• Breakups can be painful, messy or even easy. But nothing is funnier than a  petty breakup. We asked eight Nigerian to share the pettiest reason they’ve broken up with someone over, and their answers left us in stitches.]

    Funke

    He never used to tamba (clean his bum with water after using the toilet), and he refused to do it even when I told him about it. I couldn’t deal with that, abeg.

    David

    Every single time I sat down to play FIFA, she’d find one reason or the other to immediately interrupt me. I mean, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She clearly didn’t like me.

    Steve

    She had a hugeeee head. I had never seen that kind of head in my life before. Like, it was fine until I started thinking about marriage. I couldn’t risk allowing my kids have that kind of head.

    Lanre

    She said Ghanaian jollof is better than Nigerian jollof. To be fair, I was already on my way out of the relationship but that was definitely the breaking point for me.

    Morayo

    He looked almost identical to one wicked teacher that tormented me in secondary school. I tried to ignore it at first, but I couldn’t. The relationship ended after three months.

    Ope

    He ate too much. That one on its own wasn’t even a problem, but every time I was eating, he’d start begging for my food. Like, he’d finish his own and still beg for my own again. The thing used to frustrate me.

    Faith

    I didn’t like his sister. She was my senior in secondary school, and she used to punish me all the time. We broke up shortly after I found out. I didn’t want anything to do with a family that could have that kind of witch.

    Anjola

    When we met, he had a beautiful beard. Then on our third date, he came to pick me up with a clean-shaven face. It was like I was looking at another person. I stopped picking his calls after that date.

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  • Becoming a Nigerian politician is a long and tedious process many people are unwilling to go through. But we’ve hacked it for you and broken it down into these 10 simple steps so that you can become a Nigerian politician and start living your best life.

    1. You have to start by becoming a political activist.

    Call out corrupt politicians on every platform possible and amass a large following. Renounce politics and all politicians because they are the devil’s spawn. Make it clear that you’d rather sell your kidney than become one of them.

    2. When you’ve become a very well known activist and a voice of the people, use your popularity to collect political appointment from the same people you were criticising.

    After you collect your appointment jump through hoops to defend your appointees and blame everything on the previous government. Rain is falling too much? The previous government embezzled the money that was meant to pay rainmakers to hold the rain.

    3. Now, start making promises that you have no intention of ever keeping.

    You will give Nigerians 24/7 light and free WiFi. You will build 20 schools in one week. You will reduce the exchange rate to $1 to ₦1. With you, corruption shall go to an early grave.

    4. As you progress in your political career decide whether it’s broom or umbrella you want to be carrying.

    There are 68 political parties in Nigeria but you know the fastest way to get a post is to carry broom or umbrella.

    5. Next find yourself a godfather or godmother to sponsor your career.

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    You think political campaigns are cheap? Better be ready to drop it down low so you can get sponsorship.

    6. Practice your fighting skills especially if you are gunning for a place in the National Assembly.

    Maybe ask Uncle Dino for some tips.

    7. You have to show Nigerians that you are one of them.

    You might be worth millions of (laundered) naira but that doesn’t mean you will stop taking okada or buying corn on the road like the average Nigerian.

    The script is to act like you feel their plight, so get in character and act like your life depends on it.

    8. As a politician you also need to get yourself security by whatever means.

    Hire cultists, militants or religious extremists. What’s your business if they end up becoming a terrorist group because you funded them.

    9. You have to get your wardrobe on check too. Get a tailor to sew plenty agbadas for you.

    Only make white. White is the colour of serious politicians.

    10. Once a year share bags of rice to a few people and take a thousand pictures.

    Bathroom slippers too isn’t a bad idea. Depends on the kind of message you intend to pass.

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    Any time Nigerians accuse you of not doing your job publish the pictures online to show them that you are a very hardworking politician.

    Now that we’ve shown you the way go forth and flourish as the baby girl or baby boy politician we know you have the potential to be.


  • Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

    Whenever a public proposal video where the woman says no surfaces on the internet, it’s usually followed by a litany of assumptions about the cruelty of the woman. No one ever seems to ask why the woman turned down the proposal. Was she unsuspecting? Or not ready to marry? Did she not love him? Or did she not just want to get married? 

    This week I ask 4 women who said no to public proposals a simple question – why? 

    He blindsided me – Funbi 25

    We had been dating for exactly 11 months. I was 21, and he was 30. When we started dating, he said he wanted to marry soon. And I made it crystal clear to him I was nowhere near ready and wouldn’t be for a couple of years. I was only 21, for goodness’ sake. Every couple of months he’d bring it up, and I’d tell him I wasn’t looking to get married until I was at least 26. He’d say he loved me enough to wait and that he understood.

    The month before he proposed, he had already told his family without saying a word to me. His younger sister who was my friend told me about because she knew my stance on the marriage issue. When I confronted him about it, he said that his younger sister misinformed me. That he had only told his family that I was the woman he intended to marry in the future. The explanation didn’t sit too well with me, but I accepted it. The next month was my birthday. He threw a big surprise party with most of his family and my friends. The only person who had met him in my family was my sister, and she wasn’t there. After they brought out the cake, a saxophone player came out. I thought it was part of the party only for him to get down on one knee. I bent down to whisper the no in his ear. That he should please stand up so we could go talk about it somewhere private. Baba refused to stand up, he said would not take no for an answer. So I walked out. When I got home, I texted him that we were done. I felt no pity for him because I felt like what he did was very manipulative. 

    It wasn’t the right time for us – Seyi, 28 

    I loved him deeply, and I wanted to say yes, but it wasn’t the right time for us to get married and I had told him before he proposed. We had been dating for about 6 years, most of which was in our university days. As at the time he proposed, he was in-between jobs, and I was working at a dead place collecting eighty thousand naira per month.

    The first time we had the marriage conversation, it came up naturally. We talked about how much we loved each other and wanted to devote ourselves to each other. It was very sweet. A couple of weeks after he started asking me what type of ring I wanted. I told him to calm down, that there was no need for a ring or a proposal yet. Because once we did that, our families would start pressuring us to get married. The month after we had that conversation, he got a high-paying job. He had not even collected his first salary when he planned with some of my friends to get me to a private room in a restaurant for a surprise proposal.

    When I got there, there were about ten people, 3 or 4 of his friends and 5 of mine. He already had ‘will you marry me’ balloons and roses set out. Before he could even get on one knee or bring out the ring, I took him aside and told him we had talked about this and agreed to wait. He said we did, but he had gotten a great job now, so what was the problem. I asked him, ‘Me nko? You think when I was saying I want us to be set in life, I was only talking about you?’ He got pretty upset and his friends had to take him home to calm him down. I and my friends sat down to eat the food that we were supposed to use to celebrate. I let him cool off for a couple of days before going to see him. I knew the biggest problem was just that his ego was bruised. We are still dating now and we’ll probably marry next year. 

    I was pregnant; I said no – Kate, 30 

    This happened when I was 25. I was seeing one of those men so foolish that everyone in my life complained about him. We weren’t even dating seriously; we were pretty much just fooling around regularly. That was how I got pregnant. When I told him he pulled a ‘Are you sure I’m the father?’ Followed by a ‘So what do you want to do about it? Abort it? That was when I truly understood the depth of his foolishness.

    A week after he came back to beg that he was sorry, and he wanted to be involved in the baby’s life. I told him no problem. By then I had already told my family that I was pregnant. I had also told them that the father of the child wasn’t interested in raising the child. So they didn’t even bother looking for him. When I told my mum he had come back to declare interest in the child, she didn’t even want to hear it. After declaring that he was ready to take part in the child’s life, he ghosted for another three months.

    Only for him to come one day with his mother and an uncle to tell me he thinks we should get married. It was very clear that his mother was the one pulling the strings, and I told them to fuck off. It wasn’t a public proposal the way you see it in the movies, but he really came with family members to my family home. I know he was expecting the presence of family to pressure me. Thankfully, my family was firmly on my side. My baby girl is it 5 now and the idiot that wanted to get married has only seen her twice this year. 

    He tried to propose after he cheated – Kemi 28

    We had been dating for two years when I found out he was cheating in the worst of ways. He had dumped his side chick for another side chick, so the first side chick decided to come to me as a woman. I confronted him, he begged, he cried and promised it would never happen again, for some reason I stayed but the relationship wasn’t the same and he could tell. I became more withdrawn from him and would get paranoid whenever he went out at night. I finally talked about it with him and told him we needed to find a way to work through our issues or just end things already.

    Instead of him to work on putting to bed my trust issues, he decided to propose. He did it at his apartment with a couple of mutual friends present. I walked in to find him already on one knee. It was seeing him at that moment with his stupid friends who knew he was cheating standing around him; I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. I mumbled ‘No, I’m sorry’ and entered his bedroom. He came after me looking genuinely confused. He said cheating on me, and my finding out made him realize how much he couldn’t do without me. I told him it made me realize that I could do better than him. And I picked up my bag and walked out of his house. He kept begging and sending his friends to beg, but I still said no. Once people heard that we were done, so-called friends started telling me about how he was cheating with one person or the other from the very beginning of our relationship. He’s engaged now, and I genuinely pity the girl.


  • Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

    For the woman in this week’s What She Said, choosing to marry a 61-year-old man who already had three wives when she was 27, was a much easier decision for her than many people would think. She’s 29 now and walks us through the unique dynamics of her married life, her lack of regrets and life in general.

    What’s the beginning of your story?

    I guess I should start with how we met. It wasn’t love at first sight. He was my younger sister’s boss when she was doing NYSC. He was very invested in her wellbeing and asked to meet her parents. We even thought he was trying to toast her. The day he came I happened to be at home, he was very polite. He brought food and money, chatted with my parents for a couple of minutes, and then stood up to take his leave. I walked him out so I could thank him again for taking care of my sister and for the things he brought. It was a time where things were tight for the family. Things are always tight, but that’s a story for another day. Anyway, after I thanked him I told him if he knew anyone that was hiring he should please send me their way. I had been job seeking for almost two years with no luck. He said no problem and asked for my number, and that’s how we started chatting. 

    Did you date?

    We chatted for a couple of weeks, then we started seeing each other. But it wasn’t a secret affair. He wasn’t trying to hide me or anything. I would go with him to parties or office functions, things like that. But anytime he wanted us to be together, he’ll take me to one of his guest houses. He never took me home, and he never mentioned his wives. I knew he was married, but I didn’t know he had three wives. Eleven months after we met, he told me he wasn’t a child anymore and he couldn’t be doing all the playing around we were doing. That was when he told me he had three wives and he wanted me to be the fourth. 

    How did you react? 

    Before I met him, marriage was not on my horizon at all. I had dumped one yeye boyfriend I had, and I was not looking for any man to stress me. The fact that I was not thinking about my marriage at all, coupled with the fact that he now even wanted me to be a fourth wife, made me hesitate. I told him I needed to sleep on it and pray about it. After a week I realised the thought of it wasn’t as scary as when he first told me, so I told him yes. 

    Would you say you were in love with him?

    Which love? I don’t hate him, in fact, I’m fond of him, but if it’s that foolish type of love I used to feel for small small boyfriends that year, I don’t think so. The kind that will make me be cooking for a man that’s cheating on me. God forbid I use my eyes to see that kind of love again. Does anyone even marry for love?

    Why did you say yes to his proposal?

    It was just the sensible thing to do. This was a good and responsible man that was taking very good care of me. He was kind; he wasn’t abusive; he was already taking care of a lot of my family responsibilities. He was sending money to my parents twice a month and paying the last born’s school fees. This year he was the one who renewed the rent on my parent’s house. Saying yes was just the sensible thing to do. 

    You said he was kind, has that changed since you’ve been married 

    Not in the least bit. He’s not as sweet as he used to be when he was chasing me. Ah that time what didn’t he tell me. The only thing remaining was for him to tell me that he was going to make me the queen of England. But other than that, he hasn’t let me down. He promised me a life of stability and comfort, and that’s what I have. 

    Did your parents oppose the marriage?

    My mother was supportive from the very beginning. She knew he was a very kind man, and he had already been helping the family out. It was my father that wasn’t having it, he even threatened to disown me that I’m a prostitute. But I wasn’t fazed by anything he said. When it’s not as if he’ll marry me. His biggest problem wasn’t even the fact that he was 61. It was that I had to convert. It’s not as if we were strong Christians, but he didn’t like Muslims. When I told my husband, he just told me not to worry that he’ll talk to him. Till today I don’t know what he said to my father o, but he gave his blessing that very day. 

    You didn’t have a problem with converting?

    Like I said we were not strong Christians like that. Before I got married I hadn’t even stepped inside a church in two years. But he’s also not a strong Muslim like that. I didn’t have to cover my hair or change the way I dress or anything. The only difference is that I have a Muslim name now, but I don’t use it I still use my first name. He doesn’t even like it when people call him Alhaji, mostly because it makes him feel old sha.

    What about friends and other families?

    There was nothing I didn’t hear from those ones. That I’m a gold digger, that I’m marrying for money. I told them it’s better for me to be all those things than for me to be dying in poverty like them. Some of my friends stopped speaking to me but as far I was concerned it was good riddance. When it wasn’t as if I killed someone or destroyed somebody’s marriage. 

    What surprises people who don’t know you the most?

    Asides my age that I’m educated. When his friends first heard of me, they were expecting to see a village girl when they met me. I was born and raised in Lagos. I went to Unilag; I have a degree in Microbiology.

    How’s life with the other wives?

    The other three wives don’t stay with us, so I only get to see them during family events. The first wife is in England with her children and grandchildren, the second wife is in Ibadan because that’s where he married her and put her. He does a lot of business in Ibadan, when he goes there he stays with her. The third wife is in Lagos here with us. When they were dating, he put her in an apartment and she just never left. He goes to see her every other weekend. So it’s just me in the main house with him.

    The first time I met two out of the three wives, I was expecting drama. I didn’t leave his side the whole day until they told all the women to sit together. The second wife was very warm. She gisted with me and told me about how she met our husband, then asked me about how I met him. The third wife was very cold, but she didn’t cause any trouble for me at all. 

    What’s having stepchildren like at your age

    I’m not anybody’s stepmother, please o. His two children from his first wife are older than me. Are those the people I want to form stepmother for? I’m not even sure how many children he has and I don’t want to know they are not my business. Sometimes one or two come to the house to ask for money or spend a week or two. I just let them be to avoid any insult. If I see them they greet me, that’s all. 

    Whatever happened to that job you asked for? 

    He found one for me o, with a friend of his. It was glorified secretary work, but that wasn’t the problem. The friend started disturbing me. If I pass by his table, he will touch my waist or touch my bum bum. When I finally told my husband, he called the man to abuse him thoroughly. I just stopped going to work from that day. 

    Do you work now?

    No, I don’t. I was working on opening a makeup and skincare store before this Coronavirus thing started. I’ve already gotten the space, but all the things I ordered to stock up have been delayed. Some have started coming in now, so I’m optimistic that by the end of the year everything will be ready.

    Would you have had it any other way? Maybe married a younger man if your life was different?

    I don’t know; I don’t think so. Age is honestly a number, shey I was dating younger men before I met him they were bringing me nothing more than suffering. There’s nothing any other man can do for me that my husband isn’t already doing. Yes, my comfort and my family’s comfort was one of the biggest motivators for my marriage, but I would have done it, regardless. He’s a very caring man, he doesn’t take care of me just financially, he really cares for my wellbeing too.


  • Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

    The subject of this week is a 55-year-old woman who opted for early retirement this year. And is spending most of her time with her husband, children and just stopping to smell the roses. We talked about sex, financial advice, feminism and everything in between.

    If you got in a time capsule, what’s the first thing you’d tell 25 years old you.

    To wait small before she gets married. Not that I have any regrets, I got married at 21 and we’ll be celebrating our 34th anniversary later this year. Next year is 35, we’ll throw a big party. But getting married delayed my career. I’d have peaked sooner if I hadn’t. I had four children, and I didn’t start working until the fourth one was in primary school. Then, the order of things for many women like me was finding a good husband, raising a family and then maybe pursuing a career. The last part wasn’t compulsory. I see many young women doing the last these days and it makes me happy. Interestingly, I also see fewer women doing the first.

    What do you think about it? By my age, you were married, but I don’t see it happening for me for several years.

    No one gets married at 21 these days, and no one should. When my daughter turned 21, I remember having a conversation with her. I told her to take her time looking for a husband. Marrying a useless man will derail your life in unprecedented ways. So be very picky. It doesn’t matter if you get married at 25, 30 or even 35, the most important thing is that it’s to a very good man.

    Is there anything you’d have liked to do at my age that you never did?

    Not really. You people seem so full of energy. Things were slower paced then. I’d have made some bolder choices here and there, but I can’t think of a specific thing. Put my foot down about certain things more often. But my biggest dreams as at the time I was entering university was getting married. Getting a degree served to increase my prospects. I’m not as short-sighted now and we live in different times, but that was how it was.

    How does feminism in our age look to you?

    It gladdens my heart. Women your age are bold, maybe sometimes too bold, but in general, you have a fire in you, you would only find in a handful of women when I was at that age. But one thing you ladies forget is that it didn’t start with you. You are only picking up from where we left off.

    My daughter gets in very spirited arguments with me over certain things and it usually ends with ‘mummy you can’t understand you are old’. I tell her, ‘I’m 55 but feminism is no stranger to me’. My father had 15 children, 9 of them were boys. He put us all through secondary school when it came time for me to go to university, he said I didn’t need it. My mother wasn’t having it, I wasn’t having it. A woman of my pedigree won’t have to fight for that sort of thing now.

    What’s the best career advice you could give me?

    Follow a conventional career path. There are all sorts of career paths these days, and they might seem new and exciting. But will they stand the test of time? Can you see yourself doing it for decades? The most fascinating one I’ve heard of is being a Youtuber. That’s creating videos for YouTube only. My son says it classifies as a career, I asked him, would that still be relevant when you are a 45-year-old man with a family?


    If you have a good job in a place where you see yourself growing for a very long time, stay there even if the pay is low. Money is not the most important thing when you are in your 20s. My kids fight me on this. They say the structures we had in place to support that in my time are gone, but I stand by this.

    What concerns should I have about getting older?

    How old are you?

    25

    Right now, none. You shouldn’t even be thinking at all about getting older, you should just be living your life. I still felt like a 22-year-old when I turned 35, then I turned 36 blinked and suddenly I was 50.

    I don’t want kids. It’s something my heart is set on, but everyone says I’ll regret it. What do you think?

    I have four and they are my pride and joy. I think I love my children to death, but I could have still lived a very full and happy life if they weren’t in it. It would just be a different life, but I don’t think I’d have been miserable. You know I had a friend who never got married, never had children. Wait, actually I think she got married once in her 40s, but it didn’t last two minutes. If I were to judge a book by its cover, I’d say she’s as happy as a lark. I have friends whose children bring them nothing but sorrow and those whose children bring them nothing but joy. To each their own. But the key to your happiness doesn’t lie with your children. But I would say to you, never say never. Children are a gift and when raised right they’ll make you very happy.

    What’s one thing I should learn now?

    How to deal with loss. The older you get, the more loss you experience, it’s biology. I lost my mother first, when she died I didn’t eat or sleep well for months. I cried all the time, and it severely affected my health. My husband had to report me to the rest of my family that I was trying to join my mother in the grave. By the time my father died, I didn’t cry until a week after the burial. If you let every loss you experience consume you, you’ll stop living.

    Could we talk about sex?

    I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. What do you want to know about sex?

    Well, I think I know the fundamentals, but how’s your sex life? Are you still sexually active?

    Yes, I am. In fact, I think I had this conversation with my daughter and one of my sons last year and when I said I was still having sex with their father they started squealing and squirming like an earthworm, they put salt on. So I asked them, what is it you think we do behind closed doors all day – my husband is also retired -. They said reading, gisting and sleeping. Then I asked them if that’s what they do with the opposite sex behind closed doors, and they started squealing and squirming again.

    So you are saying all you do is have sex now that you are retired?

    You are not serious. My kids were right, there’s a lot of reading, gisting and sleeping but I’d say that we’ve been more sexually this year than in the last couple of years. We enjoy having sex with each other. It’s not as acrobatic as it used to be and sometimes it lasts 5 minutes before we both collapse in exhaustion. But it’s fascinating to me that you people think sexual urges will just disappear with age.

    What’s the best dating advice you could give me?

    Don’t jump around too many men first of all for the same reasons your mother must have told you by now. Sexual health, unwanted pregnancies and such. But also because men age you. For every man you engage, a forehead wrinkle awaits you in the future.

    On becoming more spiritual with age.

    It’s hard not to draw near to God as you get older. You’ll go through so many unexplainable things that the only option you’ll have is to seek out a higher power that will guide you through. I didn’t grow up spiritual at all. My family couldn’t decide what they wanted to be. One minute we were Christian, the next we were Muslim. I’m Christian now but it doesn’t matter where you pitch your tent, draw closer to God now, don’t wait to get older. Your life can be cut short at any moment.

    You seem to be in very good health, what’s the secret

    There’s none, it’s just by chance. Eat well and exercise, but I can’t tell you that I do any of those things religiously. The truth is, you could be as healthy as horse one day and the next day cancer is ravaging your body. Your health really lies in the hands of God, so pray more.

    What’s the best financial advice you could give me?

    I love this question, and it’s simple. Have your own money, by whatever means. It’s so important, women get married and start saying things like ‘my husband said I shouldn’t work, I should take care of the kids’. That’s fine, but you had better be running a side business at home. Squirrel away as much money as you can as often as you can. If you are married to the kind of man that would buy you everything on this part but not give you money, first of all, know that’s a wicked man who doesn’t have your best interest at heart.

    Second, sell the things he buys for you. If he buys you gold, sell it and replace it with panda. You can’t be wearing gold when you have nothing in your bank account. If you have to leave the marriage in a hurry, you might not be able to carry your gold. I know a woman who left a 23-year-old marriage with only the clothes on her back. So have your own money always.

    You look fantastic for your age and I’d really like to add photos of you to this interview.

    Please, no. I look like this because my enemies don’t have the opportunity to feast their eyes on me often.

  • Now more than ever it’s important for us to keep healthy and get our nutrition right. It’s not enough to just say we are exercising and eating and fruits and vegetables, we have to do it. While there are some fruits I could happily eat for the rest of my life, there are some you couldn’t pay me to eat. I’ve ranked the most popular of them in Nigeria from worst to best 

    Paw Paw 

    I’ve never been able to place what my problem with Paw Paw is, but I absolutely can’t stand it. If you were to make an objective list of sweet fruits, you might include Paw Paw, but you couldn’t pay me to eat it. Its texture is so weird, it’s even worse when it has gone soft. And tastes even nastier in any other form or paired with any other fruit. Can you imagine drinking Paw Paw juice? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

    Guava

    I don’t get Guavas. For such a small fruit, why are there so many seeds in it? Why is it so hard? Why does it make my teeth feel so weird every time I eat it? But most importantly, who in the world likes them?

    Watermelon

    I don’t know why anyone would go through the stress of cutting open a watermelon taking out the seeds and eating it when you can just drink water. Not to mention the added stress of having to spit out the seeds you missed with every bite. And what’s your reward after all this? Pretty much just slightly flavoured water that you can somehow chew. 2/10 will not recommend.

    Orange

    Is it weird to love orange juice but kind of dislike oranges as a fruit? I find eating an orange to be unnecessarily stressful when I can just squeeze the juice out and drink the best part straight up. Yes, I know eating the entire thing is good for you, but I’ll pass. 

    Apple

    Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think apples are anyone’s favourite fruit. They are not the worst fruit, but they aren’t the best fruit. Apples are what I buy when I’ve been sitting in traffic for too long and the fear of diabetes won’t let me buy my tenth pure bliss. Also, green apples taste better than red apples don’t debate this.

    Mango

    I love mangoes. My problem with them is that for me to enjoy a mango it has to be many things. It has to be very firm so I can cut it into slices. If it’s even a little soft, I can’t eat it. It can’t be Cherry Mango because I find them a little too sweet. The skin can’t be too thin and it has to be sizable because I have no interest in eating around the seed until the hairs are completely white. 

    Pineapple

    Here’s my problem with pineapples asides the fact that they are a little stressful to peel. I can never tell the difference between the sweet and tart ones. I know some people are senseis with this and all they need to do is smell it. But I can’t. And I get very angry when I go through the stress of peeling a pineapple and getting slapped with tartness when I’m expecting sweetness. 

    Agbalumo

    Agbalumos only flaw is that it doesn’t grow year-round. It’s an absolute travesty that year after year we get to revel in its glory for only a couple of months. While I might not know how to pick a sweet pineapple, I have an eye for Agbalumo. The trick is the darker the skin, the sweeter the juice. You know your Agbalumo is perfect when it’s so sweet that you had to chew the skin into gum too.

    Avocado 

    Avocados are not really a fan favourite and I get why. But I’m here to convince you to give Avocado a chance. They may not be the sweetest fruits, but everything in your life need not be sweet. Avocados are purposely bland to give you an opportunity to create what you want from it. You can eat it with bread or fish and it really bangs with dry garri, thank me later. 

    Banana

    Banana is a perfect fruit. I can’t say we expected anything less from an offshoot of plantain. They are completely fuss-free. All you need to do is peel and eat. They are sweet. They go with everything from rice to groundnut. What’s not to love? P.S. if you’ve never eaten banana with rice you need to fix that ASAP.


  • Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

    How market now?

    My sister I day o. Market isn’t booming right now but in all things we thank God.

    How bad is it?

    Things have even started to pick up now. But you see that March and April, it was a real struggle.  Those were the hardest months I’ve had in many years. Even people that had already dropped their cloth with me were not calling me anymore. I was the one chasing people to come and collect their cloth so I can collect my balance, but they weren’t answering me. I’ll call and call from morning till night they won’t pick their calls. The ones that managed to pick, told me to hold their cloth till further notice, that where are they wearing it to. 

    Sounds like tables turned?

    But you know me now, I’m not that kind of tailor.  See I can’t lie to you, everyone lies, but in this life, I can never ignore you. It’s very bad for business. A customer cannot be calling me from morning to night and I won’t pick their calls. It’s even risky. It’s that type of thing that used to make people come to your shop with police. And I don’t like wahala.

    When you say everyone lies…

    I used to lie because customers don’t like to hear the truth. I’ll tell you that the cloth you want to sew will take two weeks, you’ll tell me you want to wear it in two days. When you know that no one can sew that kind of cloth in two days. Then I’ll tell you what you want to hear that the cloth will be ready in two days.  So that one I can confess to you, I usually lie, even you sef you know. But it’s still better for you to lie than to ignore the person completely. At least you will know that I’m working on the cloth and I haven’t run away with your money. 

    I’m curious, what’s the worst lie you’ve ever told a customer? Do you remember?

    There was one that I did last year, that I had to call the customer’s sister to help me beg her. See what happened. She brought one style that people usually use crepe to sew for me to sew with lace. As she brought it I told her sister they don’t use lace for this thing. She now started getting angry that if I don’t want to sew for her, I should give her her cloth let her be going. In this life that’s one thing you must never do, it’s like throwing money away. 

    Do everything to keep your customers coming back. So when I collected the cloth, I thought to myself, I can still use trial and error to get the style. Only for her to call me two days later that the lace is 70,000 naira and I should make sure I don’t waste it. My sister, I didn’t cut the cloth again o. Anytime I want to cut the cloth I’ll remember I don’t have 70,000 naira to give anybody. But I couldn’t just call her to come and collect her cloth, so I started posting her. The bad thing I now did was that I’ll be telling her it’s almost ready. Until she came to carry her material back. 

    But how does that help you keep a customer? 

    It’s better for the customer to think I didn’t have time to sew her cloth than for her to think I don’t know how to sew. If I had cut the cloth and sewn rubbish in this life, she’ll never come back to me again. But as I didn’t sew it, she’ll see my number on her phone one day when she’s looking for a tailor and remember that she hasn’t tried me yet and then bring cloth for me to sew. It had happened many times. This particular customer I’m talking about, she still came back almost a year after. She’s a regular customer now. 

    How did you start sewing?

    I came to Lagos as a house girl in 2008. My madam, may her soul rest in perfect peace, asked my elder sister for someone to help her clean. By that time my elder sister was already in Lagos working with another madam, so she sent for me. When I entered Lagos, we negotiated salary she told me she would either give me 5,000 Naira a month or give me 2,500 Naira and put me somewhere to be learning trade or to be going to school. So I told her she should give me the 2,500 that I want to learn to sew. It’s not as if I even had an interest in sewing before then, it was my madam that really took out time to explain all the things I can learn and I chose to sew. So she took me to her tailor to learn. Her tailor wasn’t one of those pangolo tailors, she was a big madam with plenty machines. I learned how to do everything there up to embroidery. I stayed with my madam and the woman for 7 years until I met my husband.

    What came next?

    By that time I had already finished learning work. I went to my madam and I told her that I wanted to marry and I didn’t want to keep doing house girl work inside the marriage. She told me she understands that she won’t even let me. Then I now told her that I even wanted to do freedom from my sewing madam and start my own shop. My madam carried this thing on her head, she helped me do freedom party and was even the one that helped me pay half of the money for my first shop in Pako. After I left all her daughters cloth, she’ll be bringing them for me to sew. Before she died, I had started sewing her own cloth too. 

    What has been your biggest challenge with your business over the years?

    I’ve not had many stumbling blocks in life. God has been good to me, always sending me a helper at every turn. The only stumbling block I’ve had in life was my husband. Two years after I got married, he started displaying madness. I was going up and down looking for customers for my sewing business. Looking for money to expand my shop and he was telling me to sit at home. I told him I can’t sit at home, that it was not as if he was even making enough money to take care of both of us. That was how he started telling everyone that I’m a useless woman, that I was disrespecting him in his own house. House that I even paid the rent for the year he threw me out. 

    Before then if I came back late from work he will lock the door and tell me to go back to where I was coming from. I’ll start trekking from Bariga back to my shop in Pako to sleep. Sometimes I’ll sleep before I wake up he would have taken all the money that was inside my bag. So I started hiding my money in the shop. One day we had a very serious argument, and I really gave it to him hot. He threw all my things out on the road, but even if he didn’t throw me out, me sef I’ll have left that day. I was tired. I slept in my shop for four months before I got one small self-con. 

    That must have been very hard

    It was very hard, I will arrange all the material inside the shop on one bench to sleep. Till today I thank God that he didn’t give me any child inside that marriage because my suffering would have been double. 

    Did you want children?

    I did o. We tried and tried, but I wasn’t getting pregnant. That was one of the things that used to contribute to our fights. He said I was preventing myself from getting pregnant because I wanted to focus on my business. 

    Are you still at the shop at Pako?

    Ah I’ve left there since it’s entering 5 years this year. I now have another shop in Sabo it’s three times the size of the Pako shop. I only had one machine in Pako. That time, if I wanted to do embroidery, I’ll leave my shop. If I wanted to do hemming, I’ll leave my shop. There were even some materials that if I used my machine to sew, it would spoil them. Let’s just thank God for God. I have one small land in Ikorodu that I’ve put foundation on so they won’t steal it. When I finish building it, I’ll rent it out, because I can’t move there. My business is here. 

    What’s next for you? 

    I want to continue expanding my shop. I have two girls that are helping me now. When they came they didn’t even know the difference between chiffon and silk. Now they can almost sew as well as me. So I want to get a bigger shop where I’ll be doing proper training for people that want to learn to sew. This my shop is too small for that. 

    And your personal life?

    I’m happy with my life like this o. Since I left my husband I’ve not faced man at all, I don’t have the energy. When I want to play with children, I collect my sister’s children. If God wants to drop husband in my life, my hand is open but I’m not going to look for. 

  • To the dismay of my rapidly expanding waistline, I’m the biggest bread fan. I consume it almost daily, in all of its many glorious forms, from sliced to Agege. One of the most important things to ensure the optimal enjoyment of bread is carefully selecting the accompaniment to go with it. There are several options, and I’ve ranked them from worst to best.

    Bread & sardine

    My beef isn’t with the pairing but with sardine itself. Sardines seem like the type of food one should only consume as a necessity. Like if there is a gun to your head, or a zombie apocalypse had happened. Or you know, you are in a worldwide lockdown because of a global pandemic. But only then. Just so it’s clear my barely concealed distaste for this pairing extends to the travesty that is sardine bread.

    Bread & corned beef

    For me, corned beef belongs at the bottom of the same bin you’d find sardine in. There is no situation you find yourself in that makes eating bread and corned beef ok. That includes boarding school and NYSC camp. Corned beef stew isn’t a better alternative either.

    Bread & tea

    Say what you want about people who like to dunk chunks of bread in tea, but it can be oddly comforting in certain circumstances. Like on a very rainy day or when you’ve just gone through a breakup and your salty tears keep rolling into your tea, giving it an extra oomph.

    Bread & fried egg

    Bread and fried eggs aren’t the worst pairings, in fact, it’s standard. But it isn’t the best pairing either and life is too short for you to not indulge in the best. Plus, if you are going to consume all those carbs, you might as well make it worth it.

    Bread & beans

    When I say beans, I’m not talking about your regular sad pot of beans, I’m talking about the only form in which boiled beans should exist – Ewa Agoyin. If you live in Lagos and are trying to find the best Agoyin spot, I’ve got you. Quick enjoyment tip, make a hole in your bread, spoon in your Ewa Agoyin and top it up with some pieces of overripe plantain. You’ll thank me later.

    Bread & akara

    Bread and Akara you make yourself is alright. But for some reason, it just tastes better when you buy the Akara from a street hawker and collect it in an old newspaper that the oil from the Akara will soak through. Forget Bread and Akara, that’ s the best kind of Akara, period.

    Bread & stew

    Eating bread and fish stew for breakfast is one of my fondest boarding school memories. I always thought it was one of the more elite breakfast options. Imagine my surprise when I found out it bangs even more when the stew isn’t 80% water and there are actual fish chunks in it, not just a faint hint of fish.

    Bread & Suya

    Bread and Suya is an elite combination, and here’s the perfect way to enjoy it. First, the bread has to be Agege bread, sliced bread could do if you are in a pinch. The Suya has to be hot and fresh if you don’t know where to get that, try these spots. To wrap it up, put your Suya in and toast it in a pan until the edges are crisp.

    Bread & egg sauce

    When it comes down to it, nothing goes more perfectly with bread than eggs. But if you are shooting for true perfection, you can’t settle for just any style of eggs, it has to be spicy egg sauce. The type that will go perfectly with anything from yam to rice if you dare.

  • What qualities do you seek in a romantic partner? Good looks, loyalty, openness? And what qualities do you absolutely detest? Lies, dishonesty, disrespect? For the woman in this week’s ‘What She Said’, lies are her biggest relationship deal-breaker. Which is why she can’t seem to understand why she has only dated the biggest liars of all – internet scammers. 


    Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. 

    We’ve barely started the interview and your dating life already seems…well interesting. 

    Just say that it’s upside down with your chest, me too I agree. It’s funny how I’m talking to you about this instead of going to look for a pastor to help me do deliverance. Because at this point it’s beyond me. My village people are clearly following me. The women in my family kuku don’t know how to pick sensible men and that includes my mother when she picked my father. So I guess this is my cross to bear for life. 

    What happened with your father?

    He just woke up one day when I was I think six or seven and followed another woman. No warning at all, he just packed his bags and left the house. We were staying in a house that belonged to my mum’s family, I’m guessing that’s the only reason he didn’t send us packing. The next time I heard from him I was 20, the woman he followed had left him. He said she jazzed him and the scales had fallen from his eyes. My mum told him she would rather die than let him back into her house and I agreed with her. I don’t think about him, I don’t know how he’s doing or where he is in life. He’s dead to me, but every time I remember that he exists I just start laughing. Like how can someone be so useless in life? 

    Are you talking about just you and your mum when you said women in the family?

    No o. Her younger sister has four children and three baby daddies and is currently not living with any of them. One of her older sisters is living with her second husband but she might as well be a widow because he’s completely useless. In fact, he’s even a liability because she’s the one fending for the whole family including the useless man. 

    And what’s your story?

    Where do I even want to start with this thing? I’m 27 years old, and it was this year I realised that I have a type and it is internet scammers. It’s funny because if you ask me what my deal breakers are in a relationship I’ll tell you cheating and lying but somehow I keep finding myself dating the biggest liars of all – yahoo boys. 

    How did it start?

    You might not believe me, I’m not even sure I believe myself but I wasn’t targeting them. I had my first boyfriend at 19, he was 31 and all I knew was that he was very successful. He was one of those rags to riches stories in our neighbourhood and everyone knew him. But we just knew him as a successful businessman. Funny enough his name was Tunji* Plus. But I thought it was because he had many BDCs. Now if I see anybody with plus or wire in their name, I know that their ways are not pure. 

    When did you realise he was a fraudster? 

    Not in the relationship funny enough, I think I was already even out of my second relationship when someone randomly came to gist me that EFCC had carried Tunji* Plus. I was still asking ‘what happened?’ ‘What did he do?’. The person kept giving me this ‘who are you forming for look?’. Like you didn’t know he was a yahoo boy when you were dating him but I actually didn’t. 

    What about your second relationship? 

    I was 22. I can’t remember how we met but I think it was in school. He wasn’t even going to my school but he used to come around a lot. I first started suspecting when I met his friends. They weren’t like him at all he was very quiet and didn’t talk much. But they were very loud, they used to wear Gucci this and Louis Vuitton that. We would go clubbing Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And in each club, they would legit drop millions of naira. They were the type of yahoo boys that had it written on their faces. They were even proud of it, they didn’t hide it. They will be talking about how one client has clicked in front of me. Once you hear client just know it’s someone they want to maga. 

    Did you ever ask him what he did for a living?

    I never asked him directly if he was a yahoo boy but he never said he was. When I asked him what he did for a living he said he was into real estate. He also used to manage some artistes. 

    How did the relationship end?

    He dumped me o, for one mixed-race girl like this. The day I even saw the girl I couldn’t vex too much because she looked like Beyonce. Funny thing is I really liked him. He was very sweet and very generous. You know that ‘I want it I got it’ Tik Tok video, that’s how it was with him. Before I say I want… he would have already bought the thing I was thinking about. I still have some of the designer bags and clothes he bought for me. 

    Who came next?

    Bentley came next. Everyone called him Bentley because he used to say when he blows he would buy a Bentley. I’m still not sure if he was a yahoo boy or just one by association. Bentley’s elder brother was a confirmed yahoo boy this was something everyone knew, he was on the streets completely. But Bentley himself I’m still not sure, he was wearing the designer things and driving a Benz but I don’t know if he was just borrow posing with his brother’s things or if he was also doing wire. It wasn’t a serious relationship at all, he just wore me down with enjoyment. He was chasing me for a while and he bought me plenty of things. Once I said yes the relationship did not last three months. We just drifted apart. 

    It doesn’t seem like the fact that they were criminals influenced any of your breakups.

    I have two mouths I can’t lie. I think the way that I reasoned it in my head was that even though they were lying to all these other people and defrauding them, they weren’t doing the same thing to me. And I can’t lie I just saw yahoo as one of those things young boys do. It was just like a business venture. Some people blew and some didn’t. It wasn’t a crime, it wasn’t harmful. 

    And now? 

    I’m not even dating anybody. I’m taking a break to be a baby girl. I also know better I’m not as young or foolish. Anyone doing yahoo yahoo is a bastard and deserves to die in jail. They are evil. It’s when people around me started suffering at their hands that I really understood it. 

    Think history could ever repeat itself?

    Never my antenna for yahoo boys is now very sharp. I’ve also dropped a lot of people from my old circle of friends. I can’t lie the people around me also influenced the type of people I was dating. A lot of them were dating yahoo boys or married men. Just somehow people. 

    *name changed

  • There are two types of people in the world. People who enjoy eggs and people who clearly don’t recognise the finer things of life. Eggs can be consumed in so many different forms, that if you don’t like them in at least one form, you need to consider that the problem might not be eggs, the problem might be you. As great as eggs are, some types are greater than others, which is why we’ve ranked all the ways eggs can be made from the worst to the best. 

    Poached eggs

    I like my eggs plain and a little runny which is pretty much what poached eggs are. But whenever I eat poached eggs, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m eating raw eggs. I know for some people seeing the yolk run out when they break into a poached egg is food porn. For me, it’s just gross.

    Omelette/fried egg

    What most Nigerians consider to be their favourite way for eggs to be made, might be my least favourite. I like my eggs plain, and omelettes have too much going on for them. If I wanted something with sausages and vegetables in it, I’d just order shawarma. 

    Plain fried egg

    With a little bit of salt and pepper and some butter, is the only way an egg should be fried. Yes, this is me shading omelettes.

    Boiled eggs 

    Say what you want about Ghanaians and their love for eggs, but they are on to something because boiled eggs are great. Maybe not as eggs kebabs but soft boiled eggs served with indomie that has been spoiled with love hits the spot. I also want to take this opportunity to say that hard-boiled eggs are disgusting and the only way you should eat a boiled egg is when it’s almost runny. See above.

    Egg sauce 

    Giving that I just dragged omelettes for doing too much, me caping for egg sauce might seem like I’m contradicting myself. But they aren’t the same thing. Egg sauce is a dish made with stew or tomatoes as its primary base. It’s very different from omelette and is pure perfection when you pair it with boiled yam. 

    Plain scrambled eggs 

    There’s an art to making scrambled eggs. If they are too well done, then they might as well be fried eggs. If they are too easy, then you might as well drink your eggs raw like an animal. Finding the perfect balance between the two is the key to making perfect scrambled eggs. 

    Sunny side up 

    Sunny side up eggs are nothing short of perfection. They go with everything from burgers to breakfast. And always taste the same way the good Lord intended for us to enjoy eggs.