The Wasabi Chronicles…


It was a long week. Coupled with the health scare I had and all the stress that came with it, I was so ready for the weekend. So here I was heading home when my friends texted me to find out if I wanted to have dinner, happy to catch up with them, I rerouted my journey and proceeded to go meet them.

Fast forward about one hour later, we arrived the restaurant and ordered our dinner. I was going to quietly order the house fried rice that my Nigerian self was familiar with; I really was but then my girl Miss K said to try sushi. Soon chants of “try something new!” were ringing in my ears and I decided to give it a try. I’ve had sushi before but it was always a stolen bite here and there from my friends, I had never ordered a whole platter before. There’s always a first time, I thought to myself. So the food arrived and it looked beautiful, very well plated and I was excited to dive in.

Feeling very brave, I decided to put the thought that I was about to eat a bunch of raw fish out of my mind and just enjoy the feeling of being adventurous and trying something new. Then came the chopsticks. I politely asked for a fork because I didn’t know what to do with the chopsticks (I’m sure the fact that I’m a village girl is glaring to you by now lol!) “No, use the chopsticks; you shouldn’t use a fork to eat sushi” they said. So I picked up the sticks.

First attempt; awkward laughter. Second attempt; mild annoyance that two flimsy chopsticks were defeating me. Third attempt; one of the sticks snapped in two! At this point, I retired the sticks and reverted to my default setting aka my hands. Now, next to the sushi and the eel sauce was some weird looking stuff. I tasted the first one and my semi refined taste buds could tell that it was some sort of pickled ginger. I love ginger so I really liked it. Feeling brave, I decided to taste the other stuff next to the ginger…pause. As the 9ja girl that I am, having lived in Lagos all my life I thought I knew pepper, I honestly thought no spicy food could faze me, boy was I wrong! Unpause; so I scooped the green stuff which I now know as wasabi into my mouth.


Nothing, I repeat nothing could have prepared me for the explosion of heat that happened in my mouth! Frankly, it left me temporarily deaf and dumb. I think I went a little blind too. I saw stars, I gulped my sweet tea as fast I could and it didn’t help, my friends were hollering in laughter and somehow I managed to laugh with them too. #embarrassed. Eventually I regained feeling in my mouth and I solemnly ate my sushi sans wasabi.

I finally settled down and enjoyed my meal, but it is safe to say that wasabi and I have become sworn enemies henceforth. It won’t stop me from exploring though, because at the end of the day I am just a Nigerian girl, trying to learn new things and experience new cultures.

Ps: I had been looking for the hash key on my keyboard for the longest time and I just couldn’t find it, only for me to just randomly stumble upon it just now! This goes to show that you find good things when you aren’t too busy searching for them, so I’m just going to type a bunch of hash signs for no good reason…################ Ok, it’s out of my system now.

“I think the most wonderful thing in the world is another chef. I’m always excited about learning new things about food.” –Paul Prudhomme

7 Is Not 87!…


Today was one of those days. Sometimes, I  believe that these things happen to me so I can learn valuable life lessons and subsequently share them with you guys. So today, I needed to go to Sandy Springs and I had to take two buses and a train. I took the first bus, then the train and then I got to the bus top to wait for my last bus. The bus schedule on weekends are not the most reliable, so I knew that I had to wait for this bus and I did wait, but I got antsy and I got hungry and I wanted to go! I looked behind me and I saw a similar bus boarding, so I walked up to the driver and asked him if he was going my way. Now, I don’t know if it was the fact that I talk faster than normal, or because of my Nigerian accent but for some reason, though the driver did not understand me, he nodded his head yes to all the questions I was asking him so I assumed that he understood me and I got on the bus and took my seat.

When I got on the bus though I had this nagging feeling that I was on the wrong bus. I couldn’t shake the feeling but I ignored it because I convinced myself that the bus was headed to the city I was going to and I thought it would be alright so I sat down. While I was waiting for the bus to board, I saw bus 87, the bus I was supposed to take pull up. I knew I was supposed to come down and take the right bus, but it was still empty and bus 7, the bus I was in was full and about to go so I sat back, ignored the voice of reason and left with bus 7.

As soon as the bus took off, I knew without a shadow of doubt that I had taken the wrong bus, in fact while I was staring out the window looking for familiar landmarks, I saw bus 87 drive past us and I felt utterly stupid. Long story short this bus took me to the other side of town and thirty eight stops and almost two hours later, I found myself back at square one, back to the train station. So I had to take the train again to get to Dunwoody so that I could take the bus 87 that I was supposed to take in the first place! Imagine my frustration. So I had to tuck my tail between my legs, eat some imaginary humble pie and patiently wait for my bus so I could be on my way and finally I made it to sandy springs! The journey that was supposed to take me an hour and half ended up taking almost four hours all because I got impatient and took the wrong bus.


I am sure that the lesson in my mistake is pretty clear. Shortcuts aren’t always the best. It pays to stay the course and follow the due process in every situation we find ourselves in. Cutting corners never pays anyone. Most times, the consequences for cutting corners are so bad that we will end up regretting why on earth we didn’t just take the high road and do it right the first time. In my case I had to go all the way back to the train station, to the point where I made the mistake in the first place so I could fix it, imagine having to do that in real life; having to suffer through a painful divorce because you rushed into a marriage you know was never meant to be, or having to lose your job for making a decision you had no business making, it could be anything. Always listen to that voice in your head that cautions you just before you do something stupid, nine times out of ten I have gotten into trouble because I ignored that voice. Some mistakes are avoidable and there really isn’t any point in making them, learn from me…

If you take shortcuts, you get cut short.” – Gary Busey

The “sis” Zone

This is just a PSA to all the “brothers”, and a heartfelt one at that. Apparently you guys didn’t read or take Dear Mr Indecisive seriously! So my girls and I were hanging out the other day, and we got talking about this whole phenomenon aka “the sis zone”. when you know deep down inside that you have no good intentions, that a meaningful relationship or marriage is not on the horizon for you, why bother? Why confuse us with the meaningless conversations, taking hours of our lives that we can never get back? With the overt name calling: hey honey, sweetie, luv, babe and then to crown it all, hey sis…


I myself, I don’t need any more brothers. God gave me four, plus numerous cousins so I am good in the brother department! We invest emotions, mental energy, and feelings into these situationships. Never going forward or backward, always in limbo and then one day out of the blue you hit us with the I see you as my sister / best friend speech, sigh…

So Dear Mr. / brother indecisive, the next time you decide to hit a girl up, be sure you’re not doing it just because, and if you find that she isn’t what you are looking for, gracefully decline rather than let it linger for months and hit her with the its not you it’s me speech, or the I love you too much to date you speech, or any of those cliché over flogged speeches in your arsenal. I have four very lengthy names, you can call me by any of them, so no more luv, or babe or honey or sis, use my government name!😐

This is my diary after all so I am allowed to rant right?

*in Chris Brown’s voice* 🎵Please don’t sis me, and I won’t bro you. If you love me, make it official🎵…repeat till fade

All my ladies, if I have spoken for you say Aye!



Back and Better, Whole and Healed…


My people;

I am so sorry that once again I went MIA. It wasn’t intentional, I promise.  l meant to write, I really did but words failed me again and again so I just took a little break from it all. Life has taught me a couple of lessons over the past weeks that I didn’t ask for and certainly didn’t want to learn, all the things I had  been writing about battling with depression and finding joy came back to taunt me. I read those posts over and over but they didn’t help. If tears could solve anything, I would be problem and stress free, literally. But tears did not solve anything, they only left me with headaches and chest pains and no solutions. As if I wasn’t stressed enough, I woke up one morning to discover that my tooth broke while I was asleep, like actually broke into pieces, at that point I just gave up, I was done.

But I thank God for His love, and His friendship and His never ending grace because I wouldn’t be sitting here today writing this post if it wasn’t for Him. I have learned to pray for myself, to go to God and tell Him my woes instead of asking friends to pray for me. I have learned to depend solely on God because the people I found myself depending and leaning on also needed people to lean on as well and you can’t lean too much because as our people say, “lean on me no be press me die”.


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While I was busy letting the devil win and wallowing in depression, I had no clue the battle that God was fighting for me. Anyone who remotely knows me will testify to the fact that my mother is my best friend after God. So imagine my reaction when she called to tell me she had a close shave with death. I felt a million feelings at once, the most paramount of them being immense gratitude. What if I had lost my mum? All those other issues I was depressed about would have seemed like a needle dropping in a hay stack! Right there and then, my sorrows turned into joy and I finally saw the reasoning behind thanking God for all the things that He will and will not do.

So for all intents and purposes, I am back! And this is also my chance to say a heartfelt thank you to every one of you that reached out to me. I treasure those emails and it helped more than you’ll ever know… if you’re ever battling with depression or suicidal thoughts, please I beg of you pray. Pray and pray and pray and after praying call your mother, or your best friend, or email me I will reply swiftly. Don’t sit and let those thoughts overwhelm you, they are lies from the pit of hell and no matter how dark it gets, the sun will shine again.

Getting better from depression demands a lifelong commitment. I’ve made that commitment for my life’s sake and for the sake of those who love me.” -Susan Polis Schutz

What you believe is very powerful. If you have toxic emotions of fear, guilt and depression, it is because you have wrong thinking, and you have wrong thinking because of wrong believing.” -Joseph Prince