Lmaoo...so on point.

I'm gradually getting depressed and frustrated, no husband, no job and worst of I still live with my overbearing mother blurted my friend.

Chidinma is a graduate from one of the universities in the UK, from a well to do family and pretty intelligent. Chidinma fell in love with a yoruba dude while studying in Manchester and they both agreed to get married right after their service year but to her utmost surprise her father kicked against the marriage and it never saw the light of the day, what were his reasons for not accepting the young yoruba guy to marry his igbo daughter?

He simply said over his dead body will he see his daughter marry a yoruba guy giving a history of betrayal between the two nations dating way back. She had to let go as she virtually got no support from her immediate family.
She was made to understand since she is the Ada(first daughter) she must marry from her state but nowhere else.

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This is quite a very touchy topic,
I have contemplated on posting this since I begun this blog, I really can't avoid it sincerely. I apologise before starting if this isn't going to be digested well by anyone.

Please note this is my diary meaning, it's my thoughts I pen down but where I deem fit to get more opinions I refer to google with accurate credit, copy verbatim and a back link.
Here we go, I have very close friends right from my school days or even childhood friends that are married but no kids. Some are running into 5years in marriage and not even a failed pregnancy for once.
Why the high rise of so called devil's way of making people unhappy by terming it infertility?

Infertility from my google search could be as a result of several factors such as;
1. Hormonal causes.
2 . Cervical causes.
3. Uterine causes.
4. Damage to fallopian tubes.
5. Unknown medical explanations or unexplained fertility.

Now, for better understanding you could refer to this page for better understanding of the causes of infertility. Where I'm more concerned about is the last one as my close friends fall under such category.

I summoned courage one day and asked my own very chief bridesmaid at my wedding what is wrong as it's almost 5years and no baby? it's a very touchy issue and I didn't want to sound like I was adding to the already mounted pressure from the line of her inlaws.
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Now, from the outside marriage is so attractive and beautiful but on the inside it isn't a place for the faint hearted. If your entire prayer point this year was to get married, think again and ask yourself if really you are ready to weather the marriage storm?





Here are some facts you should know about marriage, they may not look challenging but it's good you know what you getting into;


1. The men may be genetically predisposed to cheat.
Deal with this with utmost wisdom and the men remember hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

2. There are ways to perfect that imperfect  partner.
If you believe you can change a man or a woman go right ahead. 

3. Love isn't just enough to sustain a marriage, friendship does.
So true on this...friendship matters most.

4. Marriage doesn't translate to frequent sex.
Yes! You could go for weeks without sex. 

5. There is no such thing as a perfect marriage but a well managed marriage. 
Yes, never believe the lie of, "my home is perfect".

6. Marriage does not translate to satisfaction in life.
Absolutely no need to explain further.


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Before embarking on a trip one would properly prepare, right? As I recently became a housewife you all know about, here is a list of my starter kit in other to make my present situation worth the while.



1. Device with internet connection.




Believe me your days will be boring without a device with internet connection, how would you get to know all the juicy gossips on blogs or what's the latest with Naija mom? heehehehe.

2. A maid or labour saving equipment.



The whole idea is to have  a stress free stay at home. You don't need to spend your entire  day cleaning and getting stressed from domestic chores. Invest in labour saving equipment or get a maid if you cant handle them. I cant though.

3. Cable tv.

 




Housewives all over the developed world are  accused of staying home and watching cable tv all day, I wonder what they want us to do while at home, work till we drop? Abegi....tune to those interesting channels that makes us to believe once more in true love. It can be accompanied with a glass of good wine, juice or snack on fruits.

4. Sexy lingeries,





scented candles and petals.

For God sake how would any sane housewife who watches all the romantic programs from zee world to telemundo not be Hot everyday. In other to set the environment and mood for a perfect lovemaking get yourself the perfect sexy lingerie and believe me your man will respond positively to your desires...* winks*

5.  Money!!!
The list isn't complete without some money at hand. How would you buy airtime on your phone to gossip? Ah! Thats how housewives while away time too nau...abi?


 we need money to shop as well , we necessarily might not need all the things we buy but who cares? It relieves stress abegi.





We need money as well to hang out with fellow jobless housewives just to console ourselves we are happy without a job even though deep down we admire working class wives.





6. Read a book!



Take time off and read a book. Its not always about gossiping, romance and shopping, educate and empower yourself.

7. Exercise!



Be sure to quickly add some weight once you adopt this lifestyle. Shed off those excess fat and be fit for yourself and DH.

8. Pray!



The rest of your entire family is away, sacrifice about 30minutes of your time every day to commit them into the Lord's hands. Pray for  guidance , wisdom, knowledge, patience and blessings upon your entire household.


This is my starter kit as a housewife, what did I miss? And what's yours? Share with us.




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Since about Monday this week I've been a little bit down, I had this constant sick feeling in my tommy, general body weakness and on and off fever.
I tried to wave it aside saying it is because of change in activities, I'm no longer as active as before. I took PCM for a couple of days and felt just slightly better.

I decided I go in for a proper test yesterday been Thursday. When I got to the hospital just few minutes past 8am, at the packing lot I couldn't help the urge to throw up the contents in my tommy....in a split second I vomited on the floor at the parking lot. Patients and passersby were heard saying, "sorry madam ",
 "call the nurses quickly ", 
one now said, "congratulations madam, na so boy pikin dey do for belle".
What?! Could I be preggers? 
I never even thought towards that direction for once all long.
All this while I was sited on ‎a bench meant for the security men, I was waiting for the potters to come clean the mess so I can tip them a little. I quickly stood up and walked briskly towards the hospital reception, I kept doubting in my mind, its not pregnancy, God turn every positivity into negativity. I turn prayer warrior under 1minute.

"Madam? May we have your small card?, that was the receptionist that spoke to me‎. I fumbled in my bag trying to get the small card and still firing my prayer of negativity silently. I handed him the card and he asked me to enter the first door by left down the hall. I found the door which was slightly open, I walked in and saw the Dr who greeted me first and asked me to sit down. 

He glanced at his computer screen and read out my name. What is your problem? The Dr asked. I narrated all the symptoms to him and the latest package I dropped at the parking lot.  He pulled out a test form and asked me to run pregnancy ‎ test. I thanked him and headed towards the lab.


At that point I started thinking of all my sins with DH, those kinky nights with sexy lingeries and scented candle‎s or is it those early morning quickies? Chai! It all became worthless to me at that moment faced with all symptoms pointing towards pregancy. 

My blood sample was taken at the lab and asked to wait 20minutes, I felt like I was told to wait 20years. ‎I tried to take my mind off it but I kept thinking if it turns out positive, what next? I swore on that spot to get a proper family planning as I wasnt on any.
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20minutes elapsed and no word from them at the lab, I decided to remind them I was still around. They asked me to wait another 10mins....i sat down and continued waiting for the life changing results. 

Finally, I was told to meet the Dr as my results were sent to him. I was taking two steps at a time, no time to waste abeg. The Dr asked me to sit down let him tell me the results of the tests I just ran.

To be continued......‎
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The vgina is as beautiful as a rose, think and see it that way. 


Society has made our anatomy almost a taboo subject in the past. Thankfully that is slowly changing. You shouldn't be embarrassed about looking at your own vagina. Some girls are clueless about their vaginas, what the different parts do, what is ‘normal' and even the way it looks. Well there is no ‘normal' looking vagina; just like your face is different to almost everyone in the world. So let's get right to it and find out what makes a vagina actually is.

The vulva is the area of female sex organs that lies outside of the vagina. These organs include folds of sensitive tissue called the "labia" (labia means "lips". There are two sets of labia. The outermost folds are called the labia majora. A second set of folds, called thelabia minora, is enclosed within the labia majora. 
 
The vulva also contains the mounded area made by the pubic bone (mons pubis), a small, round organ(clitoris), and the openings of the vagina and urinary canal (urethra). The vagina is the passageway that extends from outside of the body to the uterus (womb).‎

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As early as the kid starts sitting properly or walking u can start potty training.

Getting them to know the potty is the right place poop or pee is the first step. Few times all them watch u use the loo.

Encourage them to use the potty on their own by rewarding them after using the potty successfully.

Note its a gradual process that might take months to perfect.

Please Naija mum,I want to use this medium to ask this question. I was arguing with a male colleague at work on friday, which should come first, a wife's submission to her husband or a husband to love his wife? According to him, he said in the bible, wifes'  were addressed first to submit to their husbands before telling husbands to love their wifes' as Christ loved the church. In my opinion, I think Love should come first because  if husbands were commanded to love their wives as Christ loved the church,he died for our sins and  that's the greatest sacrifice of all,so what do you think?‎

Naija Mama‎, ‎i've been a regular visitor to your blog after you advertised it on......blog and I have also introduced my colleagues to your blog as well(Thank you darling). For the first time I wasn't happy with your post titled: Trick Nigerian men use to trick women into marriage to think women are worse in the deceit game of hooking guys to marriage ‎baffles me. I have been a victim seven good times of women's deceit, permit me to narrate what happened in the seven different incidents.

 The pregnancy card:‎  Nonyerem, was my love I met at NYSC camp, we hit it off almost immediately and when she saw that my future and carrier was bright, fiam! She carry belle. Her true colours began to show when I told her she had to birth the baby before  ‎we walk down the aisle. Unfortunately she lost the pregnancy and I dumped quickly her before she ruined me.

The sucking up to his parents card: t‎he mistake I made with Vanessa was that I met her in my country home during one of the festive periods and my mother liked her, Vanessa spent more time getting to know my parents  than myself and the relationship. She'd travel and spend weeks with my parents and would hardly spend even a weekend with me. I had to tell her it isn't my parents you are going to marry and I packed it up for obvious reasons.‎


Dont touch, i'm a virgin: ‎Blackie my colleague and friend had a  cousin who was a medical student, she fell in love with me and gave me the 'i'm a virgin card', I believed her and promised myself I was going to wife her. we dated more over the phone  since she was caged in school.  ‎On holidays she'd visit me and I always respected her and never attempted to even go beyond kissing her lips. That's how one day port harcourt rain decided to change course and rain so heavily and flooded everywhere, see me and fine young babe stuck inside my apartment and I couldn't even suck boobi. As a sharp guy I calculated quickly, even if i'm to wife her soon their is no crime in test driving her. That's how I engaged her in a hot steamy romance and before  I knew it she opened up her honey pot for me and to God who made me I didn't feel the walls of her Vjay. My fellow guys will understand better....the rest is history.


The neat freak card: ‎Ese was my university sweetheart who would take time everyday to clean my one room off campus apartment, wash my dirty clothes and cook for me, little did she know I kept her for the three years of the relationship because she decided to play the hardworking girlfriend card and I knew‎ she wasn't really  who she said she was since her apartment was a pigsty. 

The holy art thou card: ‎The first day I decided to follow Pastor John to one of the new generation churches, I came back with a choirister from his church, when pastor John himself warned me of her antics saying her church going activities is only a hoax, I quickly packed up the incubating relationship before it develops into a marriage.
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The non-materialistic girlfriend card:  Ola‎itan would tell me i'm just starting life and don't need to spend much on her since we needed more money if we eventually get married. The list she gave me for only our introduction alone could comfortably wed three or four middle class Nigerian citizens. 

The obedient and easy going card: Lizzy almost got my head rolling on this card, she never argued with me and everything moved on so well with her, we never had the usual lovers quarrel. She was ready to have sex with me 5times a day if I wanted and I felt I found the right one. I quickly got some key persons from my family together let's begin marriage proceedings, after introduction,  Lizzy changed over night, the babe no agree tender kpomo for shining again...ofcos, the rest is history.

From: Mac Prince.‎





Hahahahahahhahah....i couldn't help but laugh at the write-up. Coincidentally you are my son's namesake but I really feel for you on this. The floor is open for you guys to come in and confirm or debunk this his side of story.






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Good one kid!

Something quite embarrassing happened to me today...ok this is it, basically I try to cut my kids sugar intake  all the time so as to avoid sugar flare, tooth decay and obesity. Soda, packed juices and chocolates are consumed minimally by my kids‎. Today we had a guest and I offered her a pack of cold juice, some ice cubes and a glass cup.
 

I instruct my kids never to ever ask a guest for drinks when offered to them, the older 3 are very much aware of the consequences of begging at all but not my last kid who can barely understand an ordinary statement without mimicking it in her own baby language. Before I knew what was going on she brought a big water bottle of almost one litre to ask my guest for some fruit juice, I gave my kid the disapproving look but she went on to ask her for some fruit juice I even tried to cajole her to go get hers from the refrigerator but she was hell bent on having some of the guest's fruit juice. My kid was finally offered some fruit juic‎e and that left me embrassed.

Every mother wants to portray a picture of a perfect home of well mannered kids but seriously it ain't easy as been imagined. It's only the grace of God that guides us in training our children so that they can stop falling our hand...lol. who can translate the phrase: "pikin fall her mama hand" to correct English please? I've been trying to crack my brain to get it right. 



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charix:
33* years. Born in 1982.

Lie! Born in 1984.

She isnt 32 years, she just clocked 31 last month.

ULSHERLAN:
Lol

Nothing looks foreign about this dogs maam

Exactly my annoyance, and they prefer the foreign dog food. Can u imagine?

ULSHERLAN:
Lol

Nothing looks foreign about this dogs maam

Exactly my annoyance, and they prefer the foreign dog food. Can u imagine?

BiitchAmMe:
@Op these are monitoring spirits(Dogs) from ur mother side

Hahahahahah..i sincerely wish oo so she can see my workload and she will come work for me free.

grayht:
All dis dogs wey if them dey bark their tail go dey twist....!

You know them so well, so annoying aswear.

Wow! Thanks for the info.

I need serious help, my kids newly acquired dogs from grandma are ‎getting me mad and running me down financially. 

After my kids spent their holiday with granny, they Were gifted with two dogs they  "claimed" to be purely foreign bred, biko(please) help me look at the pictures above, don't they look like ekuke(african village dogs)? They don't bark or even look scary, to make matters worse they have a huge appetite for good food.

Is it the cost of the dog food that annoys me or the fact that ‎the dogs ain't potty trained? They drop their faeces all over the house and pass urine on shoes at the door step. ‎

All attempts to get them potty trained didn't work, it rather made the dogs get scared of all humans. It's like training a baby all over, it's just annoying seriously.
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I buy them the bag of crunchy Jo-Jo dog food that cost me N10,000 and the same brand of canned dog food is N1500. That's too expensive for those local dogs that don't bark, I wonder what their use is... no one in the house consumes a meal equivalent to N1500 in one sitting then why should a dog who sleeps all day eat such expensive meals? 


I tried to set them free yesterday so I can be free from such unnecessary expenses and filth but they refused to leave my house despite all encouragements from me, I decided to give them cooked rice and they left it for birds and lizards to eat it, can you imagine?

Who has a cost free suggestion on how to maintain these dogs? ‎ All suggestions will be appreciated. Thanks.



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Jollyjoy:
What are you giving away
Ebola abi hype

Hahahahahah God forbid I give ebola....funny you.

Check out my blog and see for urself. Thanks.

Just a random silly  question is another way to keep their blog running and visitors returning. 
‎
 White or black?
‎
 Some comments comes out sincere with reasons backing up their decision‎ like say na university thesis while others will just make you wonder how they got a device with internet connection. 

But if we upcoming bloggers try any of these blunders, our traffic reduces as if we insulted them.‎ 
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To myself and all new and existing bloggers, "we shall get there"!


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Another common post to keep visitors busy is, lifting pictures off celebrity instagram pages just like this...



And you read sincere comments like; " awww...beautiful ", " my favourite actress " and heartbreaking ones like " go and marry", hian!

Or they go like; Tweet of the day.  ‎
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They will publish this and go to groove for hours while internet trolls derail the post.‎

Every new or i'd rather say upcoming blogger can relate to this: there are certain days we don't just have anything to blog on, no inspiration or just anything worth driving traffic to your blog. 


Well, this predicament falls more on those who aren't blogging on celebrity news and gossip. When it comes to original content walahi, blogging no easy sha...lol.
No inspiration isn't an excuse though , "he who decides to blog should know how to keep it running"- Naija mom.

We will all get to that point where we publish just anything and we won't loose blog visitors just like those that have made a strong name in blogging.  

I admire them sincerely, they could publish just anything that makes no much meaning and the comments it generates is even more than the comments I get in a week. 

Example : What is wrong with this picture? 

After giving it such a title one actually begins to crack his or her brain looking for what is wrong?  ‎Sincerely, is anything wrong with it?

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I remember the first time I ever left my home town in my entire life to Lagos state, I hadn't clocked 10years but I could feel the enthusiasm deep in my soul...lol. I was to spend a few weeks holiday with my uncle and his wife.
My aunt been a woman who had lived in the city for a long time cooked less of our local meals and more of the modern dishes. It  was during my visit In lagos I  first tasted noodles, hot dogs, canned mushrooms and I noticed rice was not just a Sunday meal but eaten almost every other  day...that was the best part of my holiday...lol

When I returned to my hometown after my few weeks holiday in Lagos I was quick to gist my folks of Lagos life, I told them how I saw plenty water without ending(i.‎e the beach) and so many intertwined bridges...lol. When I mentioned the hot dogs I ate my dad got a bit inquisitive and asked how it tasted and how it looked like, when I answered his questions he was convinced I ate a dog's tail....lmao and when I mentioned mushrooms he screamed saying mushrooms are poisnous and I should never eat them again, he placed me on a daily dose of liquid peak milk to diffuse the suspected  effect of poisonous mushrooms in my body...lmao. When I told him how noodles looks  like he was convinced it was a special specie of rice....hahahahahahaah.

I'm still reminiscing here with my sister and enjoying Enugu state, i've had a sumptuous plate of Abacha with ugba and plenty fried fish. 
Please keep sharing your childhood experiences and what you ate today. 
Cheers! ‎

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I'm about to tell a bit of a sad tale concerning a loss I experienced some years ago‎, it was actually a miscarriage I had. I didn't ever get to hold my child but the loss hurts deeply till date as I felt  I already had the connection with the unborn baby the moment he/she was fertilized in my womb.

I was 12weeks gone in pregnancy, I had registered for antenatal and was taking my pre-natal vitamins religiously. On a faithful morning I had the urge to use the loo when I woke up, I passed stool normally and ‎when I wiped with loo roll I noticed their was blood stain on the roll. I panicked naturally and called DH's attention to what I noticed, he suggested we quickly see my Doctor, we rushed down to the hospital and the Gynecologist suggested we first run an ultrasound scan. 

We got referred to a sonographer who arranged an immediate ultrasound scan for me, he carried DH and I along while he was doing it. He showed us some vital signs of the foetus on the screan which we couldn't really make out despite they claim it was a 3D scan, the obvious thing we noticed was the heart beat. He assured us it's a good sign the heart beat is strong and told us the gynecologist will advise us further on what to do. 

We returned to the gynecologist who suggested I have a bed rest and return if the bleeding gets bad. We thanked him and we left for home. I adhered to the doctor's instruction and rested but 2days later the bleeding got worse and i rushed to the hospital immediately. An ultrasound scan was required again and that was when I got the shocker of my life, no heart beat found, what?! That's not possible I lamented, I saw the heart beat of my unborn child barely three days ago.  I pleaded with the sonographer to check properly and he obliged to satisfy me and he  sadly confirmed the foetus was lifeless. ‎

I wept profusely as the gynecologist suggested an immediate evacuation of the remains out of my uterus. DH tried his best to console me and calls started flooding my phone from relatives to give me words of encouragement as well.

A week after my loss I decided to reflect on the past 12weeks and figure out where I went wrong that possibly lead to the death of my unborn baby.‎ I consulted my ever reliable google and saw a whole lots of causes that can lead to a miscarriage. 

They mentioned unhealthy lifestyle and habits such as smoking and consuming alcohol orally, I never indulged in such‎ even prior to pregnancy that was ruled out. Diseases such as kidney, heart and thyroid diseases are said to be a likely cause, that obviously was ruled out as well, then this particular cause got to me, it roughly stated the body rejects the foetus due to high immunity the mother has. It could be as a result of diet or natutal causes. 

I remember I always experienced terrible nausea and craved sour drinks to ease the nausea. This made me consume excessive lime tea and concentrated hibiscus flower drink(zobo). I guess it built a very high immunity in me and probably lead to the miscarriage, nonetheless it's always wise to take everything in moderation when pregnant and I could be wrong with my conclusion too as well. Any way, it's my diary and only sharing so we can all learn a thing or two. ‎

‎With counseling and support from loved ones I healed a bit but when I took in and put to birth the following year my heart was healed completely and my joy replaced. 
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It happened a friend of mine lost a 17week old pregnancy and only told me the tragic news today while I was at work. I promised to check on her unfailingly today to console and encourage her been that i've been there and I sure know how painfully it is. I'll narrate my ordeal on my miscarriage on a stand alone post. 

When I got to her home I met her niece and her two kids playing on the patio, I asked for their Mommy and I was told she was in the shower I decided to sit on the lawn chair at the patio and  wait for her. Muna the older of the kids whom is so fund of my older son asked after him and I promised i'll bring Josh over for a play date soon. I'd say Muna is quite an overly active kid that talks a bit too much ‎, before I could even rehearse my first line of consolation I wanted to offer his Mommy he had narrated 10different stories. How his daddy bought him a tablet device, took him to Games, bought him a swatch wrist watch and so on...he went on to say he loves his daddy so much but he beats mummy a lot. My ears  stood as I heard that last story,
" your daddy beats your  Mommy"? I Asked Muna.
He said yes confidently and added his Daddy only beats Mummy at night and quickly started giving sexual movements to show how Daddy beats Mommy. I was too shocked to say a word, I began to wonder what this little dude have been exposed to this early in life. How could his parents be so careless to practice the precious moments in front of their son? Enough of the entertainment I said to myself, I quickly told him to remind his Mommy I was around. 

When she came we exchanged pleasantries and I consoled her sincerely and promised her God will always replace every loss in her life. She expressed her gratitude and offered me a malt drink. We talked a bit on current affairs and life generally and I announced my intention to leave. She asked to take a walk with me since I wasn't mobile, on our way I decided to tell her of the "special"‎ Mommy and Daddy fight Muna told me about. She obviously was embarrassed but that wasn't my aim, my aim was make her aware it isn't the right thing to do in front of minors even though you think they are asleep. 

She threatened to spank Muna, well, I didn't discourage her from doing that, an 8years old boy should learn what to say and what not to say. ‎
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On this note I urge parents to be discrete with there bedroom activities around their kids. ‎ Don't assume they are kids and don't know what you both are doing or they are sleeping. Suspend or take it elsewhere if around minors, you could ignorantly be teaching them something very wrong, you wouldn't want them to practice it on someone else's kid, would you?



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I cant create new posts, please help!!

cc Seun.

I just thought of the stunts I pulled in all my pregnancies and decided to share it , when I say stunts I actually mean those moments you crave certain things and you throw tantrums at your husband just to get what you want. 


I'll never forget this day I craved noodles and  geisha with plenty pepper spice and a cold can of Fayrouz drink at 11pm . I had none of these at home not even pepper. I was restless, I tried to sleep but I kept thinking of a steamy plate of noodles and a chilled bottle of Fayrouz. At 12midnight I couldn't help it anymore, I woke my husband up and  said to him.
 "The baby wants a hot plate of peppered geisha noodles and a chilled can of Fayrouz drink".
He replied; "‎where on earth do you want me to get those at the dead of the night? It's 12midnight please  plead with the baby to wait till when the day breaks. I started weeping profusely like my whole world ended.

My husband got really confused as he saw me crying, he picked up his wallet and car keys and said he'll go to where Hausas sell groceries to buy what I need since they make sales all night. ‎I quickly wiped my eyes and told him to drive carefully. The pregnancy blues took better part of my thinking, I failed to realize how unsafe it was to drive that late at night in naija. 

Less than an hour he was home with every item I requested, I was so excited and went straight to the kitchen to make my peace meal for the unborn baby‎. I cooked and ate what I craved and was back to bed in no time. The following day my husband bought three different flavours of noodles, a carton of fayrouz canned drink, a carton of of geisha and finally a basket of fresh peppers. Ah! All these for what? I asked. He said so you'll stop sending me on a wild goose chase every midnight. The cravings for noodles stopped on sighting those food items. That's how pregnancy cravings flip in a moment.

On a fine day I was driving past a road side bukka and I saw the sumptuous looking Ewa agoyin( a small seeded specie of beans that takes several hours to cook) been dished out to some locals. I quickly packed by the road side and rolled out of the vehicle like a ball with my big tommy. I asked  how much a plate of Ewa costs? I was told 50naira. What?! That's cheap. I requested for one plate in a take-away pack and 2portions of plantain and a loaf of agege bread. I literarily felt my baby dancing in my tommy over the choice of food I was buying. The part that thrilled me most while the food was been packed was Were she poured some fried onions in palm oil over the Ewa agoyin. I promised myself to visit her more often...lmao.


I went straight home and devoured my meal with a bottle of water. I excitedly told my husband when he got home what I ate and in his usual manner he made mockery of me saying, "he took me out of the village to the city but the village doesn't want to leave me". It didn't stop there, after my antenatal visit one sunny day I saw a make shift tent canteen. I sincerely wanted to buy a bottle of water and go my way, on sighting a woman dishing out ofada stew, I tried to fight the urge but I couldn't take my eyes off it, I made up my mind to ask for ofada rice if they don't have I go my way. When they confirmed they had ofada rice, I said to myself they'll win this battle only once. In less than five minutes I saw myself eating ofada rice and stew. 

After I left I began thinking of the health implications of eating from all these road side vendors. I shook off the thought I went my way. Just a few times I craved ice cream or ice cubes‎ I never craved clay soil like some women do. 

It didn't stop me from cooking healthy meals at home and also take my pre-natal vitamins religiously. I avoided coffee and any form ‎of alcohol consumed orally. It's essential every pregnant eats healthy meals and live a healthy life generally. Exercise moderately it'll help when labor comes, don't drop the standard of your hygiene and most of all love yourself, your unborn child(ren) and your spouse unconditionally.  


Take care till I come your way again.

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In recent times i've noticed Naija women have become more conscious of their postpartum ‎ body. The desire to loose all the baby fat, flat tommy and a banging body is what every woman looks forward to immediately she puts to birth.


I'm not left out on this desire as well, some loose theirs effortlessly while others have to go push extra miles to achieve their desired hour glass figure. I think i've found myself in both situations in my lifetime so far. 

After my first baby, I was still so young and had no issues loosing all the baby fat, a woman's age has a considerable large role to play in it. With just mild dieting and no‎ serious form of exercise I lost all the fats that accumulated at my arms, face and my waist line was back to an average 29inches. Unbelievable right? 

But trouble started when I had dropped more babies and I was gradually  accumulating excess fat around my entire body, I was too lazy to watch my weight, I ate lots of junk food and drank a lot of soda too. Before I knew it, I took in for another baby again, I was gradually getting larger and larger like I was I preparing for a beauty contest with hippopotamus or rather a whale...Lmao.

I had little I could do at the time since I was expecting a baby soon. Few months after delivery I doubled in size‎ due to the fact I was religiously breast feeding. I became so lazy and gradually getting comfortable with my new found whale weight. 

Subtly, my husband would suggest I accompany him to the gym let's work out together and i'll decline saying the baby still breast feeds. Little did I know my weight was beginning to bother him but he knew it's a very touchy topic and wanted to handle it carefully. 

One day, my husband and I took the last of our kids for some immunization shots and we met his old ‎
 School mates at the hospital and they both Were excited to reunite after several years, we talking about 20yrs or so....the friend realizing someone was with him(my husband) now asked my husband I was his elder sister, fine! We look alike which most couples do after staying together for a long time but this his elder sister is 6years older than my husband. So, indirectly I look older than my husband? My husband quickly corrected him saying i'm his wife, we exchanged pleasantries and I excused myself to go give the shots to my little one.

At that point, I had a good rethink about my whale weight and challenged myself to shed everything within 30days. Yes! 30days weight loss challenge it is. I first bought a pair of 10kg dumb bells and a skipping rope to start with. Since I had no one to look after the kids so there was no need registering in a gym, my home was going to be the gym and my kids Were going to be my instructors. 

Lydia was going to count while I skipped, I started with a poor 20skips a day and gradually went to 50 skips and so on. The 10kg dumb bells Were lifted approximately 20 to 30times a day as well, I cut of all forms of junk foods and sodas and ate healthy meals. Within 7days I noticed an impressive change, I added sit-ups and jugging around my compound with my kids, they enjoyed those playful moments and they urged me to stretch beyound my limits. They do theirs effortlessly since they are kids but old age was telling on their momma...lol.

The fourth week of my weight loss challenge I lost about 18kg, my tommy fat was gone. That's impressive I said to myself but I was faced with another challenge most people face after loosing weight which is the flabby skin from the tommy. I bought my self a waist trainer and used it for another couple of months with a healthy eating habit and my husband had to confess one day I really look good. This is what gets him confused and wants to make me mother Abraham, mother of many nations....lol.‎

Women out there I urge you to always love your body first and don't get comfortable with unwanted fat under your skin, shed it, look good, the world is just starting and not ending, apply good make-up always. In fact, ‎I think I should make a post on  personal and outward appearance in naija mothers.


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