Author: Ngozi

I have A LOT of boyfriend energy. It’s in potential form, so it’s brimming… just waiting for the right guy to unleash it upon. I also feel like it’s palpable, so I fear that when guys see me, they sense it. Let’s say I meet a guy, and we connect in that rare way, where we can really be ourselves with each other. For me, this only happens once in two/three years, so when it does, I get instantly carried away. If he makes me laugh, he spells his words in full and gossips like a woman, that’s all it…

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I’ve known since last year that I wanted to do something nice for my birthday this year, but because of how hectic work is, I couldn’t start making any concrete plans till about a week before. Immediately my leave was approved, I was on Google searching for “White sand, turquoise water beaches in Africa” and four days later, I was on Diani Beach in Mombasa, Kenya. Coming here was a little stressful because of the transit in Ethiopia. Plus I kept getting questioned (by Nigerian & Kenyan immigration) about traveling alone for holiday. Kenyan immigration even held me for a…

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I’ve told you guys before that every time I brag about being a great cook, I mess up the simplest things… it could be boiled egg, or two minutes noodles and I’ll burn it, or overcook it, or add a bucket of salt. I believe that it’s the Universe’s way of telling me to not brag. It has happened too many times for it to be just a coincidence. Now I just cook my food in silence and I never voice the thought that I probably deserve to feature in my own cooking show. Sometimes I take pictures of my…

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I honestly don’t know why I still pay for this blog. If I calculate all the money I’ve spent so far on this blog, it would be enough to make a down payment for a brand new car key holder. Work has consumed my whole life. I’m not quite over the “newness” of my job, but recently it has hit me hard how much I didn’t really have a life outside of church. I’m at work everyday till late in the evening, sometimes till night. And when I get home, all I want to do is set my AC to…

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I started a new job about two months ago. And if I could use just one word to describe it, it would be ‘Challengingasfuck’. You know that ‘new employee grace period’ that people usually get when they just start working in a new office?… That grace period when you can mix up files or fumble with printers or even mistakenly go home at closing time, and you will be pardoned because you’re new. In my office, I never had that. From day one, I was getting in trouble like I stole money. I accepted there was no such thing as…

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