On a solo journey to become a diva, defined as a fierce, self-loving, confident, independent, and capable woman. Working on fulfilling Proverbs 3:5-6, so I can be a better daughter, sister, friend, soror, eventual wife and mother.
Is this supposed to be amusing, or serious?

Is this supposed to be amusing, or serious?

For any American born and raised Nigerians…

Would you “go back” to Nigeria and settle down one day?
Is it seen as you’re when you tell relatives that you may consider it (if you are)?

Something on my mind… I’m glad I don’t have a mom that is demanding that I move anywhere, marry someone of a particular tribe or anything like that. Even though I have more than enough aunties that like to add their two cents.

If America is so “awful”… then why have kids here? I feel I’ve been instilled with the right values from childhood; at least for me, I do want to learn more about my culture. But if I as an adult make the decision to stay where I know - is that such a failure?

That’s not sex appeal, that’s appealing for sex
My aunt, after seeing a display of cleavage gone horribly wrong
Last Monday.

Last Monday.


…. And then I looked at the nutritional facts online!

Even the stuff I thought was healthy, really isn’t. 

I love how at the top of it, they list:

The Dietary Guidelines for Americans recommend limiting saturated fat to 20 grams and sodium to 2,300 milligrams for a typical adult eating 2,000 calories daily.

Okay… so let’s assume people eat roughly the same amount of calories for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So the average person should have about 7 grams of saturated fat and 660 calories per meal. Sounds reasonable.

So why is it (minus the light options, soup, and drinks), that the vast majority of their selections start at 600 calories per item and 15 grams of saturated fat? Doesn’t leave much leeway for the other two meals of the day. 

Typical omelette plus pancakes = 1400 calories. 

Maybe you’re expected to take some of it away, instantly becoming 2 meals. I know I can’t finish all my IHOP in one sitting… but plenty of people do.

Meh. I’m ready to eat pancakes I didn’t fix myself! I’ll think of the rest of the day later :P

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the little old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man.
S. Silverstein

Approaching SFO


Approaching SFO

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