Thankful: June 2014

Summer is here with a vengeance—and so are the mosquitoes! The things for which I’m thankful this month are almost as numerous as the mosquito bites I got last weekend! My nephew celebrated two months of life this month. He’s such a sweetheart and it’s wonderful to see him growing and changing every few days. I am definitely thankful for his life and his good health. He had his first set of immunizations this month and I’m thankful for the health care system in place to provide care to Canadians from birth. So I learned Father’s Day seems to be on the same day in most countries, whereas Mother’s Day isn’t. We celebrated Father’s Day a week early since my dad would not be around for the day. My dad is an incredible man, so full of integrity and a desire to help us be our best selves, so any … Continue reading


Jummy turns 35Oh yes, it happened: I turned thirty-five years old at exactly 1:22pm EST yesterday! I thank my parents for deciding that they wanted to be parents! I can’t thank them without thanking God because He is the creator and sustainer of life. On the topic of sustaining, just think of the things you’ve done without problem while others who do the same thing or even play it safe end up suffering seriously for it! It sounds dramatic but I have examples: a local man did a handstand in his family’s swimming pool, fell awkwardly, and is now a quadriplegic. I think of all the times I’ve randomly done handstands or cartwheels while camping and fallen without hurting myself. How often do we cross the street improperly (jaywalk) without paying much attention while others who cross at the right place are mowed down by a careless driver? I don’t want to be morbid but we’re not alive because we’re doing anything special; it’s God. Continue reading

Hairstory (my hair history)

Good Naija Girl's Hairstory - age 10For the first 17 years of my life, my hair was relaxer-free and my mom was our family’s hair guru: she took care of the hair of five people, often staying up late to do it all, especially before school would start in September. This is one of the many reasons that I’d do anything for my mom—she was dedicated to our upkeep. At first she did the Yoruba style of braiding (irun didi, which looked like teeeny french braids) for my sister and I and sometimes she’d “thread” our hair (irun kiko? I’m sure that’s not the right term); later she learned how to cornrow (we called it weaving) which is similar to irun didi. Continue reading

On pregnancy

I first noticed it in 2008, when I went to Nigeria for the first time as an adult. There I observed that when a blogger is silent, it usually means something big is going on, and among the Nigerian bloggers who’ve gone (temporarily) silent over the years, it’s usually because they’re getting married or having a baby (or both!). This is when I started thinking about different attitudes concerning pregnancy in Nigeria and Canada. In 2008, a tenant of my grandma’s loved being photographed—she was always photobombing pictures I was taking of others, or asking for her or her children to be photographed. However, two years later when she was about halfway through her pregnancy with her third child, she hurried away whenever I brought out my camera and wouldn’t discuss anything related to her pregnancy (I remember asking her how far along she was and asking if she knew … Continue reading