mikky (2025)

13/07/2025

Some mornings, I wake up and just want to roll over and pretend the day isn’t waiting for me. But no, Mikky is up; Hungry, Energetic, Needing me.

Breakfast needs to be made (sometimes with one eye open), diapers needs changing, toys need rescuing, feelings need soothing, and somehow, I’m supposed to be emotionally, psychologically, and mentally available, all at once.

It’s not just the physical tiredness, it’s the constant pouring out of myself to meet Mikky’s needs. And I do it alone. No tag team! No backup. Just me, this big love in my heart, and a little boy who depends on it every single day.

To every mum out there doing this solo, I see you. I feel you. Some days are overwhelming. Some nights are long. But guess what? You’re doing an amazing job. Your strength is not in perfection, it’s in the showing up. Again and again.

Let’s keep going. One day, all this love and effort will bloom into something even more beautiful than we imagined.

There is a greener side. And we’re walking towards it. One tired, loving step at a time. 💛

11/07/2025

Every night, without fail, Mikky (a whole 2-year-old CEO of cuddles) must inspect my body like it's a mattress made in heaven.

Pillow? Nah.
Teddy bear? Who?
He wants Mummy’s arm as headrest, tummy as mattress, and leg as blanket. 🙄

One night, I tried to sneak a little space. Just small shift.

This boy opened one eye like a detective on night duty:
“Mummy where you going?” 😳
Sir, I'm just trying to breathe!

Before I could blink, he re-arranged himself like a professional contortionist and tucked right back on me.

And there I lay… body numb, but heart full. 🥹

Someone please tell me, is this sleep or hostage situation? 😂

Well, I kno for sure that … this phase won’t last forever. So for now, I’ll just enjoy my little clingy heater while it lasts.
😂

11/07/2025

My only problem right now is that MOTHERHOOD was not well explained to me 🙂🙂

Me: “Mikky, it’s bath time!”

Mikky: without blinking “No.”

Me: “Come on now, you played all day. You have sand on your neck and biscuits in your ear!”

Mikky: “I like it.”

Me: “You like the sand on your neck?”

Mikky: “Yes. I’m building house.”

Me: “Mikky, the sand is on your body, not the floor.”

Mikky: “Yes. It’s my own sand.”

Me: “Okay, what if we make bath time fun? I’ll bring some sea creatures!”

Mikky: “And biscuit?”

Me: “Biscuit in the bathroom?”

Mikky: “Yes. Biscuit and water. Like tea.”

Me: “Mikky, no. That can't be tea,

Mikky: now running “No baffing! I’m clean already!”

Mikky: “Just wash my leg. Small. Small. Only leg.”

Me: “You need a full wash, baby.”

Mikky: “Okay. But don’t touch my belly. My belly is busy.”

Busy with what, I don’t know.

Eventually, I manage to scrub him while singing Cocomelon and dodging soap attacks.

And when it’s all done?

Mikky: smiling sweetly, wrapped in towel “Mummy, I want baff again.”

😮‍💨

Motherhood. A full-time comedy show, no rehearsal.

💦 What’s bath time like in your house? I need to know I’m not alone in this toddler telenovela 😂🛁

10/07/2025

🍛 LUNCH PALAVA with Mikky

So after the great breakfast debate this morning, I told myself,
“CJ, lunch will be smooth. Just pick something simple and child-friendly.”

Me (12:30pm): “Mikky, it’s lunch time!”

Mikky (standing on the chair, singing ‘Baby Shark’ with full confidence):
“I’m not hungry. I’m singing.”

Okay.

Me: “Alright, but when you’re done singing, come and eat rice and stew.”

Mikky: “Again?? Mummy why do you always do rice and stew? Where is the jollof rice in this house?”

Excuse me, sir? This is not a restaurant. 😅

Me: “There is stew. Good stew. With meat o.”

Mikky: “Is it the round meat or the flat meat?”

Me: “It’s the meat that entered your lunch plate and paid rent.”

After 10 full minutes of toddler resistance and negotiations (including a side demand for biscuits and juice before the food), he finally sat down.

He looked at the food.

Mikky: “It’s hot.”

Blew on it once. Still hot.

Mikky: “Okay, I’ll eat it when I’m 5.”

Sir, by then the rice will have pension.

I sat there watching him scoop tiny portions like he was inspecting them for customs.

Then he said the most shocking thing:

Mikky: “Mummy, this stew is nice.”

Ah! Somebody shout hallelujah! 🎉

3 bites later…

Mikky: “I’m full. I want to go and jump.”

Jump where? Jump why? 😭

Anyway… Lunch was served. 30% eaten. 70% drama.

10/07/2025

🍽️ BREAKFAST WAHALA with Mikel 🍳🍚

This morning, I walked into Mikel’s room like a woman with purpose.

Me: “Good morning champ! Come and eat breakfast.”

Mikel (half asleep): “What is it?”

Me: “Rice and stew… or pap and egg. Choose one.”

Mikel: “Hmm. I want rice and stew… but without rice.”

Me: “So… just stew?”

Mikel: “Yes. And one egg. And bread.”

Me: “That’s not even on the menu!”

He blinked slowly, looked at me like I was the one being unreasonable. Then he smiled his ‘I know I’m cute’ smile and said:

Mikel: “I don’t want breakfast again.”

Oh. Okay.

So I took the food back to the kitchen. 3 minutes later…

Mikel (shouting from the living room): “Mummy! I’m hungry! Where’s the rice and stew?”

I stood there, holding my tea like it was the only thing keeping me sane.

Me: “You said you didn’t want again.”

Mikel: “I changed my mouth.”

Changed your mouth?? Sir please, what’s the exchange rate??

So I warmed the rice again. Brought it to him with love and patience only God can explain.

He looked at it.

Mikel: “Where’s the straw?”

Me: “Straw for what?”

Mikel: “To drink the stew.”

At this point, I just laughed. Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.

He finally ate 3 spoons, said “I’m tired,” and walked away like a CEO who just closed a deal.

It’s not every day gourmet breakfast. Sometimes, we just thank God for 3 spoons and peace.

09/07/2025

Motherhood: The Leadership Role No One Prepares You For

Motherhood isn't a title—it’s a full-time role with no off-switch, no formal training, and no performance review.

It’s project management at its peak—juggling multiple tasks, priorities, and emotional states all before 9 a.m. It’s crisis communication, logistics coordination, nutrition planning, and emotional intelligence, all wrapped into one dynamic role.

And yet, there’s no certificate at the end of each day—just sticky hugs, tired smiles, and the quiet triumph of getting through it.

Mothers embody adaptability. They lead with intuition and resilience. They anticipate needs before they’re voiced and build futures while wiping away tears (sometimes their own). The learning curve is steep, but the returns—immeasurable.

Motherhood reshapes you. Not just your schedule, your body, or your social life—but your sense of purpose, your strength, your capacity for love.

It’s not perfect. It’s not always pretty. But it’s profound.

So here’s to every mother navigating deadlines at work and storytime at home. To the ones building both careers and character—one day, one mess, one milestone at a time.

You’re not just raising children. You’re raising the future—with grace, grit, and quiet, consistent power.

11/04/2025

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03/11/2024

Never give people the reaction they want,
Starve them!

31/10/2024

Happy beautiful birthday Son.

We love and celebrate you beyond words. You're a light and peace that ever longed for. This day marks the day your life and mums' was hanging on the line in quest for LIFE and grace gave you both VICTORY.
Happy birthday uto nwa, many fruitfulness in age, wealth, health, businesses, wisdom, intellect, love, peace, laughter, favour and brilliance!
💕❤️🙌

16/09/2024

Fun time with mum ❤️😎🔥😀🎉❤️

12/09/2024

If you're born in September, step out. Brunch is served🥰😋✌️🤸🤸🏝️

11/09/2024

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