Can I ask you a personal question?

Me with my six packs!

Me with my six packs!

Can I ask you a personal question?

A question an average Nigerian will ask to cajole you into answering the most personal, ‘none of their business’ questions you can ever imagine.

I believe I’m an open person, you don’t need a preamble before asking me things(as long as you know your limit). Being chubby these days has its own downsides. Apart from needing a total change of wardrobe, I realize my waddling has gone to another level. And I don’t eat much o! Anyway, I keep getting pulled aside and asked the most personal question ever “are you pregnant?” What an in-polite way of asking why I’ve gained a few pounds. It is bad enough to see people gaping after my blossoming stomach but having the audacity to think pregnancy is just too much. I mean I have a 10 month old baby for goodness sake! I know some women get preggers months after delivery but I don’t consider myself one of them.

 

So here’s to all my fans monitoring the mating sessions I have with my hubby, please close ya eyes. The extra flesh on me is a sign of good living and I intend to rock the look for a lil while longer!

 

Cheers!

 

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Home.Safe

I haven’t written in a while. Within the period I have been away, a number of life changing situations have come my way.

It’s easy to put the blame on a writer’s block but I’d rather confess to being uninterested. Does this make me less of a writer? I do not think so.

I would like to think that motherhood has changed me a whole lot.

The things I considered so important seem less important. I would rather catch some sleep during the weekend than hang out with friends, I’d rather put on ugly maternity bras than stop breastfeeding, I’d rather make out time to play with my princess than work, and the list goes on.

Saturday mornings are the best. It is the day of the week where I catch my beauty sleep and go without a bath all day while ensuring I bond with my family. There is nothing like home… I feel safe at home, I am me at home, I love my home. It may seem like I am rambling a lot about nothing but there are times that you just sit back and appreciate the little things.

A while ago I suffered from a breakdown, none like I ever imagined or expected. My mind seemed to take control of my body and soul, those were the scariest times of my life. Wonder if I’m crazy? a little bit. No one goes through a breakdown and comes out the same.

I can only hold on to those little things that make life worth a living, my home.