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Friday is for Food: Easiest Lemon Pound Cake Ever

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So what are you doing this weekend? How about “bake a cake”? The first cake I ever baked was a coconut pound cake. It remains an all-time favorite in my family. This lemon pound cake comes a close second. It hits all the right notes. Citrusy, check. Melt in your mouth, check. Visually appealing, check. Amateur-proof, check.

That said, I made it a few weeks ago (adapted from a recipe on Martha Stewart) and this time I took pictures so I could share with you. I hope you try it. I’d really like to know how it turns out.

[recipe title=”Lemon Pound Cake” time=”1hr 15mins” difficulty=”easy”]
Yield: 2 Loaves

Serving Size: One slice (don’t be greedy 🙂 )

Ingredients:

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

3 cups all-purpose flour, leveled (sift before measuring)

3/4 cup milk

Zest of two lemons, finely grated

1/3 cup lemon juice

1 1/2 cup sugar

1 1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

5 large eggs

Directions

Mise en place: French term for “everything in its place.” if you have all your ingredients prepared, put in place and ready to go, it makes baking so much easier and less likely to go awry.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place rack in middle position. Grease and flour two loaf pans. (I usually use the butter wrapper to grease my pans).

Baking pans all greased and floured. i got the Tefal pan as a wedding gift. I love how uniformly it distributes heat.

Combine the milk, lemon zest and lemon juice in a bowl (I used my measuring cup). In another bowl, whisk together flour, salt, baking powder, and baking soda.

With an electric mixer, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. (If your arm is particularly strong, you can also beat by hand till the mix looks like a shampooed cat :)) This step is very important to ensure your cake is light and fluffy. Beat that butter! Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.

With mixer on low, add flour mixture in three parts alternately with the milk mix in two, beginning and ending with flour; beat just until it looks combined (do not overmix). You should always end the mixing with flour, not liquid. If you end with liquid, it ends up just sloshing around without anything to hold on to. So always end with flour.

Batter!

Divide batter evenly between pans; smooth tops. Bake until a toothpick inserted in centers comes out clean, 50 to 60 minutes. I start checking the cake at the 40 minute mark. Cool 15 minutes in pan. Turn out cakes onto a rack; cool completely before glazing (if you’re going to glaze. I didn’t). Check out the original recipe for the glaze.

Struggle against the temptation to eat one of the cakes in one sitting. Eat a slice. Congratulate yourself on your self-control. Leave the house before you do something more drastic 🙂

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A Grief Lived

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“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Winnie The Pooh.

This is how it happened, Okha. November 12, 2014. I am chatting with Ozoz about a dessert table for the wedding. Discussing macarons, I think. And candy buffets. Then Daddy calls. And he calls me Osemhen. Not Ose. Osemhen. In a tone that makes me feel like I am about to be scolded. You know that tone. And he asks me where I am. And I am afraid. Because he already knows I am at work. I’m at work. I force cheer into my voice. We are both prevaricating.

I have some bad news. I think I asked, what? And he says Okhafo is dead. I think I heard someone sob in the background.

I stand from my chair. Suddenly the air in the office building isn’t enough and I need to get outside. I tried, Okha. I almost make it. But my legs crumple at the door. I cannot stand and I cannot push the door open.

Our horror stares at me and yells into my face.

We have been here before. It is your horror. My horror. The horror.

My God.

The Holy Cross Cathedral

We booked mass at Holy Cross yesterday for your anniversary. Rather, we tried to book mass. The parish office told us we were 3 months late. Masses are booked way in advance. Can you imagine? 3 months’ advance notice so they could read your name out loud before mass. With a bit of pleading, we got your name on the intentions’ list for December 13. Lol.

We didn’t let that deter us, though. We went for the mass that was said for other people and we added your name in our hearts. We prayed for you. I found this picture of you from the last time we went to Lekki Leisure Lake. I’d forgotten about that day. I’d forgotten we took pictures. I’m wondering now if I ever sent these ones to you.

We wanted to go to the cemetery as well but I had a hospital appointment. We’ll still go. I wanted to eat a shawarma and an ice cream sundae in your honour but we decided to spend the evening with Daddy instead. We needed to be together. To pray together. To laugh together. To grieve together. It’s been a long year. But God, we miss you. It’s acid in our veins. It’s fire in our hearts. I still have our Whatsapp messages. They still make me smile.

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Condolence Card by Emily McDowell.

The first two lines in C.S. Lewis’ A Grief Observed go, “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid but the sensation is like being afraid.”

Grief is many things. It feels like fear. It feels like anger. And guilt. And laziness. No, I just want to lie here. I’m fine, really. No. I don’t feel like going to work.

Losing someone is never easy. But there are friends and family who make it a little easier. The ones who are so authentic, it’s disarming. I’m sorry I didn’t call, Ose. I was scared and I didn’t know what to say. The ones with long hugs. The ones whose eyes and hearts reflect your sorrow so hard, it hurts to look at them. I’m here. You’re not alone. Shall we go off to a corner and cry together?

My sister calls me, sobbing. “I know I should be strong, Ose but I can’t.” And I have to sternly remind her, “You don’t have to be strong.” And I want to punch the people telling her to be strong. You be strong!

How can you believe in a God who lets bad things happen?

I don’t worry about losing my faith. I could never be atheist or agnostic. I’ve seen too much, and felt too much. God is real. Very real. But I worry about believing bad things about God. I worry about cynicism and despair. My fear is not that there is no God. My fear is that He’s there and my pain, your pain, our pain means nothing to Him. But it does matter to him. My experience this year has been that when I ask him to take the hurt away, He does. He sends me friends, He sends me surprises, He hides messages in nature that I sometimes laugh out loud at.

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Condolence messages that don’t condole

The Devil is trying to steal your joy and he will not win. (I don’t care to know the Devil’s plans and failures, at the moment.)
My Pastor died last week too. (I’m sorry, what? Is this the Pain Olympics? This comment can be helpful as a way of letting me know that I’m not alone in grief, it’s part of the human condition etc. But when you launch into a eulogy about said Pastor, no. Please. No.)
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. (Can we at least agree that it hurts like hell?)

Internet Shopping in Nigeria: The Good, Bad and Ugly

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So I’m very lazy when it comes to shopping. (The husband would disagree but it’s true. Lol.) I love shopping online. It’s so…precise. I want x, I google whether someone sells it online in Nigeria, I make it happen.

Clothes, I’ll google. Beauty products, I’ll google. Food items, Google! Even if they don’t sell online, simply confirming that they have what I want is enough for me. So if their Facebook page has a contact number, I’ll call first before I make the journey to their shop.

That said, a few weeks ago, I had a bad experience. I needed an outfit urgently for an event happening a week later in Lagos. I wasn’t in Lagos, and my usual tailor is the kind that simply cannot meet a deadline so tight. I needed someone to buy fabric of a particular hue and then sew it based on my measurements. I turned to the internet, specifically to Instagram. I have a few friends who make outfits often so I reached out to a vendor one of them had tagged in one of her posts. The vendor claimed to be able to deliver “express” services.

Our initial contact was friendly. We chatted on Whatsapp and I told her what I wanted, and when I wanted it. She gave me the impression that one week was even too long. She could deliver way before then. I was pleased. We finalized payment terms (70% upfront, 30% on delivery). I did the bank transfer.

The first red light was the fact that this vendor maintained radio silence all of that week. After I did the transfer, I sent her a screenshot. I had to prompt her 8 hours later before she confirmed that she had gotten the money. I was due to arrive in Lagos on Friday; the event was on Saturday. On Wednesday, I nudged her to ask if we were on track for a Friday delivery. She didn’t respond. On Friday morning, she asked for my home address. I gave her. Friday evening, no delivery, no word yet. I called her. She assured me that the delivery person was on 3rd Mainland Bridge and on her way to my house. She said there was traffic. I believed her. Two hours later, I was about to leave home for Afropolitan Vibes. I called her, asking for the delivery person’s number so I could track my clothes. She gave me the number, and then said that she lived close to me so even if I had to leave home, I didn’t need to worry. She would receive my clothes and then send them in a taxi as soon as I was back home, or first thing the following morning.

The number she gave me was switched off. I returned home at about 11. No phone call, no message, no clothes. Most telling, no apology.

Saturday morning, I called. She wouldn’t pick my calls. I sent her a message expressing my disappointment about being treated so shabbily. The delivery person eventually showed up at past 2. I was already dressed for the event and I was literally on my way out. I took it from her without a word and put it in my car. I felt really bad because this vendor boasted regularly on her Instagram page on how she met overnight delivery deadlines for some of her favorite customers. All I’d ordered was an iro and buba, nothing complicated. I felt like I wasn’t important enough, or my order expensive enough to warrant quality service. Or an apology. Or the truth. Obviously, the delivery person hadn’t been on 3rd Mainland Bridge the night before.

“I’m going to return the order,” I told my husband. “I want a refund.”

I sent the vendor a message asking for a refund. Remember, I still owed her 30% that should have been paid on delivery. She didn’t respond. It’s been 2 weeks now, the outfit is still in its package (I haven’t worn it) and she hasn’t said a thing. No refund, no apology. She’s lost a customer and she doesn’t care much obviously. She also doesn’t mind losing her 30% too. It’s a marvel, really. Lol.

Anyhow, thankfully, this particular case is an isolated one. I’ve had some good experiences with internet commerce in the past so I thought I’d share a few of my favorite vendors below. 🙂

My Food Warehouse: I use this site for ordering foodstuff in a pinch, and when I don’t want to have to go to the market. Like, I want to cook for only one week because I’m planning a major trip to Oyingbo market later in the month. They are prompt, their food items are fresh and reasonably-priced (compared to the stress of going to the market for a kilo of tomatoes) and I think their customer care is above par, by Nigerian standards. Once, the deliveryman came to my house and the POS terminal wouldn’t print a receipt even though I’d been debited. He was perfectly okay with me confirming with the bank, and doing a bank transfer to them much later, if necessary. Additionally, they call you after you place your order to confirm the items and quantities you want and you can change your order at any item before they dispatch by calling them.

Natural Nigerian: I’ve only ordered online from this store a few times. Mostly, I buy their products when I’m at one of their natural hair meet-ups. But they go the extra mile to ensure products ordered online are delivered when you want, where you want.

Olori.com.ng: These guys are also stellar for product delivery. Once, I ordered some conditioners but they delivered the wrong size. I brought it to the attention of the delivery man and he took the bottle back and returned with the right one that very day.

Anywork Services: This crew provides housekeeping services that are quite honestly, a lifesaver for me. I don’t like housework much (except cooking). So I do the basics and then get these guys to do the heavy stuff: deep cleaning, scrubbing of bathrooms etc. They have different packages to suit different needs. I think they’re reasonably priced and a preferred alternative to having a live-in maid.

So which Nigerian-based internet vendors have you used? What was your experience like? Does anyone know if Shoprite/Spar will ever start standing orders+home delivery any time in the future?! Do we need to start an online petition before they do something so simple and obvious? Help me! Lol.

An Announcement :)

Published by Osemhen

First Comes Love…

Then Comes Marriage…

Then Comes *drumroll*

Baby O. 😀 We’re going to be Papa & Mama!!!!

"Blessed Are The Merciful": Practically Living the Works of Mercy

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Pope Francis is pretty much everyone’s favorite Pope at the moment. It’s not difficult to see why. No disrespect to Pope Benedict (Emeritus), but Pope Francis inspires us every day with his simplicity, his dislike for ceremony and his willingness to demonstrate God’s mercy and compassion to the poor and sinners. He takes it all back to the basics. Love. Mercy. Compassion. Forgiveness. Understanding. Like Jesus told us to do.

Last week, I read his message for Next Year’s World Youth Day in Poland. It’s not very long, and it’s absolutely worth the read.

“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy” (Mt 5:7)

That’s the verse on which the WYD theme is based. There’s a fair bit of history and theology at the beginning of the message and then he gets to the really practical bit: how can we as young Christians live the virtue of mercy?

James 2: 14 – 26 talks about the relationship between faith and works. Sometimes, I forget what works exactly I’m supposed to be doing. Every day, I live my life and try to be open to the inspirations of the Holy Spirit but it can be hard to keep track, can’t it? I know I want to be an instrument of God’s mercy but I’m not sure how. Ever felt that way?

Pope Francis suggests that we live one corporal and one spiritual work of mercy every month starting from January 2016. I figured we could tweak it a bit. Instead of living two of them for seven months next year, we could live one each month starting November 2015. So we’d have lived all of them by December 2016. It’s one of those things that seems daunting but here’s praying God will bless our efforts, if we try. In the end, He’s the one who does good, not us. We merely cooperate. Another thing to note is that “focusing” on living one work of mercy doesn’t mean ignoring the others. It just means paying particular attention to one of the works. So are you game? 🙂

For non-Catholics, I’ve listed the works below.

Corporal Works of Mercy:

To feed the hungry
Give drink to the thirsty
Clothe the naked
Welcome the stranger
Assist the sick
Visit the imprisoned
Bury the dead

Spiritual Works of Mercy:

To counsel the doubtful
Teach the ignorant
Admonish sinners
Comfort the sorrowful
Forgive offences
Patiently bear with troublesome people
Pray to God for the living and the dead.

Every first/last Sunday of the month, I’ll do a post on practical ways we can live a particular work. I haven’t yet thought of the order to take them but it seems proper to take “Bury the Dead” and/or “Pray to God for the living and the dead” in November (2015 and 2016). This is because November is the month the Church traditionally dedicates to celebrating saints (All Saints’ Day: November 1) and praying for the dead (All Souls’ Day: November 2).

Picture from: The Telegraph UK

Here are some practical ways to live “Bury the dead” and “Pray to God for the living and the dead”. I understand non-Catholics might not be familiar/comfortable with the practice of praying for the dead but there are many others you could try.

Be faithful about attending wake-keeps and funerals of people you knew.
Support or volunteer at a hospice. A hospice is different from a hospital in that hospices only offer care for the sick and terminally ill. They don’t cure illnesses. There’s a listing of some of them in Nigeria here. Also try a Google search for hospices in your state of residence.
Participate in a bereavement ministry in your church. Is there a group in your place of worship that visits families that have lost loved ones?
Spend time with widows and widowers, children who have lost a parent or both, and people who have lost siblings and would like to talk. Write them a letter, send them a card, send them an email or invest in a long phone call.
Help a widow or widower who needs help with an errand.
Take friends and relatives to visit and pray at the cemetery;
Support ministries that offer free Christian burials to those unable to afford one;
Offer daily prayers for those with terminal illnesses and for those who have died;
Pray specially for innocent victims, especially those in conflict regions, victims of violent crime and aborted babies.

If you’d like to take part in a group initiative, contact me and I’ll try my best to link you with other people in your area. If you’re organizing a group initiative as well, please let me know.

So will you be participating? What other ideas can you think of for living these works of mercy?

Nine Health Benefits of Jollof Rice

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Jollof Rice courtesy KitchenButterfly.com

When you Google “Health Benefits of Jollof Rice” (because you’re feeling guilty about the copious amounts of Jollof Rice you’re consuming), you get recipes. Recipes, I tell you. No one has bothered to write down the health benefits of Jollof Rice so I decided to do myself (and you) a favour by documenting them. This list is in no way, exhaustive. Feel free to add your own health benefits.

Jollof Rice makes you happy. A study carried out in my house showed that family members are generally happier when lunch (or dinner) is shown to be Jollof Rice. It may be related to the release of oxytocin in the brain as our eyes register the pleasure that is a steaming heap of sinfully orange rice. And fried plantain.
Jollof Rice contains tomatoes, peppers and onions. Tomatoes are good for you. They help prevent cancer. Peppers are good for you. They contain lots of vitamins. Onions are good for you. They reduce inflammation and heal infections.
Jollof Rice contains rice. Rice is a well-known source of energy and fiber. Enough said.
Jollof Rice strengthens family and friendship bonds. See number 1 above.
Jollof Rice strengthens national bonds. See how Nigerians unite in solidarity against the Ghanaians over who makes superior Jollof Rice (free advice: Nigerians do). See how West Africans united against the Jamie Oliver Jollof Rice travesty.
Jollof Rice brings back good memories, very key to good mental health. Think about it. Do you have any bad memories associated with jollof rice? Now think about eba. Or beans. Ehen.
Jollof Rice goes well with red wine, which is good for your heart.
Jollof Rice (when done properly) burns your pots. Scrubbing those pots is a workout for getting toned arms.
Jollof Rice is a confidence booster, if you were worried about your less than stellar cooking record. Almost anyone can cook it, you don’t need to be a 5-star Michelin chef. It is very forgiving. It is almost impossible to mess up. I would have said impossible to mess up, but look at Jamie Oliver. Just look at.

It wouldn’t be right to leave you without a banging Jollof rice recipe. So here’s one from this blog. And here’s the full shebang on KitchenButterfly.com. Now go forth and Jollof without guilt. What other benefits can you think of?

The 3 Types of Morning

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The Perfect Morning

The Perfect Morning

Wake at 4:00 am.
Wash face.
Study till 5:00 am.
At 5:00 am Read Bible. Read Mass Readings. Meditate.
At 5:30, change into sneakers and workout pants.
Go for morning walk/run.
At 6 am, shower.
At 6:30 am, review work plan for the day.
At. 6:40 am, sit down to “fit-fam” breakfast of oatmeal, boiled eggs and one slice of bread.
At 7:00 am, brew first cup of coffee and start the day with morning meeting.

The Imperfect Morning.

Snooze alarm till 5:15 am.
Wash face.
Read Bible. Read mass readings. Meditate and say a vocal prayer (just in case you don’t get time to say it later.)
At 5:45 change into work out clothes. Notice slight cramp in right part of abdomen. Debate the wisdom of running/walking around till it goes away. Decide to do simple, non-calorie burning stretches.
At 6:00 am, check Whatsapp messages.
At. 6:15, shower.
At 6:50 sit down to breakfast and scoff down (fat-fam!) fried plantain and scrambled eggs to beat the 7 am deadline. Wrap a slice of bread in a serviette to snack on later.
7:03, dash into morning meeting without having reviewed daily work plan. Invent intelligent answers to questions asked.

The OMG-what-have-I-done Morning.

Wake at 6:45 am!
Dress and gargle mouthwash at the same time. Mentally recite the Our Father.
6:59 dash into morning meeting. Invent intelligent answers to questions asked.
8:30 am Do the walk of shame back to accommodation block* for shower.
8:45 am Return to office armed with a few books so it looks like you forgot a few things earlier. Beg colleague for box of crackers.

What does your perfect morning look like? What does an imperfect morning look like?

*I work and live on a facility. My “office” and living quarters are a 2-minute walk apart.*

p.s. I nominate every blogger who reads this blog to write about their own mornings, too. Please tag me, or link back or something 🙂 Thanks!

Funny What Google Sends My Way

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Random Picture of A Bicycle. Because…

This one is for the Googlers who googled their way to eurekanaija. You know. You googled something, this blog came up as one of the results and you stopped to read. I was going through my search items recently and…I’ll just let them speak for themselves.

Apart from people who searched directly for eurekanaija and my name, people searching for “natural hair in Nigeria” take the lion share. I’m glad I could help, I hope you found something useful. Remember, I’m available to answer your questions any time. Just leave a comment.

The next most popular search term? Amadioha. Some of you visited my blog because you Googled “how to sacrifice to Amadioha”. Why? Why do you want to sacrifice to Amadioha? And why do you think you’ll get answers on the Google? And would you really go ahead to make a sacrifice to Amadioha with instructions you got from Google? I have questions!

Someone got referred to this blog by googling “thank God I’m turning 25”. 🙂 Can we be friends?

“Signs you’ve been friendzoned by a guy”. Sigh. Sorry but you know if you have to Google it, you’ve already been friend-zoned, right? Your gut-feeling is right. In fact, I read a story last week that perfectly describes this. If any part of it feels familiar, then yup. You’ve been zoned.

“Naija caning fiction”. I’m sorry, what? A Nigerian story where the children suffer significant amount of corporal punishment? Are you a public school teacher? Do you want to read a story to your students to justify your liberal use of your cane? Why are you like this?

“I love eating egusi soup but my husband likes me to make ogbono soup” You know, I’m just really glad Nigerians are turning to the internet to solve existential-crisis-type problems like this. And I’m glad Google refers them to me. Because…kitchen philosopher. And my answer is: perhaps make both?

“Wetin be Easter colour” And I’m glad Nigerians are googling in pidgin. It means smartphone penetration is increasing country-wide. Change is here! And Easter colours are white and gold, according to the liturgical calendar.

“Petite Idoma girl” Single, handsome banker seeks…petite idoma girl. Apply within. Do I have any petite, Idoma readers? Please identify yourself, we might be on to something here. I could start a match-making agency 😀 I would love to attend your wedding and give a speech that starts, “They met through my blog…” 🙂

So did you get referred here by Google? Are you the author of any of the interesting search terms above? 😉

On Writivism, A Great Book I Read, Klo5 and Holiday Season in Nigeria

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I’ve meant to blog about this for a while but I kept losing my drafts…

Super late, I know but our Pemi won the Writivism Prize 2015! I say our Pemi because she’s ours… Lol. I’m not famzing, I promise. We’ve shared a bed (now I sound like I’m famzing). Anyhow, I’m super-pleased for her, and slightly envious that she got to go on holiday to Uganda as part of making the Writivism shortlist. And now I want to write more stories, so I can enter competitions that allow me go on holidays. Have you read Pemi’s deliciously scary story? Have you checked out the super-cool blog, Nik-Nak.co she collaborates on? Thank me later!
I got this amazing book, The Art of Possibility by Ben and Roz Sander, a year ago from Ozoz of kitchenbutterfly.com fame. It’s slightly strange in that it’s not your typical self-help book. It’s not teaching you how to be the best XYZ but how to get to a point where being the best XYZ doesn’t matter. Here’s an example of one of the concepts: Giving an A. Every fall, on the first day of class at the New England Conservatory of Music, Zander announces to his class, “Everybody gets an A.” But there’s one condition—students have to submit a letter, written on that first day but dated the following May, that begins: “Dear Mr. Zander, I got my A because…”
In other words, the students have to define at the beginning of the course who they will have become by the end that will justify the A grade. And according to Zander, that A changes everything. We unconsciously give people grades. Imagine if in all your interactions with people, you mentally gave them an A.
And then, Klorofyl just launched its 5th Year Anniversary Issue. The theme is Nomads. See, I just like beautiful things. And I get an extra thrill when the beauty emanates from spaces that people least expect. As always, Klorofyl is beautiful. It’s like the best kept secret in African lifestyle e-zines, except it’s really not a secret. I’ve read some of the essays and I’ve seen some of the pictures. And I just want to frame them and hang them on my bedroom wall so I can wake up to the sight. I shall say no more. Head over to klorofyl.com/nomads to download the issue. Follow them on: @Klorofylmag or the Facebook page Klorofyl.
Finally, it’s holiday season! I know, I know, it’s not holiday season for working adults. But there’s still a part of me that operates with the school calendar and I can’t help feeling that “holiday ti de” spirit. You can’t tell me nothing. My typical holiday consisted of day-long cartoons, running around outside when the power was out and generally being a pest to the aunts and housekeepers who lived with us. I daresay it’s a fairly common experience unless your parents had dreams of you becoming a genius and hired you a lesson teacher. Lol. Sorry. In the spirit of “holiday season”, what are your favourite holiday memories?

Changes, Mid-Year Reviews and A Book I Loved

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Hola!

I’m so sorry for the long silence. I’m right in the middle of moving from one flat to another and while it’s not super hectic (because we’re taking our sweet time), it is taking up a lot of my energy.

The 21-Day Challenge‘s ended! How did it go for you? I enjoyed it immensely (even though I skipped a few days, sha). I feel more…zen. And it forced me into a habit of only seeing the good things. I might have winked at my reflection a few times.

And it’s halfway through the year. How are your plans going? Your resolutions? I feel slightly anxious about work. I’m getting to a place where I feel like I need a change, and soon. We’ll see…

What books are you reading? A colleague at work recommended “The Rosie Project” by Graeme Simsion and I gobbled it in two days. Loved it. It’s the kind of love story I like and I could totally relate to the main character because I’m slightly obsessive too. Lol.

I still have one more article to post on caring for relaxed hair but I’m waiting for pictures (Looking at you, Chioma 🙂 ). Hopefully, I’ll get it out soon. I’m also working on another post on natural hair, so stay tuned.

I’ll leave you now with the latest article that’s inspired me: Never Put Work Before Life. I’m going to be more outdoorsy! So help me, God. See you next week! Have a fantastic weekend.