The Joint Heeeyyyy, the joint o. So my Uncle enjoys good food. I went to visit him and he wanted to treat me so naturally, he took me to eat. You know in Nollywood movies? The little places on the side of the road where there are plastic chairs and tables under Star or Heineken… Continue reading MY TRIP TO NIGERIA AFTER 11 YEARS AWAY PART 2
The rate at which this show has grown is phenomenal. Essentially, it’s a discussion between ‘real people’ of ‘real topics’, and I love it. But I couldn’t help detecting insecurity in some of the episodes. Although in the context of BKChat, here are some signs that, to me, suggest insecurity in general: If you have to shout someone… Continue reading INSECURITY (inspired by BKChatLDN)
You know when you see those letters/emails beginning with ‘Unfortunately…’? And your heart sinks because you just know it’s not good news? Well, not getting an offer from Oxford University made me realise, most of us seem to forget that… “NO” IS NOT “NEVER” Do not let your current situation hinder your future prospects. *drops mic* lol Just… Continue reading REJECTED BY OXFORD UNIVERSITY
Been staring at a blank screen like this for the past month? Freaking out about the 50 billion drafts you’ve heard you have to write? I did it in 3… here’s how! But first… Let’s just get all the generic stuff out of the way: Cliché phrasing is a turn off – ‘I wanted… Continue reading HOW TO WRITE A PERSONAL STATEMENT
FIRST OF ALL, my accent must be addressed! I’ve always thought I had a fairly mixed Nigerian-British accent – apparently not. Normally, when my fam from Naij come here on holiday, I adjust my accent to be more Nigerian, so they don’t kill me with ‘ehn????’ [What??] or ‘Ki’lo so?’ [What did you say?] But… Continue reading VISITING NIGERIA AFTER 11 YEARS AWAY!!
So, I dragged bae out this evening to help me take a ‘few’ pictures The heat that hit London this week yhhhh! When you don’t need hair sticking to your shoulders/neck, (Ankara) headscarves = bae. (unless you have a peanut head XD I kid I kid) Jeans all day err’day. Some days comfort>style – Amen?! I love… Continue reading LOLU’S LOOKS #3: ANKARA NIGHTS
*FYI: I was a very independent, mature, TALKATIVE ass child.* I was 6. We had just relocated to England from Naij, and my parents weren’t really on the babysitting thing. This meant that anytime they needed to go somewhere, I would look after my 3-year-old brother and 3-month-old sister. So I started school in England,… Continue reading STORYTIME: WANTED BY SOCIAL SERVICES!!!!!!