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Sharing real-life gists on motherhood, life abroad, and self-growth ,with warmth, wit, and a little sass.

Sunday morning gist.My son is almost ten. Fully dressed for church.But he’s on the couch watching cartoons in a language...
11/01/2026

Sunday morning gist.

My son is almost ten. Fully dressed for church.
But he’s on the couch watching cartoons in a language I still don’t understand.

He tells me, very serious,
“I’ll come later with daddy. It’s too early. If I come now, those nosy aunties will start asking me questions.”
Haaaa.

So this boy has already mastered church strategy.

Me, I’m already ready. Church worker life ,I leave early.
I didn’t argue. No need. I know my lineage.

Because he doesn’t know it yet, but later…
he will start going to church early.

If it’s church organist, he will find a reason.
If it’s something else, he will still find a reason.

He is my son.

We’ll meet in church.
Early. One day 😌

10/01/2026

Things I stopped arguing about since parenting here.

– Bedtimes that feel illegal
– Kids eating things I would’ve banned at home
– School rules I don’t fully understand

At some point you stop explaining
and start nodding.

Which one shocked you the most?”

10/01/2026

Parenting abroad is realizing everything you thought was normal… isn’t.

Bedtimes.
School rules.
What kids are allowed to eat.
And somehow, you’re the weird one for questioning it.

What’s the most confusing parenting moment you’ve had abroad so far?”

10/01/2026

Some days are beautiful.
Some days are heavy.
If you’ve lived this, you know.
Where are you raising your kids?”

Dear Woman 30+, read this slowlyIf you wake up with muscle cramps, body pains, or random leg spasms…your body may be beg...
10/01/2026

Dear Woman 30+, read this slowly

If you wake up with muscle cramps, body pains, or random leg spasms…your body may be begging for MAGNESIUM
Eat: pumpkin seeds, ugu (fluted pumpkin leaves), bananas, beans

If you’re always tired, dizzy, or your heart beats fast for no reason…check IRON
Eat: spinach, ugu, liver, beans, lentils

If you have brain fog, forget things easily, or feel mentally “slow”…don’t joke with VITAMIN B12
Eat: eggs, fish, milk, meat

If you don’t sleep well, feel anxious, or your mood is always off…your VITAMIN D might be low
Get: early morning sun , eggs, fish, if you are in a country with no sun Biko get vit D supplements.

If your bones ache, teeth feel weak, or you’re scared of future back pain…you need CALCIUM
Eat: milk, yoghurt, sesame seeds (beniseed), leafy greens

If your hormones are acting funny or your cycle is irregular…think FOLATE (B9)
Eat: vegetables, beans, okra, avocado

Simple truth:
After 30, your body no longer “manages”.
It demands care.

Which one do you think your body is asking for right now?
Drop it in the comments

09/01/2026

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise man grows it under his feet
James Oppenheim

Tonight I was thinking about how easy it is to pretend. To smile when you are tired. To say “I’m fine” when you are not....
09/01/2026

Tonight I was thinking about how easy it is to pretend. To smile when you are tired.
To say “I’m fine” when you are not.

To show the polished version instead of the real one.Not that is bad to be polished but you get what I mean.

But the people I connect with the most are never the loudest or the flashiest.

They are the ones who show up as they are. No filters. No acting. Just honest energy.

The friend who admits they are struggling. The person who laughs out loud.

The one who does not have it all figured out but still shows up with a good heart.

There is something calming about real people. You can breathe around them.

You do not have to perform. You can just be.

So tonight, if you are tired, be tired. If you are quiet, be quiet. If you are happy, let it show. The right people will always recognize you when you are being yourself.

Forget this face, this was me waiting to go and teach a session for induction, my tired was tired.

Good evening to everyone choosing real over perfect tonight.

UK weather will humble you. Loudly. In public.I got to the bus station this morning and I just started laughing. Not bec...
09/01/2026

UK weather will humble you. Loudly. In public.

I got to the bus station this morning and I just started laughing. Not because I’m silly or rude. I was laughing because memory pulled up a full episode from my past and said, “You see? We tried to teach you.”

Rain was coming from all directions. Wind had an attitude. Everyone was prepared. Proper rain jackets. Serious windbreakers. Respectable umbrellas that looked like they’d survived wars.

Then there were the victims.

At least twelve umbrellas died today. Some didn’t even fight. One saluted the sky and accepted its fate. Another snapped in half like a biscuit. One flew off with confidence like it had a flight to catch. I swear the wind was collecting trophies.

And it reminded me of my old ways.

I used to buy those £5 umbrellas thinking I was smart. “Why spend more?” I told myself. “Rain is rain.” Big lie. Middle of town centre, my umbrella suddenly lifted both hands in surrender. Full hands up. No warning. Just betrayal.

The jacket? Substandard. Decorative, really. Water passed through it like we had an agreement. I stood there soaked, cold, and deeply ashamed, holding the skeleton of what used to be an umbrella while the rain finished me.

That day changed me.

I learned that cheap things don’t save money. They save you nothing but lessons. Expensive lessons delivered publicly.

Now I’d rather save, wait, and buy something sturdy. Something with backbone. Something that won’t disgrace me in front of strangers and pigeons.

UK weather doesn’t play. It doesn’t negotiate. It will expose you gently or violently, depending on your preparation.

Buy good things. Not to impress people. But to protect your dignity.

08/01/2026

No money? No wahala. Just don’t be irrelevant.

Some days ago, my son humbled me. Calmly. With respect. In my own house.It was a typical school morning. Cold for no rea...
08/01/2026

Some days ago, my son humbled me.

Calmly. With respect. In my own house.

It was a typical school morning. Cold for no reason. Grey like the sky forgot its job.

I was rushing because, somehow, we still manage to be late even with timetables and reminders.

I switched into full Nigerian-mum mode.

“Wear your jumper!”
“Finish your breakfast!”
“Why are you moving like this?”

Urgency everywhere. Logic nowhere.

Then I noticed my son was smiling. Not cheeky. Just peaceful. Suspiciously peaceful.

I raised my voice a little, because that’s our native language.
“What is funny? You’re not ready!”

He looked up at me and said, very respectfully,
“Mummy, you said I should eat properly, but you also said I should hurry. Which one should I do first?”

Just like that, my authority sat down.

In that moment, I realised something we don’t talk about enough:
Most parents give instructions like group chats. Too many messages, no clear direction.

We say:
“Tell me everything” but yet we don’t like some versions of the truth.

“Think for yourself” but when they do, we shout ‘’ not like that.
“Be confident” but remember your place.

My son wasn’t being difficult. He was trying to obey just not obey in confusion .

I laughed and said,
“Finish eating first. Then hurry.”

He nodded, satisfied, like a child who had just solved life.

That morning taught me that parenting isn’t about volume. It’s about clarity.

Our children are watching closely, especially those growing up between cultures.

They’re learning how to communicate, how to reason, how to balance respect with understanding.

And sometimes, they become our teachers.

So if your child ever asks a question that quietly exposes you, pause. Smile. Learn. Adjust.

Parenting is not perfection. It’s growth for them and for us.

And whether you’re raising children in Nigeria, the UK, or anywhere in between, one thing remains true:

We’re all figuring it out as we go. With love. With patience.

And with small moments of laughter that keep us sane.

I sat staring at my screen today on my bus ride , knowing I should post… and still didn’t feel like it.Then it hit me , ...
08/01/2026

I sat staring at my screen today on my bus ride , knowing I should post… and still didn’t feel like it.

Then it hit me , waiting to feel ready is usually what keeps me stuck. Showing up imperfectly beats disappearing completely.

When you feel off, do you push through or step back for a bit?

07/01/2026

Do not be afraid of going slowly, be afraid of only standing still.

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