Sometimes I am random and to celebrate this I would like to share a silly selection of childhood Afropolitan memories: Rice stored in the margarine container in the fridge rather than tupperware. School pack lunch placed in an ice cream tub, much to your embarrassment, whilst all your other friends had nice, child friendly tupperware. … Continue reading Random Afropolitan Childhood memories
We Nigerians are a generous bunch; whether it is a wedding or a funeral, we enjoy giving gifts to our guests. Our generosity is legendary simply because the range of commemorative goodies given at parties range from the sublime to the utterly ridiculous. My uncle and I recently spoke about the most memorable random gifts we have … Continue reading Welcome to the weird and wonderful world of Nigerian party gifts
“Kem, do you want to take a break?” My best friend said, gently urging me to back away from my dinner plate. We were dining at a friend’s house and I was clearly struggling to finish my second helping. She approached slightly tentatively as if she were negotiating in a hostage situation, expecting to receive … Continue reading Eat like a lady, NOT like a man!
‘I love my books and I cannot lie- my mother got it oh so right’… Yes I remixed the song and I am not ashamed. I can’t help it. I love books. As a child, there was no greater pleasure than losing myself in stories or filling my mind with facts. Recently my mum was clearing … Continue reading SIR MIX A PLOT (Sorry I just LOVE books!)
Street children are some of the most vulnerable in the world- a silent majority of almost 100 million, populating the streets of developed and underdeveloped nations. They are often stigmatised – labelled as petty criminals and considered a nuisance to the establishment and mainstream society. Street children are often not orphans but victims of extreme … Continue reading Thrifty Afropolitan Meets… The Molo Street Children Project
It’s the end of the Easter Bank Holiday weekend and for many, undoubtedly a time of numerous visits to extended family. And if you are lucky enough, you might just have that one old school relative whose household is literally frozen in time circa 1980’s / early 1990’s. So in honour of these folk and … Continue reading 12 items you will find in an old school Afropolitan Living Room
My Facebook feed is flooded with references to feet. No I am not a secret member of the ‘I love feet’ fetish society, but I am a Christian and this day is one of Biblical significance – commemorating the Last Supper and the ceremonial washing of the Disciples’ feet by Jesus. Feet mean a lot … Continue reading Remembering Dad series: Mr Cheesy Feet
Today I had a blue day although I tried profusely to be positive and as thankful as possible, it didn’t work; The frustrations of work, pain of loss and the general weariness of life left me feeling utterly overwhelmed and blue. Truth be told my family and I are in the process of planning my … Continue reading ‘Remembering Dad’ series: The Love letter
Saturday mornings as a child were not what I considered ‘fun’ although looking back it wasn’t mean to be! Yes we had cereal and watched cartoons but I mainly remember the obligatory Saturday morning routine of cleaning, polishing and going food shopping with my parents. I remember one Saturday morning – that I didn’t want … Continue reading Saturday mornings in an ‘old school’ Afropolitan household
It’s the aftermath of Valentines weekend and as predicted, I have seen a number of happy couples announce their engagements on social media. Similarly this year will see an unprecedented number of my close friends getting married, (who happen to have West African connections) and I am delighted for obvious reasons but also because this … Continue reading ‘Where the party at?’ Why I love African parties!