Back to Warri!! Kimon!!!

I miss Warri praise and worship nor be small!!! E nor be like all these aje-butter praise that we are doing here, to clap sef dey hard some people, talkless of say make dem dance. This video below is how we do it! Abo Abo, kimon!!! 

You thought I relocated to Warri? no, I'm only there in spirit... @Sisi_Yemmie

What I'm listening to...

I heard this song on Gidilounge radio a while ago and couldn't figure out who sang it, fear of being tagged Last Carrier did not let me ask on twitter sef until today I saw this video and I was like  "na this same Davido sing this song?"

I'm really beginning to feel Davido, I bin dey form since but today I have succumbed, his dimples persuaded me. I always like a good Yoruba love song. I'm waiting for the day one musician will use my name and sing oh...hopefully I won't wait for long...LOL

Fingers crossed. xx

@Sisi_Yemmie

Antonyms of a Mirage!!!

Our dear Atilola wrote this amazing book, you should take a look at the trailer to get a feel and read a snippet! I have a free copy to give to a lucky reader, will that be you??? Leave your comment below!!!

A preview from ‘In My Pocket’

‘Goshe – A short form of Shokolokobangoshe

Scenario 2

Mummy Bobo: Olowo ori mi (owner of my head), how was that favourite food of yours that I made for you? I am sure you enjoyed it. I have come to tell you about Bobo, your son. He is about to write his SSCE exams. The other day, I heard my senior wife bragging to her cousin that kola, her son, made all his papers two years ago because he is hardworking and brilliant. She then said she is sure Bobo will do the opposite and fail woefully. Olowo ori mi, please, don't let my enemies laugh at me. I know you can help me get the exam questions on the eve of every exam paper. This is the only way Bobo will be able to prove her wrong and shut her mouth forever. Daddy Bobo, you always say you love me more than my senior wife and if you really mean that, you will not let her have the last laugh over me.

Finding 'X'...

People who know me well know that I don't know maths...I no be olodo but I don't know shishi about maths. I have tried to learn, I even had a special 'lesson teacher' who did his best but naaatin entered. If any of my pikin no sabi maths I will know who e resemble. How I got a B in WAEC is beyond my comprehension....na tubu tubu I do throughout that paper. Don't ask me whether I pass JAMB. In fact, I do not remember any account of that day as I have selective memory which helps to blur out traumatic experiences in my life. Thankfully I have not had many.

I remember when I still dey primary school, someone came up with this brilliant idea that the headmaster should torture students every morning during assembly by randomly picking a student to the platform to recite a section of the multiplication table. Who that person was I don't know, I don't care and I despise them. Oh! the horror when you're pointed out and you dey recite 'two times one and two, two times teeree four, two times eleven ...in that singing multiplication voice and you get it wrong!The headmaster go call another person to recite am and if the pesin pass am, dem go give am cane to flog you. In front of every gadaaadddem person on the assembly. Horror!

WOK'CHOP: Yam and Plantain Porridge ...Without Palm Oil

I'm not a fan of yam, I rarely eat it....maybe once a month if I do and I like it sweetened with over ripe plantain. I know some other people like yam, so I will share my recipe.