In an interview held in a two-room, well-conditioned office with Afro-pop and Afro-soul singer, Simisola Ogunleye born in Ondo State, she described herself as simple, honest, creative, happy and a hustler.
When asked about what growing up felt like, she tried to paint a vivid picture of her childhood days by stating that she was a tomboy, spoilt, lived a comfortable life and grew up in a broken marriage. Simisola Ogunleye, famously known as ‘Simi’ made mention of the fact that she has never been to her hometown but the Nigerian culture influences the genre of music that she is into, as most of the lyrics of her songs are in pidgin and the application of certain vocal infection to give her listeners a ‘homely feeling’ when her songs are being played.
Continue reading “The Power of the African Culture with Simi.”
To the African woman, whom I admire, love and am grateful for:
Continue reading “WARRIOR.”
Food does make pretty much a lot of us happy. Is it weird? Well, sort of; but in a good way 🙂
Food is in a lot of ways source of healing. Have you ever seen the way Antony Bourdain talks about food? or is it Ree Drummond from the Food network with all the food porn she serves?
Food brings people of all kinds together. There is always a certain feeling of togetherness when people come together to celebrate with food. Have you been to a foot ball party to see how people just unite over food? Have you ever seen a nagging couple nag over good food? I watch Nollywood so much that, I know that when every fight between a couple ends, it ends with the question “have you eaten?” It has now become a form of apology
I remember how I came about this food thing. Apart from the fact that my mother is a retired chef, it’s personal for me. I suffered from depression a while ago and as you know, it’s sometimes hard to relate to one who suffers from depression; except you have been there. To some people it causes them to eat and to some it causes them to loose every appetite. And for me, I hardly ate at this period.
“well snap out of it!” that is the last thing to tell one who feels low and cannot see anything good in themselves. I have been there. Some will say, you better “grow up! and stop acting like a kid.”
Continue reading “For The Love Of Food”
“Kpa kpa kpa ra kpa”, the sound of knockout could be heard from the verandah of the two storey-building my family and I dwelled in as my sister and I simply enjoyed the breeze and beauty of the night.
Continue reading “Traditions: Festive Tale.”
Creator why was I not born white?
Why is my skin color black?
I kept asking myself everyday because
I did not understand the artistry and efficacy of the color black
Or what it meant to be black.
Continue reading “BL^CK.”