing their opinions, who they liked and who they didn't. Let me just say that constructive criticism is not a bad thing, expressing your dislike of an artiste's ability is not wrong, that's what the public is there for, but of course Nigerians have no stop button. People had been insulting this particular artiste all day long and not restricting it to just his musical ability, saying random, senseless things that made me believe the government should start some kind of Internet Proficiency Exam before people are allowed to have internet access. The fact that that person does not know you and cannot harm you does not give you the right to take out your frustration on that person. I say frustration because you have to really have bad things going on in your life to decide to constantly cuss someone out for no reason.

After reading the artistes mentions and seeing what he had to put up with all day I understood how he could have "snapped" and tweeted that reply. People have popped off for far less than what I read today.

People constantly insulting these artistes forget that they are human beings with real feelings and no matter how disciplined or how much PR lessons they've had to ignore such attacks, some people can reach their limit pretty quickly. 

Now I'm not in support of what that particular artiste tweeted, he should have handled it better or just ignored it but I'm just saying that  people should be more understanding of others feelings. Celebrities have a tougher time than most because their work is out there for people to comment on as they please, but we should be mindful of the fact that it is their work, these people are trying to build a career out of doing something that they love and when we say all these hateful things, we're seriously messing with their sense of self.

I understand the "joy" in tweeting something mean for the short lived pleasure of a few RTs and mentions but I've realised that I've only being doing more harm than good. I've made an effort when criticizing a particular artiste's work to confine it to that, their work. Keep their personal lives out of it, keep their families out it and keep whatever cheap shots you've been practicing, to yourself. 

I've been on the receiving end of a few "cheap shots" myself, some people, anonymous of course leaving some comments on my blog that left me wondering if I had murdered someone they knew due to the hatefulness of their comments. In fact some attacks have been so personal I'm pretty convinced that they are people I know.

Still, as I said above, for you to decide to attack someone be it on a blog or on twitter for no apparent reason just because you can leads me to believe that these people don't have much going on in their lives and are of course cowards or as they say in Westeros, craven (had to throw that in there, I love that word). 

If you are really such a tough person quit trying to caps lock someone's ass and attempt to do it for real, see if you don't lose a few teeth.

Love and light xx

Friday, October 14, 2011

Discovering Charles Warnke

It is very rare that I find writing that makes me want to rip out the writers genius from his/her head and implant it in mine. When someone can tell a story, so well that every line is a living, breathing thing, it is beautiful to behold. Through Blogsville and Twitter I've discovered some amazing Nigerian writers that can grip words by the throat and wrench meaning from them, for example; Zena, UberBetty, The Toolsman, Miafarradaily, Capoeira Panda, Ms Dania, Koromonay, my anonymous TWP writer aka He Who Has No Name, the writers on The Naked Convos and Decades projects....

This morning I discovered Charles Warnke.

It is a mystery to me that before today I'd never heard of him, I pride myself in knowing everything about everything. This morning, my friend Obi posted a link to a piece called 'Don't Date A Girl Who Reads' and I was literally blown away. 

I have no class this morning, I was going to sleep till midday and bum around the rest of the day, instead I'm sat  at my desk, googling everything there is to know about Charles Warnke because I'll be darned if I display such ignorance a second time. His words literally yank you out of your seat and make you wish you had honed your natural creative writing talent instead of letting it stagnate. 

I can identify with every word of what he writes. I think people who love to read, bibliophiles to the rest of you, are a special breed. I don't mean to be condescending but it is my personal belief that if one is extremely well read you are more intelligent, exposed and aware than the average person on the street. I say this because books are like other worlds, they show you places, cultures, people, you would otherwise never know about. They give you the ability to discuss on a variety of topics, when you read voraciously, you just KNOW. I can't describe it. I don't mean flipping through a magazine or reading the occasional "popular" book. I mean people who smell that new book smell and feel their insides combust from the sheer olfactory pleasure of it. People who crack the spine of a new book and can't wait to be immersed in another place. People who forgo sleep just because they can't put that book down.

Just from interacting with people from all walks of life, you may disagree with me but there's a marked difference between people who love to read and people who just can't be bothered. For one, their vocabulary is better, I'm not saying people who don't like to read have bad grammar but people who love to read have a way with words, they manipulate them, they are infinitely wittier than others. They use metaphors and hyperboles and personification for their own amusement. A conversation with an extremely well read person as opposed to someone who is not is a completely different experience and an infinitely more pleasurable one at that.

Anyway, enough of my yammering above, you need to read this story for yourself:


Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. 
Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.
Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.
Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
Do those things, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the cafĂ©, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

Thursday, October 13, 2011


So last weekend. I went to Glasgow to hang with my cousin Bob for his birthday. At least now I'm satisfied I've visited all the other major Scottish cities besides Aberdeen. I went to Edinburgh in August but it was for an appointment so I didn't get to see much of the city. Dundee is next, as I keep promising @AfricanChiquito.

I knew Glasgow was the largest city in Scotland but I still wasn't expecting much. However I was completely blown away, its like London in the Highlands. I'm so insulated living in Abz because it is such a small town and literally every building is built with granite, hence the name "The Granite City". So whenever I go somewhere and I see normal buildings I have a bit of a 5 minute shock then I shake it off. Edinburgh looks somewhat like Aberdeen only larger, but Glasgow was so modern, very little granite anywhere, proper a proper city. I felt like such a country bumpkin.

Unfortunately I was only there for a day and I arrived so late I couldn't see much of the town, except what I saw on my way from the train station to Bob's house.


Aberdeen is supposedly the coldest city in Scotland since its right on the banks of the North Sea but Glasgow hit me for a loop that day. It was

I'm now officially into Instagram.

I have such an obsessive personality, everything I get into starts from mild interest to full blown stan'ing. I've been on that Instagram tip for days now, might have to do a post on some of the pictures I've been taking.

I took this photo with the Kelvin filter

My cousin is popularly known as Bobby Good Life and he brought this special brand of partying to Glasgow, we tore it up that night.

Blazer: Zara
Denim Bustier: Topshop
Maxi Skirt: Jane Norman
Gold Cuffs: Topshop

We started out at Corinthians, which honestly blew my mind. Its a restaurant/casino/bar on 4 floors and its seriously lavish inside. There's even a high end pop up boutique in it that sells stuff from Comme Des Garconnes and Agent Provocateur in it. The building was formerly the Union Bank of Scotland and some of the original fixtures remain so the bar itself is fashioned out of traditional bank safes. It has chandeliers everywhere and gorgeous stucco work, amazing architecture, everyone is beautiful and....I really can't describe it well enough, you'd have to see it for yourself.

A total visual experience.

The entrance to the champagne bar

After Corinthians we went into Princes Square for a bit and it had this gorge LED entrance, that kept changing colour

I need at least one room in my future home to be lit up in all this pink.

From there we went to a club called Karbon and there the madness ensued. At first I wasn't feeling it, they had gone overboard with the dry ice so visibility was terrible and I could barely breathe. Plus the DJ was stuck in some weird 90s gangsta-rap time loop.

From nowhere the music just amped up, this DJ tore up the speakers, it was an owambe up in Glasgow. I was seriously impressed. He was so fabulous after a while he started playing Nigerian music. This wasn't a black or an African club btw, just a regular nightclub and he gave us at least 45 minutes of quality Nigerian music.

Definitely somewhere I'll be going back to.

At the end of the night, these guys came and performed, apparently they tour with Skepta or something, never heard of them before that night. They were aight though.

Had to leave for home the next day, I had an awesome awesome time. Funny thing was after all the praise I heaped on Glasgow I'm still happy to be living in Aberdeen, I kinda prefer my boondocks.

Oh yeah, the randomest thing ever, I saw these retro handset thing at Harrods and I just had to have it. I'm a huge fan of kitschy crap, as can be evidenced by the amount of keyholders, fridge magnets, miniature dolls and stuff that I own but this is currently my favourite toy.

Its just a handset with a cord attached and you can connect it to your phone, laptop, iPad...whatever and it works like an actual phone handset. The first time I used it I was on the street in London and the stares I got ehn, too funny. People probably thought I had an entire analog phone in my bag or something.

A few people stopped me to ask where I got it from, just a few though. We mad people are not as much as I thought we were.

I got this colour to match my iPad case, my friend Molly also got the red one

Useless item, but I LOVE it!

Been using it to take calls on my Blackberry for a couple of weeks now or to Skype instead of using headphones. Too cute.

Love and light xx

Sophia Grace Brownlee meets Nicki Minaj on The Ellen Show

By now you guys already know I'm obsessed with this child and she just turned the cuteness factor all the way up with this video.

Mere days after her Sophia's video went viral, she and her little hypegirl were flown out to Los Angeles to perform on The Ellen Show and she got to meet her idol, Nicki Minaj. Her excitement was so palpable, I swear I shed a few tears (well I'm a champion waterworks so that doesn't really count).

Anyhoo, watch it sha. Her screams are too cute!

The video of the girls performing Super Bass with Nicki

Go Essex girls!

I was pleasantly surprised that Nicki Minaj could actually sing, I thought Ester Dean did the singing bit on Super Bass since she wrote it.

I need this child's dna in my womb.

 Love and light xx

Monday, October 10, 2011

Kreativ Blogger Award

So I recently got the Kreativ Blogger Award from Gabrielle Marie, love her blog!

1) Link back to the person who passed you the award

2) Complete the form below

3) Share 7 random things about yourself

4) Award 10 Blogs & drop them a line about it

Name your favorite song: "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 

Name your favorite dessert:  Haagen Dazs Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream 

What pisses you off:  When someone doesn't have a mind of their own and is constantly playing follow the leader, I just feel like biting the person. You know, ripping bits of skin off with my teeth till they discover their own identity.

When you're upset, you:  Rage! Rage! Rage!

Your favorite pet:  None, I have severe and crippling animophobia.

Black or white:  Black

Your biggest fear:  Something fatal happening to my mother.........or waking up with a horse in bed with me (no jokes, I have nightmares about this, even way before I saw The Godfather)

Best feature: Lips

Everyday attitude: Calm, most of the time, interspersed with anxiety, little bouts of depression and sprinkles of dementia.

What is perfection: A bank card which never reaches it limit.

Guilty pleasure: None, I never feel guilty about any pleasure I allow myself. I look at it as my right.

7 Random Facts About Myself

1) I'm useless with electronics. I cannot operate anything. When something electrical stops working, my heart literally stops. I think I somehow willed my brothers into being good with electrical stuff because two of them are Electrical Electronic Engineers, my very own personal handymen.

2) On the flip side I know how to change a car tyre. As in, jack the car, wheel spanner, all that stuff.

3) I have a great fear of living a mediocre life, of dying and nobody save a few family and friends feeling the impact. I want to die and have a whole nation mourn, people literally renting their clothes and putting ashes in their hair because they can't imagine a world without me. I'm not weird at all btw.

4) I'm extremely fascinated by human anomalies like people with bad eyesight, or left handed people or twins. I don't know why but I feel like they're just so special. Twins especially, I can stare at twins for hours just wondering how they happened. I'll literally give my left breast to have twins, I'll do anything, IVF included to have twins. Love them.

5) I hated myself between the ages of about 12 to 16, I think thats part of the reason I OD on self love right now, because for a very long time I couldn't stand the sight of my body, my face, everything. I was the stereotypical dramatic teenager that would fantasize about killing herself or write poetry about how I hated everyone and everyone hated me. Its actually really weird because when I was very young, like 10 and below I was a very happy, very outgoing child. I hit 13 and became a monster. the minute I turned 17 or so I snapped out of it and amped up to this diva who thought she was the shit. I can't even keep up with my rollercoaster self anymore.

6) My imagination is so powerful, a few times I've visualised things and they've happened exactly as I imagined them, down to a tee. i don't know if this happens to anyone else but the times its happened to me its freaked me out badly. Not like in a dream or something, I'd literally be thinking about something and I'd say, this is what's going to happen and it happens exactly as I imagine it. Exactly. Freaky.

7) I'm fascinated by the life of Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis. When I was younger I was so into the Kennedy's that I used to go round telling people I was re-incarnated from th 50s/60s (I was a very precocious child). I was convinced I must have lived during the Camelot era at some point. I own every important biography of Jackie Kennedy ever printed, I've studied the entire family like its an exam, plus the offshoots, the Lees, Bouviers, Auchinclosses, Smiths, Shrivers, Lawfords. Safe to say its kind of an obsession. 

So that was interesting, I'm not going to tag any other bloggers but if anyone thinks this is interesting and would like to participate please go ahead.

One more thing, today is the 84th anniversary of my alma mater Queen's College Lagos, the awesomest girls school in Nigeria (well when I was there anyway).

Pass on the torch!

Love and light xx


Friday, October 7, 2011


Last night, the Petroleum Exploration Society of Great Britain had an Autumn Social at the College Bar in Aberdeen, the real draw however were the free drinks and buffet. My fellow Energy students and I girded our loins and headed there to network and more importantly score some awoof.

As a student you attend about a hundred networking events, job fairs etc until it just becomes routine, I didn't have any high hopes of coming out with the job of my dreams though but it was an interesting night.

Aberdeen however decided to show me what's what when the temperature went down to a freezing 4 early October. Knowing me I'm never dressed weather appropriate and I was completely blindsided by the cold. My feet actually went numb, it was insane.

Trying to channel a stylish yet serious Energy Lawyer, oh boy cold wan use me fry akara. My friend Yosola and I lost all feeling that night.

Cape: H&M
Houndstooth Jacket: H%M
High waist flared tailored pants: Topshop (seriously I don't know what I'd have done without Topshop pants, they've saved me from walking around with trousers that fear ground. A tall girls Mecca for real)
Bag: Calvin Klein

My fellow jobseekers and I full ground. We didn't do much networking though, just drinking and throwing shade at people.

Hoping my Peach Bellini would fortify me against what I was going to face outside, no such luck.

Trust I'll be at the next one with bells on, free things are never to be sniffed at. Only wearing a down filled parka this time.

Love and light xx


Beyonce's Countdown

My big sis done did it again!

Countdown is one of my favourite songs on "4" and I was hoping for a standout video and even with a baby cooking in her stomach Beyonce brought it!

"My baby is a 10
We dressing to the 9
He pick me up in 8
Make me feel so lucky 7
He kiss me in his 6
We be making love in 5
Still the one I go to 4
I'm trying to make us 3 (they were trying when she wrote it!!)
From that 2
He still the 1"

Have you ever seen a more beautiful pregnant woman?

Unfortunately the video isn't up on Beyonce's Vevo channel yet and the MTV video can't play outside the US, so watch it HERE on

Thursday, October 6, 2011


I can attempt to feel among and gush about Fall fashion and the nippy nights and all that good stuff when the truth is I really can't identify because its Fall all year round here on the banks of the North Sea. We probably had like 10 days of summer in the entire year, the rest of the time we're pretty much bundled up 24/7. So there's never anything like transitioning from Summer fashion to Fall's. No difference between the two where I'm from.

Only thing that tells us that "winter is coming" *in the voice of a Stark of Winterfell* is when the trees begin to shed and the leaves turn that lovely amber and rust colour.

Wore this on my first day of school for the Fall term.

Belted cape: H&M
Denim tights: American Apparel
Boots: Office
Bag: Mulberry
Woven bangle: Topshop
Watch: Gucci

My newest baby, the Mulberry "Daria" hobo in velvet Ostrich print.....miaaoowww.

One of my Bicester Village "finds". That place is tres awesome, things weren't as heavily discounted as I was anticipating but I managed to get a few good deals.

I could just lick it

Psyching myself up for a long day ahead in the library, would you believe I have just 4 months left? Like play, like play, this LLM is almost in the bag sha.

Thank God.

Love and light xx

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


This is my favourite Super Bass cover!

I want this child! I wish I had given birth to her, she is sooooo amazing. I especially heart the bits where she's singing and hitting high notes. She's also got her very own little hypeman, a silent one though.

Plus her lung control is phenomenal, I'm not really sure but it looked like the video was done all in one take, no time to catch her breath and she didn't falter. She's an awesome performer.

Sophia Grace Brownlee is going to be a star, trust.

Nicki Minaj's Super Bass by Sophia Grace Brownlee

aaaaand video number 2. Her facial expressions and gestures in this one are classic.

Cher Lloyd's Turn My Swag On by Sophia Grace Brownlee

Love and light xx

Thrifting......An Unsuccessful Attempt

The other day I attempted to go thrift store shopping. I think I'm a weird fashion lover in the sense that I'm not a fan of vintage clothes. I prefer my things spanking new and bang on trend. A lot of people werk vintage like they were born to do it but I think it doesn't suit me at all. I think I have more of a 90's body, tall, skinny, opposed to the voluptousness of the 40's or 50's. Girls who looked like me probably started becoming fashionable around the 70's or so, maybe that's why that's the only decade in fashion I identify with. The 70's rocked.

However I decided to go against my better judgement and do a little vintage shopping. Decided to pay homage to the 90's by rocking double denim, the opulent fur coats of the 80's, the stick straight bangs of the 70's, the winged eyeliner and red lippy of the 60's and the delicious consumerism of all the decades rolled into one.

Shaggy faux fur coat: Miss Selfridges
Denim shirt: Zara
Jeans: Topshop
Bag: Louis Vuitton
Leopard print flats: Dorothy Perkins
Watch: DKNY
Bracelets: Random

So I headed to a store called Take 2 with my friend Nike, another QC girl who recently moved to Abz. The only thing I usually buy from these stores are books, seeing as they're usually 2.50 and below.


As usual, the merchandise me, highly unwearable. I just don't get it. I've seen a few blogs where they get some great vintage finds like Shally of ForStyleSake or Karla of Karlas Closet, but its not because everyone's doing it that I'll now chook head and say make I follow dey go.

What in the flippin hell is this mess?

In the end the only thing I got was this jewelery tree....

To add to the rest of my very small, but ever growing jewelery tree collection.

After that fruitless journey we went into one of the many cemeteries around Aberdeen to chill for a while. My city is very different in the sense that cemeteries are leisure spots, like people come here and have picnics and play games and sunbathe on the grass near headstones and generally just chill out.

I love coming here because I enjoy reading the markings on the gravestones, a lot of them date back to the 17th century and many were very prominent Aberdonian citizens and I like reading about their lives and who they left behind and all that.

Not morbid or macabre in the least.

On the other hand, such a place in Nigeria won't be near any residential dwellings at all. I've never even seen a cemetery in Nigeria before, only place in Africa I'd ever seen a cemetery was in Porto Novo, and it was near a fishing port. Really weird place to bury people but nobody seemed to mind.

As I told Nike, people die angry in Nigeria that's why their spirits don't rest in peace and they're constantly roaming around disturbing the living. If I ever saw a cemetery in Nigeria I'd give it a very wide berth but here oyibo ghosts don't scare me, I'm pretty sure they're very harmless. 

Awon Casper and co? Couldn't say boo to a goose. But when you have Willie Willie and Madam Koi Koi on the loose, who born you to go and say you're hanging out in a cemetery.

Therefore white cemeteries, yay! Nigerian ones, hell no!

See, peace and tranquility

Love and light xx

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