Wishing And Hoping

Do you remember that episode of Sex and the City when Carrie sets up a register for her wedding to herself? The motives for this gesture are too long to get into here, but even with the justification, it was a particularly narcissistic thing to do, even by the character’s standards. Still, how great would […]

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The Friday Pretty: Sleazebags

A few weeks ago, I put out a call for themes for future Friday Prettys. You responded in your hundreds! Okay, seven people responded – but between them, they produced about 40 different possible themes. So in other words, I can confirm that The Friday Pretty will live a long, smooth, innuendo-filled life. You’re welcome. […]

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Virgin Territory

After a lifetime of taking my life lessons from the big screen, I’ve learned that losing your virginity is fun. On the metaphorical journey of losing one’s innocence, you get to bond with your friends, perhaps even go on a road trip. A lot of the time ‘crazy’ misunderstandings happen, leaving you in embarrassing situations, […]

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A Crying Shame

In the course of watching the X Factor results show on Sunday (don’t judge; it’s not like it’s crack), a few people in my Twitter timeline expressed the kind of rage that only has a home on the internet. The source? A contestant’s tears. Specifically, the tweeters’ gripe was that this year’s crop of female […]

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The Friday Pretty: Scorpios

For one week only, the most important day of the week isn’t Friday. I know. I know how shocking that must seem for Friday Pretty aficionados like your good selves. But! It’s my birthday tomorrow – I’m 28, bishes! I’m very much a multi-tasker, so I didn’t have to look far to find a unifying theme for […]

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First Night: The Family

I loved The Family. Seriously, check my Twitter feed – I live-blogged the whole thing. The first episode centred around the 60th birthday of dad Sunday and all the things that revolve around such a momentous occasion. In this case, there was the baking and icing of several cakes, preparing for a special church outing […]

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Black Girls Rock!

On Saturday night(!), I watched Black Girls Rock. I have my issues with BET – this network consistently commissions/buys/broadcasts ig’nant ish, and for that alone, I cannot fully get behind them. But with this, BET did good. Black Girls Rock is a non-profit organisation set up by former model and celebrity DJ Beverly Bond, to […]

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Meet The (Nigerian) Family

Returning tonight on Channel 4 is the third series of their documentary, The Family. This one follows the adventures of the Adesinas from Hackney (insert postcode whoop here). I’ve only seen a few episodes of previous series (series 1 had a white British family, season 2 a British Asian one), but I really enjoyed what […]

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The H-Factor

One word in the name of this blog flummoxes many non-Nigerians. What does Yoruba mean? I’ll tell you. It’s the name of a tribe in Nigeria (which presents the highest dizygotic twinning rate in the world, FYI) and it also a language. To my ears, the comedy ‘Nigerian accent’ so many non-Nigerian comics aim for […]

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The Friday Pretty: Beardy Weirdies

Happy Friday, chirrun! It’s November, it’s windy and cold and if we’re honest, a lot of us are growing out our hair. And I don’t just mean the hair on our heads. Come on, we’re at the beginning stages of what will eventually become luxuriant braid-able leg hair, amirite? In that spirit, today’s  Friday Pretty […]

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Hit It Or Quit It?

A couple of weeks back, singer P!nk came out firmly on the side on spanking during an interview with Access Hollywood. She said: “I think parents need to beat the crap outta their kids… I think the whole spanking thing and how it’s gotten all PC is for the birds. (My dad) put me through […]

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Talk About Targeted Reading…

Last weekend, I went walking through my neighbourhood. En route to the library, I walked past the man who sells secondhand books outside the Hackney Empire. I gave him and his wares a vague friendly smile and carried on walking, until my eyes alighted on one book in particular. Behold: It was £1. Clearly, I […]

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