Why I Love… Glasses

To correct my shortsightedness, I got my first pair of glasses – a comically large aviator style – when I was 11 years old. They were hideous: tinted, too big for my face and wholly inappropriate for a child. I remember YorubaDad laughing when he first saw me in them. But credit to him, he did […]

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The Great Cape Caper of Early 2010

Remember when I acquired a couple of capes at the recent Angels Costumiers sale? I’m so fashion-forward, sometimes, I astound myself. Look here and here, Stella McCartney wore one only a few weeks ago – capes are all the rage for A/W 2010. Yeah, I wore one to work recently. I felt like I was on America’s […]

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In Which YorubaGirl Flies With Angels

My sainted mother, YorubaMum, is a hardcore bargain hunter. You know what I mean; like John Lewis, she too has a slogan: Never knowingly overpaid. One of the recurring memories of my child- and teen-hood involves her returning from some sale somewhere and asking YorubaDad to “go on, guess how much it cost? Go on, guess!” Poor YorubaDad […]

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Why I Love… Dresses

Like many children of the 80s and 90s, I grew up in hardy denim and flannel, saving dresses (usually in too-warm velvet, rustly tafetta and itchy chiffon) for family weddings, birthdays, engagements, naming ceremonies, pretty much any gathering of more than 4 people… (ah, Nigerians!). So of course, I hated dresses, and all that they stood […]

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Time For A Younger Brother…

Growing up with a Yoruba Nigerian mother means I’ve been privy to a great number of awesome axioms, mad metaphors and splendid sayings. There are a few greats – I was startled when I first heard someone say: “The thing that killed your brother is warning you” a not-so-veiled plea to someone to curb their excesses. For […]

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Tall Enough?

I often spend hours procrastinating mindlessly on the Internet. It’s a bad habit that I generally excuse away, saying that it somehow relates to my job as a writer. In reality, it’s because I’m easily distracted, and like looking at pretty things. But it’s not all bad. From re-discovering obscure cartoons from my youth (this […]

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Who likes short shorts?

If you’re in London, you’ve probably been enjoying the last few days of glorious sunshine. Suddenly, it feels like summer is on its way. Whenever I take a deep breath outdoors, I am rewarded with the heady, musky scent of fresh pollen, and the world seems lighter, brighter, and filled with endless possibilities. Did that […]

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Interview-wear: The Decision

You may recall that I will be attending an interview at the university tomorrow, for a place on their highly regarded Masters programme. And you may also remember that I had no idea what to wear. Well, worry ye not. For having spent an hour (OK, three) in front of my wardrobe and my mirror, […]

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