Convocation: The Struggle of a Slay Queen


*Slides in on a hoverboard* Hullo! Yeah, it’s me. Who else has got a good dramatic entrance game like I do?! *winks* How’re you doing? Good yeah?! In this post, I shared a couple of my convocation pictures with you. Now, I’m here to give you the full gist. My convocation was over a month ago so I hope I remember all the juicy gist. Hol’up! There’s no juicy gist o, before I trigger someone’s amebo mode *lol*.

I finished school last year December and had my induction ceremony in February this year-you can click here to read about it. The University of Ibadan’s Convocation ceremony always falls on the same week as her Founder’s day hence the delay. I had completely forgotten about it (because I felt my induction ceremony was enough) until a friend of mine mentioned it and I realized it was gonna be around the same time I’d be in Ibadan for my 2-week leave. So I thought “Why not go since you’re already gonna be in IB?”

I had about 2 weeks notice thus the planning begun. What to wear? To beat my face or not? Should I use one of my heels or get a new one? I was edging towards not beating my face mostly because of the weather and I perspire a lot besides having an oily skin but my sister threatened to disown me, so I was left with no other choice. I decided to sew my dress in a bid to avoid the stress I underwent on the search for my induction outfit (which was ruined after the first wash, thankfully after my induction). Teti─my friend; who’s undergoing her internship here and is also a UI alumna─and I contacted Ibilola; a final year medical student in the College of Medicine, University of Ibadan and sent our measurements. I was going for something decent, hot and classy. It was a struggle picking a style as I find the whole searching for a style to sew very stressful but I got help from Teti and I ended up merging two different outfits (a dress I liked but didn’t want the sleeves design because of the heat and a sleeve design from another dress). Do you do that too? Let me know in the comment section.

I travelled to IB on Saturday and immediately went shoe-shopping. I decided to sleep over in UCH the night before convocation to make getting my makeup done easier as we were expected to be seated at the hall by 7.30am (Can you imagine?! Were they expecting us to start our makeup by 4am? *smh*). It also made it convenient to pick up my dress the previous night. You guys ehn, my dress was on point! Dayum! It was… *swallows saliva* I’ll just include pictures below.

On the D-day, I got to Utyliciouz’s by 4.30am (Yes! I had to be there that early, even though my appointment was for 7am because she had other clients booked before then). I finished my makeup around 8am (Yes o, I was 30 minutes late and I wasn’t gonna kill myself *shrugs*), got to the University of Ibadan Conference Centre, took some pictures and went in. But before we could go in, there were officials that had to check us in, literally. I found it so cute. Let me explain, so they ensured our sashes were properly worn and then helped pin it properly. I really did find it cute and it made me proud of my Alma mater (*chants* Greatest UI!!!).

I found the ceremony very interesting and was glad I showed up even though my family and friends weren’t in attendance because I didn’t think it necessary as they were present for my induction ceremony. I also united with my classmates and lots of picture taking, snapchatting, whatapp story updating and stuff went down. I took some professional pictures after the ceremony, got invited to some after-parties and I had an outing spring up as well but sadly I couldn’t attend any as I had a lot of stuff to do at home.

Oh! Did I mention how glad I was that my sister threatened me?! Yass! Utyliciouz understands and gets my face so well that I barely oiled out. Although, I also carried along a handfan for protection *lol*. So I went for a light coverage look with dark lips and she beat my face to slayage. She’s done my makeup a number of times though (you can check them out on her Instagram page) but I’d have to say my convocation look is my favorite so far.


Would you guys wanna see a “before” picture? Please say “No”. Most “before” pictures have a way of looking super horrible *sighs*. While I deliberate on whether to post one or not, I almost forgot to mention how I struggled with the decision on whether to wear a wig or use my natural hair although someone was kind enough to weave my hair into cornrows the previous night. I also asked her to apply Eco Styler Gel so it’d come out curly if I did go with my hair but after I tried on the wig with my makeup on fleek the following day, I decided “Wig it is!” coupled with the fact that I was running late and had no time to loosen the cornrows and style my hair. I’ll drop pictures of me in cornrows (he he) and a wig.

Now to the dress, I’ll won’t say too much. I’ll just include the pictures below. Talking about pictures, August55Media is the B O M B ! ! ! I loved all my pictures. Trying to select which to show you guys was a herculean task. I’m not even exaggerating, they perfectly captured moments I didn’t even realize existed.



Do you guys see what’s going on here? Why would you check a lady’s butt at the risk of getting caught on camera? *smh*


Can you tell it turned into a lowkey modelling session?


This is one of favs.

Dress by Genteel by Lola.

Okay fine, one more? Just one more. Okay two more. *smiling sheepishly*

I still can’t get enough of these pictures… *covers face* All photo credit goes to August55Media

So, do you think it is necessary to attend one’s convocation ceremony? If you attended your convocation, kindly share how it went in the comment section. I will be glad to read it. Did you throw a big party or run off to some quiet place? If you didn’t attend yours, share your reasons with me. Also, tell me what you think about my dress, did I nail it? *winks*

Leave a comment below and I will respond as soon as possible.

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P.S: Did you notice I escaped sharing a “before” picture? *giggling* And you guys forgot about it *tongue out* If you didn’t, head over to Utyliciouz page, drop a comment on what you think about my “before” picture. Don’t forget to mention me in your comment so I’ll receive a notification.


Things You Need to Know About Piercing Care and Home Remedies for a Piercing Infection

It’s 1:42 am as I type this. I had a pretty long day so I planned to sleep early but here I am…

Let’s talk about piercings. What’s your take on them? Are you crazy about them or do you fall among the category of people that are fine with the one they got at birth? If not, how many piercings have you got and where?

I really love piercings but not to the extent of staying up this late writing on the topic (it’s not that deep). The only reason I’m up right now and typing this is because I just discovered I have a piercing infection. Specifically a tragus (small flap of cartilage that is located right next to the outside of your ear canal) piercing infection. Sad innit?

Image credit: Pinterest

I only had a pair of piercing on my ears until I was 15. My sister and I got another pair on her 13th birthday. I can’t remember whose idea it was but fast forward to last year, I planned to get more on my birthday as well but wasn’t able to until 2weeks ago. I got 3 piercings (a pair on my ears and one on my left tragus because my left dimple is the deeper one. I know I sound very vain *shrugs). And this time I got it without my sister.

The instructions I got from the professional piercer were:

1. Clean them with disinfectant twice daily.

2. Do not let soap or shampoo come in contact with the piercings.

3. Ensure nothing including your hair touches your piercings.

4. Do not put your phone close to your piercings/ear.

4. Remove and clean the earrings after 2weeks.

5. Rotate the earrings everyday with clean hands.

Except for the times I’d forget and hold my phone directly to my ear instead of using earphones, I adhered to these instructions. Considering how sensitive I am, I’d say my tragus piercing got infected 2days ago. I noticed it was swollen but it didn’t start feeling warm and heavy till this morning. And I didn’t confirm it was an infection until about 2 hours ago when I noticed pus oozing out of it. I immediately cleaned it with Methylated spirit and spent 30 minutes trying to take out the earring. When I finally did, the struggle to take out the earring worsened the swelling.

I suspect the infection might have been triggered by a jewelry rejection. My skin reacts to jewelries that aren’t pure gold or silver and I’ve always known that but my own earring couldn’t fit into the earring gun when I was piercing so I had to use the ones they had hoping since it is an original GL ( I have no idea what GL stands for, does anyone?), I could get away with not reacting at least until the piercings heal. Alas, I was wrong! *sigh*

I had to research on tragus piercing right after disinfecting mine and replacing the GL earring. I came across a few things that were omitted by the piercer and I thought to share them with you guys. I hope you find this helpful.

Things You Need To Know About Piercing Care

1. Do not clean with alcohol, dettol, iodine, hydrogen peroxide or contact solution as they will burn and ruin your piercing.

2. The best disinfectants to use for piercings are Sterile Saline Solution or non-iodized sea salt water.

3. Do not sleep on the ear/part where you had your piercing done until it’s completely healed.

4. Avoid swimming until piercing is healed.

5. Avoid playing with piercing or touching with dirty hands.

6. Turn the earring ONLY when it’s wet (during cleaning).

7. Be careful not to tug or pull the jewelry especially when putting on round/narrow-neck tops/t-shirts.

7. Ear lobe piercings takes 2-3months to heal while cartilage piercings take about 3months – 1year depending on individuals.

8. Cartilage piercings require more TLC.

Some causes of piercing infections

1. Piercing with an inexperienced piercer

2. Not properly cleaning the piercing

3. Jewelry rejection

4. Not adhering to the instructions above.

Some of the signs that indicate you might have an infection include pain, redness, warmth, swelling and discharge. When you observe any or all of these signs, the first thing to do is consult with your piercer (which I did right before cleaning mine).

I also looked up and started some home remedies although my focus was on tragus piercing but I believe it applies to other types of piercing.

Home remedies for Treating a Tragus Infection

1. Clean with a saline solution 2-3times daily

2. Use hot compress.

I came across various options for hot compress which include tea tree oil, chamomile tea bag, sea salt. I went with the sea salt compress which was the easiest and most available option for me.

Procedure for Sea Salt Water Compress

1. Boil water and allow it to cool down a bit (till it’s warm).

2. Add 1/4 tablespoon of salt in a shot-glass quantity of water.

3. Soak cotton wool or sterile gauze in the solution.

4. Compress the ear/piercing with it for 10 minutes.

I intend to do this at least 2-3 times in a day. Well, that’s what the instructions said. For more information on other types of home remedies, click on this link.

In the addition to the home remedies, you can take an antibiotic (which I started immediately). You can also apply an antibacterial ointment/cream on the piercing for quicker result.

NOTE: If there are no signs of improvement after a few days. Please visit your doctor.

I can’t wait to be rid of the infection and have my piercings healed. I might still get more piercings later in the future (he he. Don’t judge me). Or maybe not? We’ll see…

I hope somebody learns a thing or two from this post.

Kindly leave a comment below if you have any, hit the like button, subscribe already and share this post. Thank you.

P.S: I wish everyone going to Nysc camp on Tuesday a safe journey (Shout-out to Uju, Mercy, Ivie and Ginika). Who was posted to Lagos? You just might run into my boo at the camp- Ginika of Life with Geenie. Wish you a good time in camp.

Wish you a lovely week Guys.

Much love,

-Jasmine🌸 (Henceforth, let’s pretend that’s a Jasmine flower, shall we? *giggles and winks*).

Blogging Just Got Easier: Cassie Daves’ Blog Planner

*Cat walks in a pair of 6 inch heels, heel gets caught in pebbles, loses balance and falls in love* *Gets up and storms in here*

Yo! Yo!! Yo!!! *acts like nothing happened* What’s up Guys? *straightens my red dress* My dramatic vibe is on a high today (it doesn’t get any more obvious than this). I know the only thing the amebos in the house are concerned about is the “falls in love” part. Let’s not get too excited okay. Can’t I fall in love with myself? Or fall in love with Jesus all over again? To be honest, I was just being extra (he he). I’ll quench your amebo thirst soon enough *winks*.

In the spirit of being real with myself and with you guys, I must say that I wasn’t happy with the efforts I put into my blog last year. I could come up with a lot of “valid” reasons why I seemed a bit laid back, but the truth is I could have tried harder. Towards the end of the year, I finally got my blog drive back, hired someone to clean this place up, sprinted in here and dropped Comebacks are More Refreshing than New Socks.

Since then, I’ve been on “para mode” (it means highly motivated. Hol’up what’s going on with me though? It seems like I’m getting razzer by the day, I need to get to the root of this asap), trying my best to post at least 1-2 times in a week and bring you good content too because that’s what is most important. Every now and then, the fear of being inconsistent comes to sit in my mind but instead of getting discouraged, I convert it to more motivation and that has really helped me. I’m also surrounded by the best people who truly care and support me (Thank you my Loves).

With all the time I’ve wasted, I can not afford to be inconsistent this year and I’ve been doing everything I can to ensure that doesn’t happen. Plus I know, or I think you guys would miss me a lot and I wouldn’t wanna do that to you *winks*. I’ve been researching and downloading apps that will help improve my blog’s content (Would you want me to write about the apps? Let me know in the comment section), as well as ‘stalk-learning’ from other bloggers (which I’m unashamed of *shrugs*). In addition to all of that, I also got a blog planner last week. Whoop! Whoop!!

Just before my comeback post, I ran into the Cassie Daves blog planner and decided I was gonna get the 2018 planner as one of my blogging tools for the new year. Before now, I do my blog posts planning and ‘scribbling’ on my phone and a jotter. There was a little bit of delay but I finally got it and even better, I got it as a gift from my boo; Ginny of Life With Geenie ( Thank you love ❤️). Please go check her blog, follow her and show her some love (for me). Thank you.

There were 4 designs for the planner and I chose a white & black design (my love for those two colors ehn).

The design I chose came in a black case, which I really like because it protects your planner and keeps it looking new…

Finally, my first flatlay on here. (Behind the scene, I’ve practiced a few times so that my first “flatlay reveal” to you guys wouldn’t be so bad *grinning*). I included Carmex because it has been my best friend this dry season, and the ring because I just got it from Miniso Lagos. Ginny and I actually got similar rings because this particular design is too cute. It’s my new favourite (I love rings and have quite a number) which is why I included it in the flatlay…

Let’s get back on track, shall we? I’m the Queen of digressing. I know, I know. So, I really love the design I went with. It’s so cute that I see myself taking it along everywhere I go irrespective of the size. Cute innit?

My favorite part of the planner so far are the Daily Blog Checklist and the Social Media Posting Schedule pages. I think they are a helpful guide in getting publicity for one’s blog. Publicity is a major challenge encountered by a lot of bloggers especially in the early phase of blogging and in my opinion, these pages help one get a hang of it at a glance.

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verall, I really like the blog planner. I think Cassie Daves did a great job. I’m already enjoying putting the planner to use. Although, it’s too early to say for sure if I’ll be sticking with it next year but it looks more likely than not. Till then…

As a blogger, do you make use of a jotter, your phone or an actual planner? What planner do you use? Have you used a Cassie Daves’ blog planner before? Did you like it? Which of the designs did you get this year and what was your reason for going with the design? What is your favourite part of the planner? Do share.

Meanwhile, I can’t wait for all the amazing things this year has in store. I’m also excited to share the things I have planned for the year with you…

LET’S DO THIS! Here’s to a great blogging year!!!

P.S: This post was supposed to go up soon as I got my blog planner but I’ve been a bit under the weather as well as busy with work.

Thank you for stopping by and do not be a ghost reader okay? Kindly spare extra minutes to like, comment, share and violently hit on the SUBSCRIBE button if you aren’t subscribed yet . Let’s take the party to Instagram and Twitter, shall we?! *one-eyed wink*

Enjoy your weekend Darlings *MUUUUUAAAAH!!!*.<<

Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy; Chapter Two

Ceaser’s POV

After the talk with John. I couldn’t wait a minute longer to execute my plan. I told Claire to cancel my next appointment then I made my way to the elevator.

“Get the car Patrick” I told my driver when he picked my call.

“Right away sir” he said.

A minute and a half later the elevator dinged open into the lobby. I got out and made my way outside. All heads turned to my direction.

“Have a nice day sir” Clarence said as he opened the door for me.

I nodded at him and exited the building. I spotted Patrick and the car waiting for me in front of the building. He held the door open for me then closed it after I got in.

“Where to sir?” He asked after he got in and started the car.

“Freddie and Co.” I said.

A few minutes later we arrived at Freddie and Co. I got out of the car and made my way into the building. As I entered, the receptionist couldn’t utter a word, she just stared at me. I would never get tired of having that effect on people. Especially the ladies.

I pressed the button to the elevator and waited for it.

Oh, I hated waiting.

Jules’ POV

Well, today went well. During lunch, I went to pick Ivy up and headed to a nearby restaurant with ‘Miwanda’ and ‘Sofi’ as Ivy calls them. They had a number of assistants to help out in the daycare so they were excited to join Ivy and I for lunch.

Now the perfect day was over. Everything was great, Ivy was sleeping peacefully in my arms as I got into the elevator. Sofia and Miranda had taken great care of her, they didn’t call once to complain about Ivy. Well who would, she was just perfect like that.

My little girl.

The elevator finally dinged open to the ground floor. I waited for the ladies who were in the elevator to get out before I finally stepped out. I didn’t want to disturb Ivy. As I stepped out, someone else was about stepping in and we collided. Well our shoulders did.

My purse fell to the floor and I bent to pick it without looking at the person I bumped into.

“I’m sorry” I uttered to the person still trying to reach my purse without waking Ivy. I finally got it and placed it back on my shoulder. I looked up but found nobody and the elevator gone.

“Well at least she didn’t complain” I murmured as I exited the building and waited for Jerry – the valet – to bring my car.

I placed Ivy securely in the back in her seat. I thanked Jerry and got into the car and drove off.

Ceaser’s POV

I waited for the elevator and then let those ladies out of the elevator. Then I moved to go into it but then bumped into someone. Well technically, she bumped into me. I was already on edge cause of the wait and this lady had to make me more pissed by not watching where she was going. I was about giving her a piece of my mind when she bent to pick her purse but then the sleeping child she had in her arms caught my attention.

She had brown hair just like the woman carrying her. It wasn’t the same shade though. She was so adorable. I hated children but something about this child right here just made me melt at sight. I would have assessed her longer but the elevator was closing and I had to get in quick. Then I got into the elevator before it closed shut but not before I heard the lady carrying the child say “I’m sorry”.

Her voice was soft and low. Maybe she didn’t want to wake the child.

I finally made it to the top floor. The elevator dinged open and I got out. I walked into the lobby and spotted a lady. Probably his assistant or secretary. She was pretty with her blonde hair in a rough bun.

She saw me approaching and quickly got up

“Mr…Mr. Thompson” she stuttered, clearly shocked that I was here.

I’ve never had any dealing with Freddie and Co. So I’ve never contacted them for any reason. But now I wanted to make a proposal which he has to accept.

“Mr. Stroma around?” I asked her.

“Y-yes sir” she nodded “Let me inform him of your presence”.

I waited.

She beeped him “Sir, Mr. Thompson is here to see you”.

“Mr. Thompson?” He sounded surprised.

Why wouldn’t he? I don’t blame him.

“Hm, let him in” he said.

“Yes sir” she said then smiled at me “Go right in Mr Thompson” she smiled seductively, flirting with me.

I smiled at her and made my way into Freddie Stroma’s office. He got up when I entered.

“Mr. Thompson” he called as he stood up. “What a surprise”.

I walked towards his desk

“Definitely is”.

“Have a seat” he said.

I sat down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked.

“I’m here for business Mr. Stroma” I said, now in my business like mood.

He looked confused “I don’t see how we can help you with that Mr Thompson. We’re not in the same line of work”.

“I know. But still, I have a proposal for you” I told him.

He clenched his jaw

“Let’s hear it” he said.

“I know Freddie and Co. has gone bankrupt and you need people to invest to help you out. I’d like to invest, but I’d love it more if you’re looking for a buyer.” I paused “So, name your price”.

“I’m getting lost here” he leaned forward and rested his elbow on the table. “You’re saying you want to buy the company”.

“That’s right Mr. Stroma” I also leaned forward.

“Why would you suddenly want to divert to my line of business. You own construction companies around the world and you want to buy my publishing company. Can I ask why?”

“Personal reasons” I said “So, what’s the price?”.

He sighed “I don’t think we’re ready to sell Mr. Thompson”.

“Your company has gone bankrupt and you still need investors but you don’t want to sell” I stated.

“Its not my call…”

“Of course it is. You’ll just have to pay back your investors to get the upper hand.” I paused “Mr Stroma, I’m willing to buy this company and pay your investors back, just name your price”.

He looked surprised, shocked and happy.

He smiled “We have a deal Mr Thompson” he stood up and stretched his hand.

I got up, buttoned my suit and shook his hand. I smiled at him and nodded

“I’ll have my lawyer draw up a contract and have it delivered to you. I want to end this as quickly as possible”.

He sighed “Your reason must be very important”.

“It is” I said and left.

I called my lawyer and told him to draw up a contract and have it delivered to Mr Stroma today. I wanted to end all tides by tomorrow.

Jules’ POV

The week went by in a blur. It was fun cause of lunch time but everything else was the same. Yesterday we were informed by the manager that we have a new CEO. Hopefully he won’t do anything irrational like fire people. Anyway he wasn’t around to give a speech.

Well today’s over and I’m finally going home and not coming back till Monday. I made my way to the ground floor.

Jerry told me my car won’t start so I went to the garage to start the darned car but it didn’t start. I finally gave up and picked Ivy from the backseat, took my bag and got out. I was on my way out of the garage when a car honked beside me.

The glass rolled down and I saw a god inside. I swallowed inaudibly at the sight of him. He was so…

“Need a ride?” He asked and my heart melted at his voice.

How could anyone be so hot. My heart did a double take.

Ceaser’s POV

I didn’t want to go for the stupid welcoming yesterday. So I stayed in my new office which I just had redesigned and redecorated. I finally decided to go home. I was leaving the whole Jules Jenna situation for next week.

I took the elevator straight to the underground floor. The garage. I drove today. Patrick had some important family business to deal with.

I got into my car and drove out of my spot. I was almost exiting the garage when I noticed a familiar figure walking out of the garage with that adorable baby in her arms. I stopped directly beside her and wound down. She looked at the glass and my breath caught. I didn’t see her face the other day at the elevator but now…damn!

I was in trouble.

“Need a ride?” I asked her instead of just staring at her.

She just looked at me. Like she was assessing me.

‘Uhmm,…” she wasn’t sure.

Who the heck is never sure to get into my ride with me? When ladies will nothing but beg to get in a ride with me. What was her deal?

“…I could walk” she said.

“With that child in your arms?” I asked her. Why was I pushing her. I could just speed off and never look back. I was asking for trouble…and I was gonna get it.

She was gonna say something else but she thought about it for a second and she sighed. She opened the door and gently got in, placing her hand on the child’s head trying to prevent her from hitting her head on the hood of the car.

I smiled at the gesture, she was caring and considerate. She shut the door and placed the sleeping baby on her lap with her arms supporting her head. Then she looked at me.

I smiled a little trying not to look like a douche. Then I drove out of the garage.

“Where to?” I asked…

Look out for Chapter 3 next week Wednesday by 8 pm (Nigerian Time). Don’t forget to hit the like button, comment, share and SUBSCRIBE to get automatic notifications immediately a post goes up. I love you guys. *Blows a kiss*.


Jane Catherine Lanett is a first year engineering student in SHUATS, Allahabad. She dreams and makes up stories of hot American/British/Greek/Italian guys.

She is a music and book lover. Reader and Writer. Singer/Songwriter.

She wrote her first book when she was 8 years old. “The Beginning of The End” is the third book she’s written but the first one she published on wattpad.

Her books are based solely on her ideas and imaginations.

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Vital Tips to Achieving your Goals in 2018

Happy New Year People!!! I know it’s the 9th of January but that’s gonna be a litany for the next few weeks. Hope your new year has been going great. How are you feeling about 2018? Optimistic? Excited? Expectant? Do you have new year resolutions or have you outgrown them like I have? If not, what resolutions have you made? Do share.

I either made new resolutions every year or carried over some from the previous year until recently (if 3years ago can be classified as recently *lol*). I’m no longer a fan of new year resolutions simply because I don’t think one should wait for a “new year” before making resolutions which I expressed in this post. So if I’m not a New Year Resolutions person (Yes o, it’s a thing now *lol*), what do I do as a transition between years? I usually take an inventory of how the previous year went and re-strategize for the new year, in my head (he he). This year, I’m trying something different. I’m writing out my goals for the year and making a budget for the year as well (of course with allowance for miscellaneous). The power of the pen, no more doing things in my head alone. The disadvantage of the method I’ve been accustomed to is that sometimes at the end of the year, certain things I’ve achieved, I forget were actually listed (in my head of course) as a goal at the beginning of the year. This made it easy for me to get discouraged or edge towards not giving myself enough credit. It has also prevented me from acknowledging when I overachieve. Thus the need for change (the real one *he he* If you know, you know).

I’m looking forward to the end of the year (Yes, already?) with so much optimism and in anticipation that I would have ticked most/all of my highlighted goals and followed my budget closely. Nevertheless, I intend to enjoy every bit of this year with so much gratitude for 2017. For me, last year was a stepping stone to a lot of things, and this year I’m looking forward to building on the foundation that was laid last year. I’ll also be going for my NYSC this year, which is a thought that once got me worried but I’ve decided to leave it all to God and trust in HIS best for me because worrying don’t epp nobody.

Are there things that get you worried once they cross your mind? What are they? What do you do when this happens? Do share. For me, I pray as soon as I realize I’m starting to get worried or anxious and it works like magic.

What goals do you plan to achieve this year? Have you strategized on the best way to achieve them? Because it just doesn’t end at listing out your goals, you should also have a plan on how to go about ticking them off your list. In the last year, I had to balance a lot of things at once which made it pretty hard to keep up sometimes. So, I had to devise a means to ensure I ticked off everything I had planned for each day as well as avoid leaving anything out; I searched for and downloaded a “Personal Assistant” app towards the end of last year (it’s like an upgraded version of a To-Do List). It has helped me stay organized and I intend to stick with the app. I’d also like to have a To-Do List Book as well (because there’s something about writing things down and seeing them), though I haven’t gotten around to buying one yet.

The little things we accomplish everyday shouldn’t be overlooked as they take us closer to our set goals.


What are the things you’ve have put in place or are putting in place to help you achieve your set goals? Have you made plans on the steps to take towards reaching your goals? If you haven’t, start making plans today. Do whatever it takes to make SMART plans and execute them. Make those enquires. Register for those courses. Pay for your gym subscription. Ask for help in that project. Attend those conferences. Learn that sport. Start writing that book.

I wish you a fulfilling 2018. I pray and declare that great things are coming your way this year and always by God Almighty’s grace.

Kindly hit the like button, subscribe if you haven’t, share this post and leave a comment below. I’ll respond as soon as possible.

I appreciate you for your love and support in the last year and I’m looking forward to having you on board this year as well as I have a lot of interesting things coming up.

*Hugs and Kisses*

Her Adopted Baby’s Daddy; Chapter 1

Jules’ POV

Eleven months later.

I opened the door to her room and it’s like she knew I was coming.

“Momma” she was up in her cot smiling at me as I walked in. Her arms were stretched out to me.

My heart leaps for joy every time she calls me that. She just started speaking a few weeks ago and ‘Momma’ was the first word that came out of her mouth. I was so happy and proud of her.

I walked towards her cot and picked her up.

“Happy Birthday Ivy” I said to her “You’re a year today”.

She giggled like she understood what I said.

Ivy was the child I adopted. She was a month old that time. Apparently her biological mother kept her a secret from her biological father. Well, that’s what the nurses said but no one knows what really happened.

That’s in the past. Now, Ivy belongs to me. I love her more every single day and I wouldn’t stop loving her cause she’s just so darn cute. She’s got a dimple on her left cheek, probably hereditary.

Today is her day. I’m gonna make it special for her.

At the same time somewhere else…

Ceaser’s POV

What was taking him so long?

I wondered.

Bea’s attorney asked to see me today. I have no idea why. Two months ago I’d expected him to call me when I became a widower but he didn’t, and today of all days, he asked to see me.

“Sir, Mr. Smith is here” my assistant’s voice blared out of the phone.

“Let him in Claire” I said.

My assistant opened the door and Jack Smith followed behind. I stood up as he made his way towards my desk. I stretched my hand.

“Jack” I said as he took my hand.

“Thank you for taking the time to see me” he said.

“No problem. Have your seat” I said.

I sat after he did.

“I was surprised when you called to set up a meeting” I told him honestly.

“Well it is very important” he said.

“Why today?” I asked him.

“That is for you to find out” he said. He opened his briefcase and brought out an envelope.

He looked at me while adjusting his glasses.

“Your late wife Mrs Beatrice Thompson specifically told me to give this to you today. The twenty-fifth January. She said I wasn’t suppose to give you a day earlier or later.” He said.

I wondered why.

My brows knitted as I stretched to take the envelope. I stared at the envelope in my hand.

“You don’t happen to know why?” I asked.

“Not a clue. My job is to deliver and not find out”.

I nodded.

“I’ll take my leave” he picked up his briefcase and got up.

I got up as well and shook his hand.

“Thank you Jack” I said.

“Just doing my job Mr. Thompson” he said and left.

My gaze shifted from the closed door to the envelope on my desk. I finally sat down after a couple of minutes. I picked the envelope and tore it open.

I had to satisfy my curiosity, but I was also scared of what I might find inside.

I pulled out a piece of neatly folded paper and placed the envelope on the desk. I slowly unfolded the paper.

It had to be now or never.

I sighed when I noticed Bea’s writing on the paper.

Dear Ceaser,

If you’re reading this letter then I’m no longer with you. Even though there was no love in our arranged marriage I still cared about you. You know that right?

Yeah, you had a really weird way of showing it. I thought

I’m very sorry for what you’re about to find out. But know that it is the truth and I kept it away from you for selfish reasons.

Two weeks before I told you I was going to see my mum, I found out that I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you or what your reaction would be like.

What the heck? You could have simply said “Ceaser we’re having a baby” I thought. I sighed and continued.

I didn’t know if you wanted a child…

Of course I did.

…or if you were ready for one. So I lied and ran away. I carried the child and hid in a place where I knew you’d never think of looking for me.

I finally gave birth to a baby girl, my princess, our princess. You found me on the twenty-sixth of February, a month after I had given birth. When you found me, I was back to my old self, so you didn’t notice my excess weight. You couldn’t tell I just had a child. No one could.

I’ve kept this secret since then and I knew I’d have to tell you someday. But now that I have cancer, I fear I might not be able to tell you in person.

She probably wrote this later when we found out she had cancer, that was middle of September – seven months after we found her. She died one month later which was two months ago.

I decided to write a letter to you because I didn’t want to spend my last days with you hating me.

We have a child Ceaser, and she’s soo beautiful. I just have one month left. The reason I told Jack to give this letter to you today is because our princess is one today.

I hope you forgive me for not telling you sooner. I wish I had. We could’ve been with her together. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me Ceaser. Please…


I sighed heavily. I was in shock. No! Shock was an under-understatement.

This just blew me like a bomb.

Why the heck did she do this to me, to our child…to us?

Well its done. I can’t change anything. All I can do is look for my daughter, by all means.

I picked up my phone from the table and dialled John. He answered on the third ring.

“I need you to look for someone for me John” I told him.

“Do you have a clue to where he or she might be?” He asked.

“No” I said.

“Any family or relative?” He asked.

“I’m the only family she has” I said.

“Ok” he sighed “Hmmm, do you have anything that can give me a lead?”

“The only lead died two months ago” I said in frustration.

“Okay. So what do you know about this girl…or woman?” He asked clearly hopeless.

“Today’s her first birthday…and she’s my daughter”.



Jules’ POV

The only thing I now hated work for was cause I had to leave Ivy in the children’s department of the building. I wanted her to be with me all the time, but I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy. I thought as I rode the elevator up with Ivy in my hands. The elevator dinged open then I got out and walked into the lobby.

“Where’s Miranda?” I asked Sofia – Miranda’s assistant

“With the other kids” she said, then she noticed Ivy “Is that her?” She asked

I smiled and nodded.

Her face softened, she had this she’s-soo-adorable look on her face.

“She’s soo cute”.

“I know. I haven’t gotten over it too” I told her.

“Can I hold her?” She asked.

I gave Ivy to Sofia who went willingly smiling adorably at Sofia. I left them in search of Miranda.

Miranda and Sofia are my friends. They knew about the adoption and everything else. They were kinda they ones who pushed me into adopting. So they’re like godmothers to Ivy and they run the daycare. That’s just what makes it easier for me to leave Ivy here. Knowing that Miranda and Sofia will be here with her.

I saw Miranda with other kids. She looked so happy. Miranda loves children but when we tell her to have hers, she just freaks out.

“Jules” she called when she saw me “Where is she?”

“With Sofia” I said and before I knew it, she ran to where Sofia and Ivy were. I followed.

“…so adorable” I heard her say “Hi Ivy” she was talking like a cartoon character “I’m your godmother. Miranda”.

Ivy smiled “Miwanda”.

“Ah, she said my name” Miranda screeched.

“Okay. I’m gonna leave you guys. I’ll be back during lunch break” I said. I went to kiss Ivy “Bye pretty. Momma will see you later.”

“Momma” she said like she was still surprised she had a mum. I left Ivy with my friends still drooling over her.

I got into the elevator and punched the number to my floor. I sighed. First day at work with Ivy. I hope it goes well.

Ceaser’s POV

I was beginning to get impatient. I haven’t been able to focus since the day I found out I had a daughter.

What if she was out there suffering?

I hadn’t heard from John since then. I wondered if he had found anything on my daughter. I sighed.

“Sir? Mr. Lobos is here to see you” Claire’s voice filled my office.

“Let him in” I said.

“Yes sir” she said.

John walked into my office few seconds later.

“John” I got up when he entered “Tell me you have something. You’ve kept me waiting for a week”

“Actually, I have enough” he sat down.

“Okay. Good” I sighed inwardly.

“Okay. So I asked around and your late wife gave her up for adoption and almost a year ago she was adopted by a woman named Jules Jenna. 25 years old, works at ‘Freddie and Co.’ Lives alone, parents…”

“That’s all I need to know John. Do you have her address?” I said.

“Of course” he said and wrote it down. “Sir what exactly do you plan on doing?”

“I’ll go to her house and demand for my child” I said bluntly.

“I don’t think you should do that. She has full right and custody of the child. Even if you were the child’s biological father it wouldn’t matter in court if you press charges which is where this case might end up. And she’ll definitely win the case over and over again.”

I thought about it for a while.

“So I should play it cool”.

He nodded.


And just like that, the perfect plan hit me.

I was gonna get close to her. I’ll gain her trust, get my child and end everything with her.

It’s as easy as that.

I smiled inwardly.

This is gonna be fun…

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Adulting: How to Wing it

Hey Darlings, how’s it going? What are you up to? How are you spending your holidays? Did you travel anywhere? Or are you already where you’d wanna be?

Myself? Oh thanks for asking. I couldn’t travel home. Home is about 4-5 hours from here and I’ve been on call all week. Today is my last day of call duty which means I can only travel tomorrow and I’d have to return on Tuesday, you see it’s not worth the risk right?

Missing Christmas this year brought me to the realization that I’m now an adult. I mean “Duh!” but you know that moment when you’ve realized something already, then something else happens that reaffirms it and helps you attain 100% acceptance? Did that make any sense to you? Okay let me try again. The “This is it for real!” or “Shit just got real” moment when you get an affirmation of something you already know and it helps you transition into full acceptance. That’s better right? So that’s the kind of moment I’m having. For me, it’s more of a “Wow, I’m really an adult; Like for real”. And all this because I’m missing Christmas. Who would have thought.

The thing is I’ve never missed spending Christmas with my family, except for that one time I and my sister met up with my cousins at our… state of origin. For a moment there I thought “village” and then shook my head because a lot of Nigerians refer to one’s state of origin as Village? It isn’t always correct though. What if where I’m from is a town or a city? I’m I the only one who thinks like this? What’s your take on that? Please leave a comment below. Where I’m from? I’m from Ekiti state o. I’m a Yoruba girl *smiling* A diluted Yoruba girl but still a Yoruba girl *flips hair*.

Why do I always do this; digress? *hits palm on the forehead*. Anyways, let’s get back on track. You know how they say “Growing up is a trap” (even though I don’t really know who “they” are but let’s move on *lol*). Well, they weren’t lying. I mean not that it’s the entire truth because there’s the part of being an adult that totally rocks but you can’t pick one over the other. You have to deal with a mixture of both. It’s like a cocktail that you really like even though it has this underlying flavor that you’d rather do without. Can you relate? The sad thing is that there’s no manual or guidelines, you just have to wing it like everyone else. We all get to finals and chant “I can’t wait to be a graduate”, then get thrown out into the real world and think “Why was I in so much hurry”, because hustling begins. Whether it’s an 8-4 at your dream job or the struggle to redeploy and find a good ppa (Primary Place of Assignment) during NYSC (National Youth Service Corps: a one year period right after school where you serve your country). Somewhere in the middle of all that, this adulting thing gets real and we do realize it but accepting it doesn’t necessarily come right after. For some, it takes a while and others it takes an incident. For me, it took the latter-missing out on spending Christmas with my family because of work.

And let’s be real with one another, no matter how put together our lives are, sometimes shit gets real and we freak out every now and then (while putting up a facade to the world). But it’s okay to freak out, as long we get back on track. Things might get scary, being an adult might seem tough sometimes (Sometimes? I meant most times) but we will all figure it out. The trick to winging it is to take one step at a time and most importantly, let God take the wheels. I tell God everyday to take charge because I’m only just a learner in this adulting thingy. And even as I grow older and wiser, I’d still need His guidance and Almighty presence for things to go just right. So whenever you freak out, remember God has got you and HE is in the bestest position to help you perfect things. I hope this gets to someone at a time they need it the most.

When did you have your moment of realization and moment of acceptance about adulting? Did it happen concurrently? Have you had a “freak-out” moment lately? What triggered it and how did you get past it? Do share details, I’d love to hear from you. And I’d respond as soon as possible.

I wish you a Merry Christmas filled with joy, love and God.

*Hugs and Kisses*