My Most Embarrassing Moment!…

 

I was rummaging through my stuff this evening and I stumbled across a journal from my teens. I didn’t even know I had it here with me and I was quite happy to find it, so I sat in my closet reading some of the entries and laughing at my typos and silly abbreviations and all my long emotional rants about boys but I stopped in my tracks when I flipped the page, the first line that jumped at me was THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE!!! I am pretty sure I read the whole page in one minute, it felt so good to read what my seventeen year old self had written. I wrote this particular journal in capital letters so it was pretty serious! So I thought I would share so that we could laugh at my seventeen year old self together.

I like to think that I was a serious minded teenager, I was very intent on passing my WAEC and GCE exams on my first try so I was doing a lot of studying at the time. Plus my sister ratted on me to my dad and showed him my stack of love letters (covering my face in shame) and my dad in his fury and rage chopped my long black, healthy mane of hair. He said the length of my hair was getting into my head. Oh! The nights I stayed up mourning my sudden unplanned baldness.

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As a teenager and probably till date, I copied my mum’s every move, after all the woman is my best friend! I learned to cook like her, make up like her and  even write like her. Yes, you guessed it my mum and I have very similar hand writings I could sign her checks lol, anyway at that time I was trying to copy her dress sense as well. So my cool cousin was having a party and she invited me. My mum of course stepped in as my fashion consultant and told me that I should wear a skirt suit and a hat since I was trying to cover my shaved head! Guys, a skirt suit and a leopard print hat, to a party that had only sixteen to twenty year olds, sigh. While I was dressing up I remember my aunt asking me if I was going to church or a party, but my mum had filled my head with how I was going to be the most decently dressed and that I was going to stand out from the crown who wore jeans. Boy did I stand out!

So off I went to this party, clad in my peep toes, slightly baggy navy blue suit and my leopard skin hat. I got to the party and I walked in, I will never forget the silence that descended on the room. Everyone went still for a couple of seconds and to my greatest shock laughter erupted around the room. I was still unsure why they were laughing till I looked around and saw that I was the square in the circle, the only suit in a sea of jeans… the rest of the party was a blur but as if the fact that I was mortified wasn’t enough, they had to play this hideous game called the devil’s basket.

So they asked this guy to pick three random girls and then to slap one, hug one and kiss one. When he pointed at me I thought well, how much more worse can it get? Little did I know. I watched him hug the first girl, kiss the second girl on the cheek, and before I had the time to process the fact that I was about to get slapped, a hot slap landed on my face. Now the slap in itself was not painful but the wave of humiliation that washed over me, was so intense it made me run to the door to get the hell out of there but unfortunately there was still more. In my haste to exit the party I didn’t see the stool in front of me so I fell, face flat on the ground,my skirt ripped and my hat fell off. Sigh, that was not my finest moment and that till date it’s the reason why I don’t wear skirt suits, why I still cant go to parties alone, or walk into a room full of people by myself and its the reason why I always ask for the dress code for every event I attend! Its funny now but back then, it wasn’t. I was so mad at my mum and everyone for weeks…

So that’s it guys! Straight from my journal. I would love to hear your most embarrassing stories as well, hit up the comments and let us laugh at our selves.

Side note: 101 posts, almost 200 followers and 6,000 views later, I just want to remind you guys how much you mean to me and to thank you all so much for reading my little old blog!

Have a blessed week!

It’s a good giggle to look back at yourself in your teens and in your 20s. You thought you were so fierce and fabulous, and it’s just embarrassing.”Tabatha Coffey

Imagine.

 

Dear Diary,

This has been on my mind for a while now. Why is it so hard to just be real these days? To actually say what we mean to say? When did we get to the point of suffering and smiling, of telling lies so easily instead of just calling it what it is?

Imagine.

Imagine a world where a guy and a girl have their first date and totally hate it, so instead of faking it  if they just told each other that they weren’t feeling it and called it a day. Not  letting a meaningless and clueless relationship form.  A relationship that will drag on for weeks and maybe months and not add any value, but waste time that cannot be recovered. Imagine a world where we tell ourselves and our friends the truth, rather than lying to them and giving them half hearted advice, telling them what they want to hear rather than telling them the truth that will make them better. Imagine a world where we didn’t have to tolerate one another.  A world where If you don’t like or regard someone, they do not have to be in your life, in your head space or on your social media! It is ok to unfollow them, or leave their life, rather than hanging around and acting like the friend you know you aren’t and then trashing them behind their backs.

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Imagine a world where people keep their word, where they do what they said they would do in the first place? Where it’s ok to say to no and not be hated for it. Imagine a world where you can voice your opinion when you don’t agree with something rather than nodding like zombies and accepting everything just so you can appear cool and be liked. where it is ok to call a spade a spade and not a big spoon.

Imagine a world where we live our life to please those who actually need to be pleased. A life that honors the God who gave us life and can take it, the parents who brought us into this world, and a few people that  matter. A world where we don’t have to bend over backwards to be liked…

It’s hard to imagine that the world will ever be like that, but I owe it to myself to start acting like it, and maybe you should too. To treat my own corner of the world like the precious place that it is, to dedicate my head space and mind and attention to the things that actually matter and have eternal value, to stop chasing the love and affections of people who don’t care, and to treat life like the priceless gift that it is because every minute wasted can never be regained.

Imagine.

Hungry Girl Pasta…

 

“…And some of them just might be recipes.” That line from the contact section of my blog has been haunting me of late. I started this blog in 2014 and I did intend to share my recipes with you but I never got around to it. To think that I completely forgot, and I cook quite a lot! So anyway I would very much like to start now and what better way to start than to share with you my fool proof hungry girl pasta, well also because I just made it and it was yum!

This is my go to recipe when I am really hungry or sick or homesick or in a rush because you can basically make it with ingredients that you have lying around the house and in the fridge. I have several pasta recipes that I will share but for now, let’s cook some hungry girl pasta shall we?

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Forgive my unprofessional photo

prep time 25 minutes

  • For this recipe you’ll need:
  • Any kind of pasta you have
  • Fresh tomatoes and pepper
  • Onions, carrots, and green peppers
  • Fresh garlic and ginger
  • sausages
  • A table spoon of butter
  • Chicken or any protein you have at hand
  • Seasoning cubes, salt, curry and thyme
  • Milk and cheese (optional)

How to…

This is a one pot meal and there is no serious method or strict preparation to it so this is my version of it.

  • Step 1: prep all your ingredients. Dice the garlic, sausages, ginger, onions, tomatoes, green pepper and red peppers into tiny pieces.
  • Step 2: cut the chicken into bite sized pieces, remove the skin and debone it if you can but if you can’t its fine. When you’re done, wash your hands thoroughly before you touch anything else because you’ve just handled raw meat.
  • Step 3: put the chicken in the pot along with all your diced ingredients, add some water, salt, seasoning cubes, curry and thyme and leave to boil. Allow it to boil a while because you want the chicken to absorb some of the stock before you add the milk.
  • Step 4: add the pasta right into the pot with the chicken and then add the milk until it slightly covers the pasta and the chicken. (You can use any kind of milk you have, even powdered milk dissolved in water) and if you don’t want to use milk you can just add water, I like milk because it makes it really creamy. Add the sausages and stir evenly and taste for seasoning, if it’s not seasoned to your taste, add whatever you think is missing.
  • Step 5: stir every five minutes, add a little milk or water if the pasta is still tough and if you have any cheese lying around, and toss it in as well. When it’s almost dry, add the carrots and don’t stir, allow the steam to cook it through so it still has a little crunch and voila! Hungry girl pasta is ready. I used smoked turkey for the recipe in this picture but it is still the same procedure for any kind of protein.

Try it out guys and let me know if you want me to share more recipes.